#madeline palette

[hey-color-palettes]

Madeline (pronounced ma aye line)

bbcb8b || #dde3c1 || #ba9090 || #8e4967 || #658c5e

#madeline palette #color palette #green #pink #request #mar 23

[kuoddo]

Happy Transgender Awareness Week! For each day (sort of) I'll be drawing a piece of artwork that features a fictional trans character whilst only using the colour palette of the trans flag! First and second up is Madeline and a Marill :)

#kuoddo_art #Trans Awareness Week #Transgender Awareness Week #trans flag #limited color palette #madeline celeste #celeste #celeste game #pokemon #marill

[tucutucus]

New pfp

#eye strain #i also painted it withe the more cool palette i use for Madeline #for after Halloween or maybe even later #my art #madeline

[battle-of-alberta]

49-Warm Isolation

With Medicine Hat please. It reminds me of the pottery museum there

here she is at Medalta!

i actually really like how this doodle came out, i think i might even come back to it and clean it up later. i thought i'd put her in a dress that was kind of 1920s-50s inspired since that is the period the factory was active :3

[ palette challenge ]

#projectcanada cities #pc: medicine hat #hapo art #digital art #clip studio paint #madeline hargrave #colour palette challenge #palette challenge #colour palette #boab illustration #ask-badlydrawn-canadia-provinces

[lumarys]

hello :) have some ocs i drew during class

#art #traditional art #original characters #stell draws stuff #c: ursa #c: marie #c: madeline #no color for obvious reasons but i do have palettes in mind for all of them

[scriptorsapiens]

Classicstober Day 3: Asterion (𐀀𐀮𐀳𐀪𐀃)

To those who don't know (or didn't play Supergiant's Hades) the Minotaur was born with a name: Asterion. There's a lot that I take away from the name, it's history, and it's implications, but I think the shortest version is "the worst monsters are the ones we make ourselves," so for him I wanted to show a tender moment between Asterion and his mother, the nymph Pasiphaë.

My rant about the Minotaur and my design thought process is under the cut.

Asterion was not a name pulled out of nowhere. It was the name of Minos' adopted father, the man who raised him and his brothers. Pasiphaë choosing to name him that implies that either A) Pasiphaë had a really cruel sense of naming conventions, which is not unlikely given her character or B) the baby Asterion was just that; a baby. Not really a monster, not yet, just a strange child who would be ruined by his adopted father. Seeing Classical art of Pasiphaë affectionately holding a baby Asterion (which partially inspired this piece) seems to support the latter, and given Minos' characterization it makes sense that he would see more value in a monster than another son.

Something that lots of retellings leave out is the presence of nymphs and gods in these stories. Pasiphaë (𐀞𐀯𐀞𐀁) was no mortal queen, she was the daughter of the sea-nymph Perse and The Sun (Helios), as well as a powerful sorceress. To reflect her divinity I always draw Pasiphaë as a glowing, terrifying white entity with inborn red accents (that latter trait being inspired by a line from Madeline Miller's Circe).

Her clothes are mostly based on a Minoan style (ask me about my thoughts on Minos and Minoan appearances) but instead of a tailored tunic Pasiphaë wears a bit of a call-forward to a chiton. This also allows her to bare her breasts, as IMHO most goddesses keep it all out, especially such a wild, nature based child of the Sun and the Sea. The colors are very rich to show how wealthy Minos is. I know the ancient Greeks equated the sun to silver more than to gold, but I wanted Pasiphaë to wear some bright yellow-gold as her primary palette.

Modern habit die hard, I guess.

#classicstober #classicstober23 #pasiphae #pasiphaë #asterion #minotaur #ancient greek mythology #greek mythology #mycenaean #linear b

[soledadcatalina]

How about cheesecake with Madeline.

[id: a digital drawing of madeleine funn from wooden overcoats in a pink/red/white/black colour palette. madeleine is a little mouse, wearing a white turtleneck sweater and a red pleated skirt. she is looking up from a book she's reading, looking over her glasses to the side.]

last request for the night. will always be a big proponent of giving madeleine little outfits.

#wooden overcoats #madeleine funn #accessible fanart #image description #casetrippy does art

[redbelles]

four? thousand? four thousand followers? cannot believe so many people are along for the ride as i cycle through various interests like a clown on a stationary bike!

okay seriously though, thank you! 4k is a milestone i never even imagined back when i first started giffing. to celebrate, i've decided to do a little mini prompt fest! to join in, just follow the rules below:

⬩ pick a color palette from this site (you can go ahead and create your own or use a premade palette) ⬩ pick a number between 1 and 50 ⬩ send me an ask with the color palette (either the name or a direct link) and the number and i'll make you a surprise gifset!

finally, i want to shout out some of the incredibly talented people i follow! tumblr doesn't allow more than fifty mentions per post these days (why this) so it is by no means a complete list, but these are some of the writers and gifmakers who brighten up my dash and inspire me every day! check them out below the cut ♥

A-D

@alethiometry @alinaastarkov @anya-chalotra @anya-chalotra @bamf @berthas-russells @bladesrunner @boozerman @brittany @caernua @carry-the-sky @charmtion @chris-evans @christophernolan @denvilleneuve

F-M

@facinaoris @floencepugh @gresit @ivashkovadrian @justadram @karenpage @kylos @ladyverdance @lucrezia-borgia @maddenrichard @madeline-kahn @marazhaiaezyrraesh @moonlight

N-S

@neuxue @ninzied @oberynmartell @onewingedangels @rhodeys @romanimp @sheryl-lee @sjoongki @sluttyhenley @stephsu @stevienick

T-Z

@therectoress @timothyolyphant @tomcriuse @ughmerlin @useragarfield @usershelby @villainelle @wolfes @yenvengerberg @zombeesknees

#follow forever #4k celebration #+1 ego

[dhawanmasters]

it’s your local emo grandma’s birthday (January 22nd) and i actually hit 3K followers recently, so i wanted to do a little something special to celebrate and that means making gifs.

to participate, send me one (1) of these emojis:

👻 + two characters/actors/movies/tv shows = i'll pick my favorite and make a gifset for them ⏰ + one movie/tv show episode = i’ll make a timestamp roulette gifset 🎨 + fandom/movie/character + a color palette  = i'll make a colorful gifset 🎃 (mutuals only) = i'll make you something that reminds me of you

i don't have a list of fandoms i like or whatever, but i like a lot of things, so shoot your shot. if i’ve reblogged it or already made an edit of it, then it’s fair game.

requests are good until jan. 26!

tagging some moots under the cut:

@andtwelfth @childsplay1988 @talesfromthecrypts @hellboys @crumb @pascow @spdrgwen @ricky-olson @userparamore @iero @evilvvithin @skulandcrossbones @djo @nightofthecreeps @exdeputysonso @astarkey @daniel-bruehl @miwtual @djarin @sci-fi @baxterbella @patrick-stewart @mathewmurdocks @madeline-kahn @tennant @katherines @mike-mills @jennifersbod @saw-x @harrison-ford @moonlight @magnusedom @mulderscully @pedro-pascal

#if you wanna block the tag will be: cybdb33 #cygifs #cybdb33

[polkadotmotmot]

Madeline Donahue - Palette Table, 2023

#up

[lemonadhe]

I'm really curious about your angelic PV hc, can you share more about it? (if you want to ofc)

OKOK SO,

About my Angelic Pure Vanilla headcanon, or, my theory on how PV is an angel

The "Light" is treated as a god in the game, the cookies in the republic are seen praying to it. Both Madeline and Financier Cookie mention how the light can help them, how the light gives them their powers. Almost like an angelic being they are praying to. Pure Vanilla, despite being the strongest user of light magic canonically, has never been seen praying to it. So maybe, he is the light.

Looks wise i dont think it needs much explanation. Angels are pure creatures of light. His color palette is very angelic, plus angels who show themselves to humans are described to be men in robes, which Pure Vanilla's default outfit

Angels are seen as a guidance and helper in dark times. Angels are associated having a polite and calm personality, purity in a way. Which describes Pure Vanilla perfectly. He only wants the good of the cookies, he thinks of the others before himself, which are personality traits of prophets and angels.

Also, for some reason his line

“May fortune be upon you today„

Stuck out to me. He says that as if he is granting the fortune. And, again, angels are associated with granting fortune in multiple medias. I also feel the mention that his characther takes inspiration from literal Jesus Christ.

(a long part of my process of writing got deleted, which i am pretty bummed about, so i apologize the writing seems a bit rushed)

So now diverting from my theories on the canon, here are my headcanons about angel pv

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

☁️Like most angels, he can shape shift. Which means he actively chooses to be a short old man. He can be anything else, he can be tall and buff if he desires but no. He likes being the short old man he is

☁️Despite walking around like a normal cookie, he has 3 sets of wings. He hides them for multiple reasons, one being he doesnt like looking out of place. Two, being the fact that he forgets to use them because of how little he uses his wings. He can (canonically) float so why bother.

☁️When he is feeling scared and or threathened, he instinctively starts looking more angelic, in a way getting on defense mode. More scared he is, more angelic he looks

☁️His true form is a mix of the Avatar if Destiny and just. Light. It is incomprehensible to cookies, cookies can pass out on sight of seeing it. Avatar of Destiny is like a toned down version of his true form. Only the ancient heroes know about this true form and even they were quite traumatized afterwards.

☁️He has mind altering abilities but chooses not to use it. He will only use it on emergencies like if an information is too much for a cookie to handle

☁️He can absolutely destroy earthbread if he wanted to. We saw a small bit of his abilities on the Dark Flour War. That was just to seal Dark Enchantress, imagine what he would do if he wanted to kill her. Which is why he is so stubborn about never using his powers for violence. Cause if he looses control, that would be the end of earthbread.

☁️Cookies pray to him sometimes, he doesnt enjoy thus, though. He politely warns the cookie praying to him to stop, he doesnt want to be seen as a god.

Aaaand i think that is all, i would make the post look prettier but I think if i work on this post more i am going to go insane, i hate loosing process😭

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla crk #I HATE FORGETTING TO SAVE WAHHHH #crk headcanons #this took way too long....

[sunflowerromcom]

The Summer We Met

A Ted and Rebecca AU

Rebecca Welton had never enjoyed the idea of cooking until she had children. The thought of shopping, prepping, and putting together an abundance of ingredients to make something just for her was entirely off-putting, and even more so when she was married. Her ex-husband had criticized her enough over what she wore and ate enough as it was. The last thing she wanted to do was give him ample opportunity to criticize her domestic skills or lack thereof.

But then they’d divorced and a little over a year later, her doctor called her to confirm that all the planning and injections she’d endured over the last couple of months had all been worth it.

She was going to be a mother.

From that moment onward, her perspective on many things changed.

Culinary skills being one of them.

It wasn’t enough to have meals planned and stowed away like she had done for herself over the years because, as she would come to realize, a child’s palette was a finicky thing. Having the ability to whip up something while being conscientious about nutrition in it had become a necessity once her eldest grew into a toddler and even more so with the arrival of her twin girls a few years later.

She didn’t want to be one of those mums who ordered everything or one who relied on their nanny to take care of their children's needs for her. She wasn’t so posh she couldn’t learn to make her mother’s shepherd’s pie or quick, simple things like eggs, and bake jammy doggers for Christmas.

Of course, in the beginning, her cooking had been less than to be desired. Thankfully, she had more than ample opportunity to practice throughout her pregnancy, as her mother practically lived with her during her last trimester. Even as exhausting as her mother could be, Rebecca had no idea what she would have done without her help.

As she expected, the moment her doctor placed her beautiful daughter in her arms, she knew she wanted to be the sole person who provided for her.

And Rebecca had been for the last seven years.

“America,” her mother exclaimed, dropping her glasses along with the papers Rebecca had given to her back to the table. The bewildered look on her face made her bite the inside of her cheek. “Why on earth would you want to drag my grandchildren to that god-awful country?”

Rebecca opened her mouth to respond, but the scampering of little feet on the marble floor had her abruptly closing it.

“Mummy,” Madeline said, her soft voice carrying only so far that Rebecca kneeled to hear her better. Her daughter’s warm brown eyes gazed sweetly up at her. “Can we…” she trailed off, a little breathless from running. Rebecca brushed a lock of her gingerbread-colored hair behind her ear, admiring the way the English summer sun filtered in from the windows and cast honey tones throughout it while she waited for her to continue, “can we watch Bluey?”

“Where’s your sister?” she asked, because normally where there was one twin, there was usually the other.

“In the living room,” she said, pointing a little finger beyond the kitchen.

“Yes, you may, darling, but breakfast will be ready soon, so just for a little while.”

“Thank you,” she breathed oh so sweet and soft before she smiled and lifted on her toes, reaching her hands up and pursing her lips to give Rebecca a kiss.

She laughed lightly and placed a light kiss on her daughter’s lips. Rebecca’s heart constricted, watching her youngest hurry off, still in her pale purple pajamas, her ponytail swishing behind her, her butter yellow blanket with little rainbows tucked tightly against her side as she called out, “Mummy said okay, Poppy!”

“Sausage, who is this man?”

This man.

Rebecca’s heartbeat began to thunder, and she did her best to ignore it as she straightened and met her mother’s eyes. In the background, she could hear the distant Bluey theme song playing and see Juliette still painting outside. Knowing they wouldn’t be overheard, she answered with an honest, “The girls’ father.”

Her mother stared at her for a beat. “You told me the donor identity was sealed.”

Rebecca reached for her cup of tea on the counter next to where she had fruit set out to make them all fruit bowls to go with the quiche her mother had made. “Yes, well... there’s not much money can’t buy.”

Her mother sat back, her eyes intent on hers. “Let me get this straight. You plan on taking yourself and the girls to middle America so you can… what? Get a glimpse of the man who assisted in their creation?”

“That’s the gist of it, yes.”

There were other reasons, and her mother knew about them all. That she wasn’t bringing them up, told her a lot. Told Rebecca that she understood why.

“Alright.”

Rebecca blinked at her. Even if her mother understood, Rebecca had frankly expected she’d have to put up more of a defense. She’d even practiced what she would say when the time came more than the lines she had for a role in Twelfth Night in her second year. “That’s all you have to say?”

“What? You’re a grown woman. I trust you’ll take all the sensible precautions to keep my darling girls safe.”

“Of course I will. I have a house and a car. We’ll be fine.” She took the bunch of raspberries on the counter over to the sink to wash them. She watched her mother pick up the printout of the house she rented. Her eyes scanned the description. The modernized farmhouse home came fully furnished with cottage décor and high-end amenities, with two stories and a finished attic that had been renovated into one big open area that had been turned into a playroom.

It had three bedrooms, one king-size bed in one room, another a full-sized bed, and two double beds in the other. Stunning open arches separate the kitchen, living room, and dining room with hardwood floors throughout. The kitchen was spacious and lovely, with exposed brick and turquoise cabinetry and large garden windows. The living room had oversized cozy-looking couches with quilts thrown over the backs and a Smart TV. They’d have Wi-Fi so Rebecca could keep up with work, air-conditioning for those hot Kansas nights, a washer and dryer, and a dishwasher. Everything they could possibly need. “I was hoping you might come along. Not the entire summer, but a week or two?”

“Of course you were. Who else will help you with the girls?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes as she shook her head.

More pattering of little feet came then. Rebecca looked around just in time for Poppy to come running around the counter.

“Mummy, Mummy, Mummy,” Poppy cried, while running towards her, her arms outstretched for Rebecca. Rebecca leaned down just in time to scoop her up into her arms. “Can we swim today?”

“Swim?” She laughed. Poppy’s smile grew as she nodded, and Rebecca pressed a kiss to her sun-kissed baby girl’s cheek.

They’d spent nearly every summer day that it had not rained in the above-ground pool since she had it built two years ago. They built the stone base in the corner of the backyard. Large stepping stones were placed from the deck to its steps and were illuminated at night by garden lights. It’d been a hit in the summers with the girls, including Phoebe and Nora, and while the deepest part only came up to Rebecca’s hip, it was refreshing even for the adults.

This year had been no different.

Two weeks into the season, she and the girls already had a nice summer glow to them.

Rebecca sat Poppy down on the counter, gently tugging the bands that barely held her blonde hair that had come loose from the pigtail braids Rebecca had done up after her bath the night before. Rebecca leaned forward and kissed the tip of her daughter’s nose, making her giggle.

“When it warms up a bit more, we can.” She reached up and brushed her fingers through Poppy’s bangs before running them carefully through her hair.

The sound of another set of bare feet filled the room, then suddenly the sensation of her shirt being tugged. “I want up, too, Mummy.”

Rebecca smiled in amusement and lifted Maddie up to sit beside her twin, then went back to fixing Poppy’s hair.

“Can I have a berry?”

“You may,” Rebecca nodded at Maddie, who gave one to Poppy before taking one for herself.

Rebecca smiled, feeling for her girls filling her heart with her love for them both at how sweet her girls were with one another. Though they had always been that way. Since the day they’d been born, they preferred to be together. Cried when they were separated for a prolonged period of time. Cuddled each other when they needed a bit of comfort, the only exceptions being Juliette and Rebecca. Not until this last year had they begun to do things on their own or sleep in separate beds, and even then, Rebecca would wake some mornings and find one of them had snuck in with their sister during the night.

As fraternal twins, they were not identical. Where Madeline had dark hair and eyes, Poppy had light blonde hair and light hazel eyes spattered with specks of Rebecca’s green. They were, however, the same height. Both held firmly in the sixty-five percentiles, whereas Juliette had been in the ninetieth for their age.

It was almost certain Juliette would be as tall as Rebecca, but she thought the twins might be just a little over average.

Their personalities and temperaments greatly differed. Maddie was her lover, and Poppy was her fighter. But together, they were one another’s comfort and support, and Rebecca hoped beyond all hope that the love they held for one another continued into their teens.

When Rebecca finished with Poppy’s hair, she wrapped an arm around each, squeezing them together, kissing them noisily on their cheeks, drawing giggles from them.

When they were both breathless with laughter, Rebecca drew back, smiling down at them both. “Alright, let’s go tell your sister it’s time for breakfast.”

She set them both down on the floor and followed as they giggled their way to the back door. And for the rest of the day, conversations of fathers and trips to America were put on hold for the time being.

***

Two weeks passed entirely too quickly for Rebecca. Before she knew it, their holiday in Kansas was upon them. It had been a mad dash over the last week, what with meeting after meeting at the club, making sure Leslie had everything he needed to run it without her, and get them all ready.

Rebecca had booked an overnight flight, hoping the girls would sleep through the duration of the trip. She was certain Juliette and Poppy would sleep easily enough, however; Madeline, being her lightest sleeper, might need a bit of coaxing back to sleep throughout the night. Thankfully, she was little enough that she would fit in the pod with Rebecca if it came to that.

Her best friend sat in the middle of her bed, one of Rebecca’s pillows in her lap, her eyes watching Rebecca cross and recross her room while she packed.

“You’ve got Poppy’s bunny?”

Rebecca paused and pointed to a peach-colored, child-sized tote bag at the end of the bed. “Packed in her carry-on.”

Inside each bag, she had each of the girls pack one toy and a book they wished to take on the plane. Poppy had her plush bunny with soft white and brown fur and impossibly enormous feet, and because Poppy brought her stuffy, Madeline packed her own favorite plush, a pig they affectionately called Hammy. Juliette chose the Walkman Keeley had given her at her last birthday party, which was apparently back in style and all the rage, along with a stack of Taylor Swift CDs.

“What about Juliette’s backup glasses?”

Rebecca smirked. Her friend thinking just as she had when she first started packing. Essentials first. Her daughter was notorious for taking off her glasses and losing them, only to be found hours later. “In their case, which is in my purse.”

She picked up her tea from where it sat on her dresser and took a sip. She glanced down at her watch just to be sure it wasn’t getting too late, but they still had eight hours before their flight. Plenty of time.

“I can’t believe you’re taking my sweetlings away from me all summer.” Keeley stuck out her bottom lip, feigning a pout.

Rebecca’s own lips turned down. Keeley wasn’t the only one upset by her plan. They’d spent every summer together for the last six years after she and Keeley became fast friends at her own charity gala when Rebecca broke down in the loo. She’d just had Juliette three months before. She’d felt extremely self-conscious wearing a dress after having just had a child and spending every day in leggings and tee shirts, not to mention guilty for leaving her baby girl alone with her mother when all she wanted to do was be at home cuddling her. Keeley had walked in, saw the tears welling in her eyes, asked what was wrong, and after Rebecca tearfully explained how she missed her daughter and hated her exhusband who just had to show up uninvited, had given her a tight hug that Rebecca was very unused to, called her ex-husband a bunch of names that made Rebecca laugh through her tears, then promised her she’d looked fit as fuck.

She and Keeley left the gala together that night after Keeley appropriated a bottle of champagne for herself, and then it was back to Rebecca’s, where she introduced the young woman to Juliette.

They’d become their own tight-knit little family of sorts. Roy came into the picture a little later with his niece, Phoebe, who was only a few months older than Juliette. Then the twins a few years later.

“You’ll have Phoebe and Roy,” she said, smiling at the snort it brought out from her friend.

“I know, but it won’t be the same. It won’t be as bonkers without them all running around singing Let It Go and that fucking Bruno song at the top of their little lungs. They’ve even got Roy singing it in the shower now.” Rebecca let out a light laugh at that, knowing how easily both songs could get stuck in her own head. After a pause, Keeley looked up at her, her face set into a rare serious expression that had Rebecca raising an eyebrow. “You don’t have to do this, you know? So what if you never knew him? The girls will get it. You just need to talk to them.”

“I know they would,” Rebecca said, closing her eyes, her head falling back in a bit of exasperation. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation. They’d had it many times since the day The Sun had come out with a reprehensible headline that Juliette’s schoolmate had shown her at school. Her daughter had been so devastated that the nurse had called Rebecca to come to get her. She’d taken one look at the paper the nurse handed her in explanation and felt her heart sink lower than she’d ever thought it capable. They’d come home, had a cry, and snuggled together and eventually, Juliette told her how it all happened. “I would just rather take them away for the summer if these are the stories they’re going to continue to put out. I don’t even know why they started watching me again.”

“Probably because your shithead ex just had another child.”

Rebecca made a face. The man was going to be six feet under before his children would graduate. “Whatever it is, I’m going to do everything I can to spare the girls from it, and if it means leaving the country, so be it.”

“And that’s completely fair,” Keeley began, nodding, “but taking them to meet a man that may want nothing to do with them?”

Rebecca sighed, knowing there was a real chance of that very well being the case. However, Keeley had it all wrong, thinking she’d ever march her girls up to the man without having a conversation with him herself.

She moved away from her suitcase and let herself fall on the bed beside her friend.

Before she could explain, Keeley had her arm wrapped around her shoulders. “Babes, I’m worried about you. I don’t think this is the best idea.”

“That’s just it, though. I have a plan, and it’s nothing like you’re thinking.”

“Then tell me what the plan is? And maybe why you looked him up in the first place? This isn’t because of what that little shit said to Jules, is it?”

That little shit had been the same little git that had given Juliette the paper and had started referring to her as sperm baby.

Rebecca had thought there would be no greater pain than when she had walked in to find her husband cheating on her. Because it hadn’t just been the betrayal, but the lies, the deceit, the coldness afterward. It exposed her to re-live that pain every day following, as more and more of his lies and affairs came out on the front page of the papers.

However, years later, holding her young daughter to her chest after she had cried herself to sleep over an article that should have been no one’s business but her own, Rebecca faced a new depth of pain. It was a mother’s pain that felt unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. The one job she’d been adamant about never failing—protecting and loving her children with all that she had—she was doing a shit job of it. It was because of her that her child was hurting, and it was a pain and guilt she felt deep in her very being.

She had kissed the crown of her daughter’s blonde head, and from that moment forward, promised that she’d make amends for it all.

While the little shit had been the catalyst, Rebecca did it for her girls.

Rebecca shook her head, willing the tears to keep from falling as the emotions from that day had risen in her. “No, not because of what he said.”

Keeley tilted her head at her, her look knowing, calling her out on her bullshit. Rebecca should have known she wouldn’t have been able to keep that from her.

“At first, I suppose the incident at her school had been what initially led me to find him.” She blew out a breath and felt Keeley’s arm tighten around her. “At first, I just wanted to see who he was. I wanted to be able to tell Juliette something about him. And I admit there was a bit of curiosity about him I had myself. To see where Juliette got those big brown eyes, and where Poppy got those adorable dimples, where Madeline got…” Rebecca trailed off, thinking of her youngest and how her soft brown hair, her dark eyes, and bright smile were the spitting image of the man in the photographs she received, “all that she is.”

Keeley laughed. They’d always joked that the father, whoever he was, had to be good-looking because Madeline had a beautiful uniqueness to her she could only have gotten from her other parent. “If any of them take after their dad, it’s her.”

“I’m not going to take them with me to meet him if that’s what you’re thinking. They’re going to stay at the house with my mother. I’ve had Leslie set up a meeting with him. I’m going to sit down and introduce myself, work up the nerve to tell him about them, and then—”

“Hope like fuck he doesn’t sue you for all your millions.”

Her shoulders slumped. For someone who was normally a floating ray of positive fucking sunshine, her friend could very pessimistic. Besides, from what Rebecca had gathered about him, he didn’t seem to be the litigious type. “I don’t think he’s that kind of man.”

“How do you know?”

“I…” She raised a finger and held it up, considering how deep she was already in this plan of hers. She dropped her hand with a sigh. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I might have hired a private investigator to look into him.”

Keeley’s eyes widened. “You didn’t!”

“I’m not daft, Keeley. I’m not going to go bloody meet him, nor let the man near my children without knowing he’s not complete sod or, you know, some kind of serial killer.”

“Oh my God, if you hired a PI, then that means you have a picture! I want to see him!”

Rebecca groaned, then rose to her feet, knowing it’d be no use to keep them from her. She crossed the room to the other side of the bed, where she left her phone beside her suitcase. “Fine, but you have to promise not to laugh.”

“Why would I laugh—Oh,” she paused, holding up a hand to her chest, “is he like a four out of ten something?”

“He’s most certainly not a four.”

Rebecca tapped on the screen until she had her gallery up and the few hidden pictures she’d downloaded on her phone into a hidden folder, making sure the girls wouldn’t be able to see them. She handed it over to her friend and awaited her reaction.

“Ohmygod, Rebecca!” Keeley looked up at her with wide eyes for half a second, then dropped her gaze back down to her phone. “Is this really him?”

Rebecca went over to the door to her room, glad that her mother was outside keeping the girls entertained, and shut it lightly behind her, letting her weight fall back against it. “It is.”

“I’d call him a goddamn eleven with that beard of his.” She must have swiped from the picture of the full beard to the one that was a few years before of him completely clean shaved. His coach’s profile photo was on the Kansas University website. “Aww, I think he has such a kind face. God, Maddie is definitely that man’s child. I see Poppy’s nose for sure and aww, look at that smile… There are Juliette’s dimples.” The next thing Rebecca knew, Keeley was looking up at her with tears in her eyes. “I don’t know why I’m crying,” she said with a laugh, wiping away a few tears that had fallen.

Rebecca went back over to the side of her bed not covered in suitcases and this time put an arm around her friend. Keeley’s head fell on her shoulder. Rebecca’s gaze dropped to the picture. The feelings she felt when she first had a look at them still fluttered in her belly and squeezed at her heart. She hadn’t known what to expect, but the relief that came from seeing a kind-looking face staring back at her filled her with hope for not only her but for her girls.

She was a firm believer that you could tell a lot about a person by the way they looked, and the way they presented themselves to the world, and Ted Lasso radiated optimism and happiness. He didn’t look like a man who would turn them away if he met them tomorrow or ten years from now. And that feeling she had about him only solidified when she read through his coach’s file and watched his silly videos on YouTube.

Again, her friend was right in sync with her train of thought, asking, “What’s so funny about him, though?”

Rebecca took her phone, pulled up another app, and typed in his name. She tapped on the first and most popular video, handed the phone back to her friend, and waited.

But the laughter never came, only a pull of her lips up into a wide grin. “Aww, he’s sweet. His accent sounds a lot like that guy from Sweet Home Alabama.” Her friend’s brows drew together then. “If you have all this, why do you still want to meet him? I mean, the man looks like he’d be a complete cinnamon roll… though, I guess you don’t want to go introducing them before you prepare the man.”

Rebecca tapped her nose. “That and a few interviews and a silly dancing video in a locker room with his team doesn’t tell me much beyond the fact that he cares about his job.”

“No, but it tells you he’s not bad to look at with that beard of his.” Keeley bumped her shoulder against hers.

She took the phone back from her and gazed down at the man in the photo, swearing to herself her heart wasn’t thumping any harder in her chest just from looking at him. “He is rather handsome.”

“Don’t go falling for him while you’re over there,” Keeley said, slapping her playfully on the thigh. “One proper pounding from the father of your babies and I’ll never see you again.”

Rebecca made a face. “He’s recently divorced. If he’s anything like I was after mine, I highly doubt he’s looking for anything even remotely close to a relationship. Not that I would be interested.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m not.”

“I’m just saying he’s the father of your children. Your three adorable girls. You’re telling me there’s absolutely nothing attractive about how beautiful your babies are when your stuff gets mixed with his?”

Her cheeks filled with heat. She rose from the bed to continue with her packing. “Good God, Keeley, not when you say it like that.”

“Think about it, babes, you’ve had his—”

She closed her eyes, her hands flying up to her temples as shook her head. “Yes, yes, yes, I know what I’ve had. Can we please talk about anything else?”

Keeley laughed. “Did you pack your vibrator? I have a feeling you might need it.”

Rebecca reached over, grabbed a throw pillow, and lobbed it at her.

#rebecca welton #ted lasso #fanfiction #first chapter #poppy welton #madeline welton #juliette welton #family au #this will live here for now #Tedbecca

[battle-of-alberta]

Can you draw Frozen Palace with the prettiest city? (I'll let you decide who that is or they can arm wrestle for it)

THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN! IT'S A TIE! So they're arm wrestling about it :) I think Red is just putting way more focus than she needs to into this because I doubt Maddy cares enough to attempt to win.

[ palette challenge ]

more from the poll below

#it's hapo#poll

@wrenling how could you say something so controversial yet so brave

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#THIS IS DRUMHELLER ERASURE#YOULL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYER

@zomsaurus I've been waiting all day for your lawyer this is very unprofessional of them. and also of me.

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@quatschmachen imagine mac has one more point than he does

it's fine

#projectcanada cities #pc: red deer #pc: medicine hat #pc: calgary #hapo art #colour palette challenge #palette challenge #art challenge #digital art #boab illustration #elaine hartley #madeline hargrave #calvin mccall #boab poll #anonymous #tbh im shocked that red got any votes let alone won ahaha #i purposefully draw her as Cute in an Androgynous Stick Figure Way #tbh eleanor is the only one that i designed on a prettiness factor and she barely made it

[phoenixyfriend]

Here, have some fashion suggestions (brands and designers) if you need ideas or references for an art piece. These skew heavily to my own tastes, but hey. Gotta start somewhere!

Paolo Sebastian's "Once Upon a Dream" collection is a megafave, but all of his stuff is good for the whimsical pastels vibe. Also does bridal.

Egyptian revival: I would definitely look into Cucculelli Shaheen, specifically the Alucinato collection. This seems really specific but ngl I just really want to rec them. Also does bridal.

There are a lot of bridal designers out there, but there are two (well, one bridal, and one bridal-adjacent) that I love for large ballgowns: - Mak Tumang does a lot of structured hemlines and stiff skirts, brightly saturated colors with a very costume ballgown vibe, the sort of thing you'd see in a masquerade scene in a fantasy movie. Good for a red carpet, IMO. (Not primarily bridal) - Kiyoko Hata tends to have more pastels and slightly desaturated jewel tones, with much less of a structure in favor of petticoats to build the shape, more layering of sheer fabrics. Very swishy. (Primarily a bridal designer) - For more 'normal' bridal in a standard palette, I'd look into Kim Kassas, Berta, Galia Lahav, Madeline Gardner, Krikor Jabotian, Rita Vinieris, Sophie Couture, Jimmy Choo, Julie Vino Glam, Vera Wang, Hian Tjen, Essense of Australia, Hayley Paige, Randy Fenoli.

For tea dresses (like a past-the-knee petticoat dress you wear to a garden party where you pretend to be rich) and general semi-formal: - The Matoshi sisters tend to work a lot with mesh and embroidery. Their floral elements tend to be very Secret Garden. They have some vintage inspiration in their bodices sometimes, but overall their boned bodice dresses are just really cool overall. - Chotronette have a similar style, but where the Matoshi tend to have a single heavier layer at the top with designs, Chotronette's are much more light-and-layered, and while they do have some floral, they use more celestial themes. They have a few designs that dip a bit into armor-inspired looks without going full fantasy costume. - IMO the best way to talk about the two in contrast is that the Matoshi sisters feel more solid and vintage-inspired, while Chotronette are more ethereal and fantasy-inspired.

Mark Bumgarner: For big structured skirts that straddle the line between tea dress and gown, but IMO he's a bit hit or miss. Good floral embroidery, though.

Red carpet and evening wear: There are a handful of designers that are just. Insanely good imo, and those are Zuhair Murad, Ziad Nakad, and Elie Saab. All three are really big names, and I wasn't sure until I checked but all are Lebanese, so I guess Lebanon just has a really good fashion industry. I believe most of them (definitely at least Saab and Murad) do bridal as well.

Girl's casual fashion: "All Pretty Girls" boutique

Professional wear: Poem Bangkok do some Ridiculously cool office wear ombre stuff, and the lines on their stuff are SO clean.

Chinese fusion: Heaven Gaia is also one of those brands that does a lot of work with ombre, but they lean into their roots a bit more than Poem. They have some massively cool work with embroidery, mandarin collars, capes, and so on.

Witchy looks: - Linda Friesen has some major vibes with 3D printed elements around the shoulders; good for fantasy costume territory. - Wulgaria Evil: If you want something a bit more high school/college goth.

Royal Black Corsetry for, well, corsets; the head of the company specializes in custom tailoring.

If you're looking to get into fashion for references, I would also follow blogs like @wedding-affair, @fashion-runways, @lacetulle, and @evermore-fashion.

For a more vintage reference set, @sartorialadventure is a good starting point, as is @lookingbackatfashionhistory.

If you're into lolita fashion, I'd rec @lolita-wardrobe

#fashion #Phoenix Posts #references

[peachsayshi]

thank you for tagging me, babee! @sleepygetou 🧡💋💋

Alias/Name : Peach 🍑

Birthday : don't feel comfortable sharing the exact date but my zodiac gives you a ballpark idea~

Zodiac : scorpio

Height : 5'3

Hobbies : writing is my main hobby ^.^ I do have some others - I love reading mangas/manhwas, I enjoy spending time outdoors, and recently started getting into making my own coffee/tea drinks at home as well as cooking more for myself

Favourite Colour : green; purple

Favourite Book : song of achilles - madeline miller

Last Song : francesca - hozier

Last Movie/Show : castlevania: nocturne

Recent Read : started reading this manhwa called superstitious nine but I don't know how I feel about it

Inspiration : manga, art, words, pretty aesthetics

Story behind URL : I was eating peaches when I made this blog, and decided to just coin it as my alias!

Fun Fact : I usually get asked how I manage to pump out so many stories, and honestly it's because I'm a pretty fast typer hehe but another fun fact is that Im pretty flexible too!

also adding this one because it's fun: what’s the colour palette of your name?

took sae's idea and put my name as 'peach' and my real name! the colors actually match me really well hehe

tagging: @suget @kentoangel @nanamikentoseyebags @suguwu @honeylavendr @gojoest @strawberrystepmom @massivementalitynut @solomons-poison @nagumoan & whoever else would like to do this! x

#tagged.🧡

[scriptorsapiens]

Classicstober Day 16: Circe (𐀑𐀪𐀐)

The witch-goddess of Aeaea, Circe is best known for turning sailors into animals. My take on her is partially inspired by Madeline Miller's book Circe.

I can't lie and say Madeline Miller's take on Circe was not a big part of my affection for this character, but I like to think my take on her is much more of my own.

Despite popular imaginings of her as a human witch, Circe is actually a full-blooded goddess. She is another child of Helios, the sun, and the ocean-nymph Perse (her sister Pasiphaë we have already met and her brother Aeëtes was the possessor of the Golden Fleece that Jason was looking for (and also Medea's father)). While she is full-blooded, I decided to make her look a lot more human than her sister. It makes it easier to imagine her and Odysseus together, as well as how their son Telegonus might have looked too. Like all children of Helios, Circe gets his shining yellow eyes, which help to keep her from looking too human. I think her hair is more like her mother's.

For clothing, I again borrow from Helios' palette by giving her purple. Coincidentally, for a modern audience this also mixes well with her witchy, magical role in her stories. Her clothes themselves were something I struggled with; living on an island I doubt she would be up to date on the latest Mycenaean/Minoan fashions, but I definitely wanted to evoke those shapes for her. I also wanted to stay away from the classical draped look of the chiton. Instead she wound up in this 'sheet-tied-in-the-front' kind of shawl thing.

Her wand borrows from much later art depictions of her (John William Waterhouse in particular comes to mind). For various reasons I dislike Hairy-Podder, and their short wands always kind of irked me. A wand in ancient sources is usually depicted as much larger than something a modern magician might use, so I went with that for this depiction of Circe. Her magic also derives heavily from the use of herbs, and you can see some of them in the bowl she is coaxing her spell from.

Anyhoo, happy birthday to meeeeeeeahahahaha

#classicstober #classicstober23 #classicstober2023 #tagamemnon #circe #circe goddess #circe madeline miller #greek mythology #linear b #mycenaean #ancient greek mythology