#》verse: hope is blue

[goldentemplariumcrow]

"Yes, he sang high praises of your skills. Said I should try to visit and meet you, since I like what others call Art, specially of the drawing and painting kind." His blue and green eyes follow the tip of the pen and the doodle that quickly turns into a sketch as the seconds pass by, there's a sort of childish enthusiasm that emanates from him, kind of bouncing on his own weight as he watches the shapes take form and become a sketch of a different looking battery. "Heheh! That looks so good! And very solid." It's a compliment, even if worded in a strange way.

Clearly, the Blue one has his quirks, a but too excited to meet someone with who he can share some interest, but he's trying to be pleasant in his own way. Then, he just looks human, probably as a way to be more approachable, but can't really hide all of himself under the disguise, hence his hair and eyes being different, and how there's a lack of understanding of some behaviours.

"I usually paint what I feel... it's not solid like yours." He projects a small cavas the size of a sheet of paper to show what he means. The piece is filled with lines and disconnected shapes, but there's a sort of rhythm in the way they're displayed on the solid hologram, in a way, even abstract as the piece is, it's possible to feel the infused happiness on the lines and shapes. "I like yours, it's very neat, all clean... And I'm talking too much. Sorry."

🐾 (from my blue lantern baby, Bacchus to Kyle)

[Boop the boys! || accepting]

"...What was that for?" That is a very surprised - and slightly confused - Green Lantern being brought to a complete stop by the unexpected. He's not upset, he's not angry, he's just a wee bit taken aback.

[heavenswillfall]

Corey looks so fucking ugly im gonna cry

I dont even know if Joey had brown eyes but

[despairforme]

So Nnoitra, what's your type? and is it different if you want a relationship and if you want to just fuck? :3c Tell uss

❝ My type, huh? ❞

Well, that depended, if we were talking chick or dude here. What Nnoitra looked for in a woman was completely different to what he looked for in a man. ❝ Yeah, of course it's different if I'm gonna date her. ❞ That was the same for everyone, right? When it came to dating, you got more picky. Nnoitra more or less had NO standards when it came to who he slept with. He'd fuck anyone, as long as he found them attractive enough ( and, again, he was not picky ).

He wasn't going to go on a long-ass rant and list everything he was looking for in a partner. It would be laughable, because an asshole like him should just take whatever he could get.

❝ Mah, just gimme a chick with big tits who can cook 'n we're good. ❞ Too dismissive? Maybe.

Of course, he had traits that he'd describe as his type.

For WOMEN: He liked them girly. He wanted them to have soft lips and soft skin, wide hips and squishy tits. Large boobs were a bonus, of course, and the hips should match. Height didn't matter to him, because there were no women who were taller than him anyway ( not even the tallest woman in the world was taller than him ). He'd prefer for her to be dainty and cute though.

These were the physical attributes that could make a woman his type, which was the only thing that was important if he was going to fuck her. If he was going to date her, however, then quite a lot more traits had to be added.

She'd need to know how ( and enjoy ) to cook and clean - that and regular sex was like 99% of the reason to even date a woman, right? Being bitchy, complaining a lot, or being condescending with him was an immediate turn-off. He'd like for her to be obedient and loving with him, but to not treat him like a fucking child or a pet. He didn't need that. He also HATED when women thought they could "fix him", like he was some fucking charity project.

She just needed to be kind to him and respect him. He had no patience for the "girlboss" trope. He did wonder if his "ideal" woman would get boring in the long run though. He had no experience with dating women, so he was unsure of how the relationship would work in real life. Thinking about it was one thing - living it might be way different.

And, of course - she HAD to match his sex drive. Like hell he was going to get with a woman who wouldn't let him fuck her regularly.

When it came to guys ---

Well, Nnoitra had A LOT more experience with that. Both when it came to dating, and just casual sex.

For MEN: Nnoitra liked masculine guys. Broad shoulders, wide chests - ab muscles. Strong jawlines, big hands. Deep voices. He'd never be with a guy taller than him, but there was little chance of finding a guy like that anyway. Nnoitra would pretty much fuck any guy who could be redeemed even remotely handsome. As long as they weren't too feminine. Feminine guys were a turn-off for him.

As for dating a guy---

Sure, he had experience, but then again, his relationships had gone to hell, and he didn't even know WHY. Mah, he probably couldn't blame anyone but himself, huh?

Trying to picture the perfect guy to date... Just someone fun. A good looking guy who could brighten his days. Nnoitra liked a bit of a challenge. A bit of banter, as long as it didn't turn into disrespect. He'd like to be challenged to become stronger, and he imagined a good boyfriend could do that for him. Man, he'd just like to be able to laugh with a guy again.

Lame.

Oh, yeah, and of course the guy would have to be just as into sex as himself. Bonus if he was at least a little kinky. Nnoitra figured vanilla sex with a guy would get boring really quickly.

[bugsinshoes]

A JOCELYN REFERENCE SHEET? WHO WOULD'VE THUNK IT !?

[medi-bee]

we deserved to see more of them together

[booksofadventures-archived]

Oh dear, it seemed Edward had gotten himself a little lost. He had the habit of just wandering these days, head lost in thoughts. It seemed so much so that he wasn't even sure where he was, was it where he had been or something.

But something felt off and he couldn't place his finger on it. Right now he's looking around, obviously confused and even looking a little lost. He's just looking for someone that he could ask for help.

@patetpluvia asked for an edward

[universestreasures]

@path-of-blue-eyes (Plotted Starter)

"Mr. Ryuenji, you can't go in there! Mr. Kaiba is busy preparing for-"

He ignores the pleasing words of Isono, the suited male obviously panicked by the sudden intrusion. While Tasuku knows the pressure he is putting on the innocent staff of this blimp by his arrival, he has more important things to attend to. Everyone aboard this aircraft was in danger, after all.

And so, with no hesitation, he opens the door, revealing to him the sight of both of the Kaiba Brothers seemingly in the midst of gaming-related activities. The younger of the two, noticing the sound and looking up from his handheld, looks up, and his eyes widen at the sight of his friend, who is somehow here in the flesh despite the fact they double-checked the blimp for stowaways.

"Tasuku?!" Mokuba drops his console to the ground in surprise. "What are you doing here?! How did you get here?! Did you use-"

He covers his mouth abruptly then. Mokuba knew well the powers Tasuku possessed were meant to be kept secret, and he's kept that secret up until now. He hasn't even told his elder brother, who he hated to keep secrets from.

"That's not important. What is important is the reason why I'm here." Tasuku, with his ruby hues showcasing his determination, approaches the elder Kaiba without hesitation. "Seto Kaiba. As I'm sure you're well aware by now, the Battle City tournament has been infiltrated by dangerous criminals, at least one of which I know is aboard this aircraft."

He then takes out his Buddy Police badge from his pocket, showcasing it to him. The details and official seal on it make it clear it was authentic and not some prop. Tasuku was a true officer of the law, despite his age.

"By order of the Buddy Police, you are to shut down this tournament immediately to ensure the safety of everyone on board. And Marik Ishtar and any of his Rare Hunter comrades found among the finalists will be brought into custody. Failure to cooperate will result in grave consequences."

[recitedemise]

wax poetic for mr. widogast?

Send 'wax poetic' for Gale to monologue. Likely in ways far too sentimental: no longer accepting.

His life, Gale decides, has often been defined by impossible what ifs. What if he were stronger? And what if he were god? And what if he'd the means to bring to life his city? And what if, by the gods, what if he'd him?

Gale would pine so quietly, his yearning all but pools of candied, sugared honey. He watches Caleb by the fire, a novel in his purview with a Frumpkin by his side. He is gorgeous in this angle, a figure licked in umber by the journey of the embers. Yet, even more than the burning and the fragrance of the earth from the crackling of the wood, this view he would offer could all alone thaw him. Light him. Guide him. Like a lantern in the dark.

It had been so dark and his uncertainties, weary, so drearily long. Gale recalls it so plainly, the moment that this heartsong had wrenched him from the void. Now, he sits knowing hope is colored like the winter, blue and crystalline like the color that those eyes are...the first thing, the best thing, that he had seen in years.

Caleb had pulled him from the shadows, something a pious man may just label his redemption. He'd now something to anticipate, a humbling, gentle promise that he'd long since forgotten, so what has Gale have left but to think upon his future? A future, a wanting, in the color of blue.

They'd share coffee in the morning. They would read beside the fire when the summer yields to frost. Gale would dote on him madly, the pair stumbling home kissing clumsy from a party, and for far beyond their lifetimes unto every blasted eon, I would, Gale confesses, wake happy to your eyes.

Blue like the winter. Or blue like soothing rains.

Their gazes meet. I would lose myself in you and only journey deeper.

[13xwishes]

Continued from { X } || @path-of-blue-eyes

Eyebrow raised, Whisp studied the so-called billionaire and pondered whether she should help him out or not. She wasn't obligated that's for sure, but unfortunately he caught her in the wrong side of town. She WAS one her way to the monster side when she was cornered by some mugger normies and... well...

... never do magic out in the open again. Lesson learned.

Still, those idiots deserved a good beating and they weren't her finder after all...

Humans...

 ❝ You do realize being 'something like me' means I can make those things happen easily without trying. But you caught me in a curious mood... just what is it exactly you want? ❞

[thursdayg1rl]

theres some universe out there where kendrick performed america has a problem with beyonce and im so jealous

[dress-this-way]

Via The Consecrated Woman | ENCOURAGING AND INSPIRING THE WORLD WITH DAILY BIBLE VERSES

[paldin]

the  pout  that  dominates  his  countenance  is  more  playful  than  it  is  anything  else.  lance  is  up  -  stretching  onto  his  toes  as  he  presses  both  of  his  palms  flat  against  his  beautiful  girl’s  maw.  “don’t  give  me  that  look.”  lance  pleads  ;  blinking  heavily  before  breaking  stance. “i  really  need  to  think  about  what  i  say  before  i  actually  say  it,  huh.”  he  muses.  huffs  &  then  promptly  lets  his  head  drop  forward.  defeated.  “do  you  think  i  made  him  mad?”  a  pause  -  a  consideration.  “well,  madder?” 

@tidesbled , blue !

[b3ast0fburd3n]

Avatar Verse details 👀 pt.1

(Unorganized, might fix later lol)

NEW NA'VI CLAN KAMEYWA (Pronounced Kam-ey-wah)

Cave people!! White/grey/pinkish complexions, skin lightened and lost pigment over time.

While the Kameywa people can speak, they often choose not to due to the sound bouncing off the cave walls being harsh on their overly sensitive ears. While above ground (usually to hunt) they have intricate hand signaling for nearby and clicking signals for longer distance.

Highly sensitive to light! Spending any amount of time on the surface outside of eclipse is very dangerous. Their skin and eyes could get severely burned.

Shorter than most Na'vi. While others range around 9-10ft tall, the Kameywa average 8-9ft. The tallest of theirs would match the shortest of other clans.

They've developed better smell and hearing to make up for their lack of sight underground. As a result, their ears and noses tend to be larger while their eyes are mostly smaller.

Naming system always has a first name and a family name, then the clan name. For example, their leader is Olo'eyktan Ye'saf Rina'Kameywa. (Rina'-meaning Seed. It's Joseph Seed. He's grey.) Their title is also always first, if they have one.

Artists by trade! Surrounded by beautiful minerals, gems and rocks, the Kameywa people have devoted large portions of time to creating intricate beadwork for clothes and jewelry. The more clothing worn, the higher status the na'vi.

^The increase in cultural significance of clothing overtime has led to a more modest culture than most Na'vi. If you were to walk around their cave in traditional Omatikaya clothes, you'd be told to cover up. (<rudely, might I add)

Speaking of rude, being loud is rude. Laughing loudly, crying audibly, arguing, it's all frowned upon. For good reason, sure, but it's still quite hard to keep emotions when you can't share them.

HIGHLY territorial. NOT welcoming to outsiders, regardless of where they came from. Even if other cave people were to ask for shelter, if no one could vouch for them, they'd be strung up outside as a warning.

Hunting parties, led by Eytanay (meaning hunting party leader) Ya'akon Rina'kameywa (Jacob wooo), can only go out during eclipse. The cave mouth is secluded from other Na'vi clans, however venturing into the forest is dangerous for many reasons. Because of this, certain important people (cough chiefs daughter cough) are not allowed outside ever. (Haha thats not gonna lead to plot...Right..?)

Their spiritual leader, Tireafya'o Yon’netem Rina'kameywa (tireafya’o-”spirit path”), is not Ye'saf's wife, but rather his younger brother (It's John, those close to him shorten his name to Yon') After the loss of his Tsahìk, Ye'saf took the mantle of Spiritual Leader for himself, being both Tsahìk and Olo'eyktan, creating a new title for his younger brother to lead alongside the other Rina'kameywas.

The Olo'eyktan has one daughter. Eh’din Rina'kameywa'ite. ('ite meaning daughter) She's more feminine in this verse. Weaker, quieter, less angry. Like unrecognizable almost oops.

The people believe they're closer to Eywa than other clans, living among her root system. (Kame- to see in a spiritual sense, Eywa- the goddess).

There are several grottos that have been blocked off because of natural gas leaks. Some of them are deadly, but a certain green mist causes hallucinogenic effects (It's bliss!)

[despairforme]

He tried to bake a cake, got impatient and ate the batter.

[entriprises]

@fyrewalks / kate ♡ for a randomized starter ! you got : NAT 

"you told me you would make a difference." she holds up the magazine, open to first page of the article on kate. she wears a proud smile, "look at you now."

[victorluvsalice]

Happy Birthday Deathmaiidens!

@deathmaiidens -- as per your request, we have the Van Dorts (as in Victor and Victoria) at the seaside, enjoying a little beach picnic, with a special visitor coming to call at the end. :) Enjoy!

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“Well – I didn’t think I’d ever agree with your mother on anything, but – this sea air is quite invigorating.”

Victor chuckled, taking a deep breath as he looked across the sand at the tide lapping the shore. “It is quite a nice change from Burtonsville,” he agreed, adjusting his position on their blanket so his leg didn’t fall asleep. “And especially the cannery.”

“Oh yes, I can imagine,” Victoria agreed, picking up another sandwich from the spread between them before giving him a mock-stern look. “But we did promise not to talk about your work while we were here, didn’t we?”

“We did, but I’m not sure mentioning how horrible the cannery smells is really talking about work,” Victor argued, taking a slice of apple. “At least, not in the same way as me telling you about how tricky getting some of the ledgers in order is.”

“Perhaps not, but it’s at least brushing up against it.” Victoria laid her free hand on his as she nibbled her sandwich. “How about we talk about the croquet game we’re attending tomorrow instead?”

Victor worried his lower lip. “I’m – not entirely sure that’s a more pleasant topic. You know I’m not very good at sports.”

“I know, but your mother’s already arranged the visit, and I doubt anyone will think the less of you for not being able to hit the ball perfectly through the hoops.”

“I’m more worried about losing my grip on the mallet and sending it flying through a window.”

Victoria paused mid-nibble, looking at him sideways. “Do you really think that could happen?”

“Ask the glazier my parents had to bring in when I was nine.” Victor sighed, leaning his chin against his hand. “Still, it wasn’t as bad as when Mother tried to make a cricket-player out of me. I broke three windows during those lessons.”

“Oh dear me.” Victoria gave him an awkward smile. “Well, ah, just – keep a tight grip on the mallet?”

“It’s either that or feign illness so we don’t have to go.” Victor shot her a cheeky grin. “And I’d rather save that excuse for Lady Sunderland’s ball on Friday.”

“Ah, yes, I’d managed to forget about that...I think I’ll join you in being ill that day,” Victoria said, shuddering. “I already know the Kingsleighs will be there, and I don’t like their daughter at all. And she’s sure to be even less friendly now that I’ve managed to marry before her.”

“We’ll both develop massive headaches that evening,” Victor promised. “And then hide in our rooms and find a better way to spend the time.”

Victoria smirked. “Did you mean that to sound as saucy as it did, Mr. Van Dort?”

Victor went pink – then blinked as a blue butterfly suddenly winged past him and settled on his hand. “Oh – hello there,” he greeted it warmly, glad of the distraction. “Come for a visit, then?”

The butterfly flexed its wings. “It’s always lovely to see you again,” Victoria said, giving it a smile. She glanced out at the vast blue-green expanse of the ocean before them. “Did you ever visit the seaside in the Land of the Dead?”

The butterfly crawled around, pointing its feelers in the direction of the water. “I’m not sure they have oceans down there,” Victor said thoughtfully. “At least, not like we have them. Probably they’re just full of dead fish.” He winked at her. “Like the cannery.”

Victoria shook her head with a laugh. “Always back to the cannery. . .but if that is the case, I’m glad we can share the beauty of the living ocean here.”

Victor nodded, leaning his shoulder against hers. “Me too.”

And just for a moment, the sea breeze felt like cool arms around them, and seemed to whisper in their ears, Me three.

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