#<- just in case because i know the pink is vibrant on my end

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hyde but in fashion inspired by my pinterest board

[clus444]

"That is not me on tape"

Andy Barber x Reader

Readers are mad that Andrew has been ditching their dates. Andrew has always said that reader needs to communicate better. What happens when the reader is petty and Andrew has low patience?

Mature Content, lollipop is violated (Lmao), you may cringe ( is that a warning) jk jk, very descriptive, some plot. (N-word usage once)

" I'm sorry honey, I'm just trying to make sure everything is in order before the holidays," Andrew says over the phone. I roll my eyes at another excuse that comes out of his mouth. I scoff in response, not knowing what to say in the moment.

"Andy..." He is so full of shit. I get that he has a job as D.A. and he has matters that he can't just ditch. But for a full three weeks? It feels more like an excuse to not see me. Especially when I got fed up and bribed his assistant for his schedule and made him clear up a spot for me. Which by the way wasn't hard since he only had two big cases, which he finished three days ago.

Who knows maybe even longer since we don't talk as much. Ugh! Fuck his work-alcoholic ways with his strong arms and his talented tongue that can turn me every which way. Don't even get me started on his fat-

I blink and clear my throat, "Ok, bye Andrew." I hang up the phone as soon as I'm done talking. I huff and lay back on our couch as I think about the situation at hand. I play with the rose gold necklace around my neck as I think about what to do.

*Buzzt*

I snatched it from where I threw it and read the message that was sent.

Grumpy Ogre- I'll let that hang-up slide since you're rightfully mad. We'll talk when I get home.

I roll my eyes and don't respond. I stand from the couch and go to our room. I open the closet and start pulling out clothes. A mixture of pink, purple, and other vibrant-colored clothes is thrown everywhere. As I pick out clothes and think of a makeup look to match, I stew in my thoughts.

I'm not asking for a lot. I just want a day where it's just me and him. No phones, no work, no unnecessary distractions. But he acts like I'm asking for a fucking trip to Mars and an alien to take home as a pet.

But for me, that's not even the worst part. 7 days ago, 168 hours ago, this man- this nigga! The man who constantly finds his face between my thighs, always trying to get his hands on something, I know he steals my panties. He denied me the physical act of proclaiming my love for him in a passionate way sex.

I don't really care that he said no. I'm never someone to make someone else feel bad for saying no. But it's the reason why he said no. It's because he's overworked himself so much that as soon as he comes home he goes straight to bed, I don't even remember the last time he sat on the couch and we watched our shows. Honestly, I just miss him. The only... crime I did was act on a feeling of worry and hurt. But Andy always said closed mouths don't get fed. Or at least in my case, no deserving ass left not dealt with.

Do with that what you want with that. Or judge me for what I'm about to do.

*Ding Ding*

The elevator doors open and I walk out. I make sure to tighten the belt around my coat. My heels click on the floor with purpose as I walk through cubicles to get to the big brown doors at the end of the walkway. My head held high. I fix my hair and make sure nothing is shown to earlier.

*Knock Knock*

I don't wait for a reply and just walk in. He doesn't even look up once to see who it is. The only thing I can be grateful for is that he isn't cheating. But why would he when he has me at home? Why can't he see that? "Whatever it is, just leave it on the desk, I'll get to it when I can," He signs a paper he's focusing on.

I promptly walk to the chair stationed in front of his desk. I sit down and lean back to pull out a lollipop from my pocket. I open the wrapper and dispose of it quickly. " Should I be worried that my boyfriend doesn't seem to be aware of his surroundings," I raise a brow. His head snaps up.

"fuck! Baby-"

I cut him off," Go back to your work Andrew, when you finish take us home and we'll talk." His face shows caution like he can see right through me. Like he can see the mischief in my eyes, swirling, waiting to bubble over. Waiting for the first opportunity to grab my devil horns and pull them out.

But I know him too. I know that the uncertainty of this situation riles him up. I see the slight clench of his hand on the paper as he eyes the trench. I can feel the tension slowly creep into the room and hover over my shoulder, waiting for my next move. The nervous twitch his eyes make, makes me wanna laugh but I hold it together.

He turns to his papers again. I bring the lollipop to my lips and begin licking. I swirl my tongue around the circular tip and sigh loudly. He looks up quick and back down, It's like a switch went off as his head snaps back up. His eyes track the movement of my tongue. As I glide the lolly horizontally on my tongue I untie the belt and open the coat.

My brown skin glimmers brightly under the lights and I know the body glitter is doing its job. I slide the shoulders off and group it at my waist. His eyes rake over my chest. A dark look takes over his features. A storm brewed behind his baby blue eyes. I smirk to myself not wanting to get cocky so fast. I trail the lollipop between the valley of my boobs. I circle one nipple but my eye catches movement from the corner of it.

I point a finger," You owe it to me to stay there. all I want is your attention and cooperation." His eyes narrow at me in complementation and he decides to lean back.

"Whatever you say baby girl," He licks his lips then adjusts himself in his seat. I smile knowing I'm going to make him eat those words as he made me take mean dick when he's mad. I take the lollipop and circle my other nipple as my left-hand grabs my left tit. I lean my head down and use my tongue to taste the flavoring off my nipples. I make a show of liking it and cleaning myself.

"No touching with your hands Andy or I swear I'll stop and lock you out of the bedroom."

I stand up and the coat falls to the floor. I make my way around his desk and push him back so I can sit in front of him on the wooden surface. I start sucking the lollipop like it's dick. I hallow my cheeks out and suck like a vacuum cleaner being used on a Sunday morning. I pop it out and leave streaks of it on my chest, paying extra attention to my nipples again.

I lazily leave the lollipop in my mouth. A pout comes on my face," Clean me up?" It seems like a question but sounds like a demand. A tick in his jaw makes me grin. He leans forward and licks up the valley of my breast then places kisses on my collarbone. A deep groan comes from within his throat. When he's done licking around my nipples. He starts sucking on one at a time. Although supposed to be a punishment for him, it turns into a reward for me.

He slowly starts kissing down my torso but I quickly wrap a hand in his hair and pull his head back hard. I tighten my grip and the audible groan he lets out makes my clit tingle. "Watch it," I say firmly. The glare on his face makes him scary but somehow hot at the same time. "Do you know why I'm doing this Andy," I ask as I take one foot and put it over his bulge. I add pressure before quickly taking it off. It looks like he physically deflates.

"Because of a couple of missed dates. But sweetness-" My eye roll cuts him off. He narrows his eyes at me as he speaks again," You're mad which I understand but I won't ta-" I cover his mouth with my hand.

I laugh," No no no," I gather myself together.

"Here's what's gonna happen. You're going to eat me out and depending on how well you do it, depends on how long I stay mad. The ball isn't in your court Andy. Maybe later when I'm done having my fun we can conversate... but right now. I want to feel your retribution through your tongue." I lean back and spread my legs wide open.

He leans forward and spits on my cunt. I feel his spit land and he quickly licks me up. I suck in a breath at his actions, I'm not handing out moans, he needs to earn every reaction out of me. Big hands push me back and hold my legs up.

He heads straight for my clit, not playing any games. His tongue swirls and it feels like he's making out with my pussy. I feel myself grow wet, I suck in deeper breaths, and every now and again I feel my hips trying to follow his tongue. I don't know what it is about hearing how wet I am for him. "mm," comes out my mouth.

*nac nac nac nac*

It feels like it adds to the sensation of being horny. It's like my pussy is trying to prove how much she can drown him. Oh god, his tongue has me talking in third person about it (pussy). " I'm going to kiss it better," He pauses and sticks his tongue in my hole.

"A-ah." I feel my pussy clench on itself and push out my essence. He moans and thrusts into my cunt. I force my torso against the desk surface and push my hips up. My hands wrap in his hair and I pull him in further. A loud whine sounds from my mouth," My c-clit." I remind him before he dives back in. He always gets so caught up in feasting on me, any other time is appreciated but not now.

As much as I would love to keep doing this. I wanna go home as soon as possible and finish there. I start rolling my hips into his face," Work for this...," I gasp out, "cum." I feel my body vibrate and my eyes roll back. He shakes his head from side to side. "oo ah ahh f-fuck," My mouth hangs open. I feel my body tense up.

"Give to me," he demands and sucks on my clit. My chest surges forward as my stomach sucks in, I close my eyes and cry out as I cum. My holes clenched around nothing and Andy slurps me up. I pat his head as my body jerks. He kisses up my chest, "I'm so sorry baby. I swear I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow we'll talk everything out swear." His last kiss lands on my lips and I kiss back.

"You have a lot of making up to do."

-Timeskip to next morning-

*Buzzt* video attachment

Andy groans before tightening his arms around Y/n. After last night, they need as much sleep as possible. Andy's about to lull himselfself back to sleep before...

*Buzzt*

He sighs and turns his body slightly so he can grab his phone. He clicks on the video paying no mind.

"Aw f-fuck, you...f..feel so good andy," Y/n whine comes through his speakers and he jolts up. "Gonna fuck this pussy right," Andy hears himself growl out. He exits off it and feels his face pale. The attachment reads.

P.A Eric- This you man?

*Buzzt*

P.A Eric- Considered deleted everywhere, sir.

Andrew- Thank you Eric I owe you one. My lady would freak if she seen that their was a camera in the elevators. I completely forgot.

A loud shriek sounds from beside Andy. He turns to the culprit and gulps, "Is that my ass!?... ON CAMERA!"

I'm trying to work on improving my smut writing which is what took so long. Anyway enjoy and don't forget to check out the other fics lmao. bye babes

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Prey of Hell - Chapter 0

Alastor x Buné (OC)

Chapter 0: Prologue Next Chapter

“Quite a pleasure to be reporting this incident, quite a pleasure! However, what happened to this young lady is no pleasure! Famous ringleader, ?̵͓̱̞̘̌̍̆?̷̡̨͖̲͆̕?̴͖͙̝͚̀͐͑?̶͉̳̿͌͘?̸̳̌?̵̨͓̦̰͒?̸̧̖̅̒?̷̭͈̱͕͗̐̓, dead at 25! Such a tragedy I’m afraid, mauled to death by her very own tiger in front of her audience! What a way to go!” The radio host began, starting out his broadcast with his usual greeting. He sat in his radio tower, far from the majority of civilization. The tone in his voice seemed too lighthearted to be reporting this occurrence, especially because he had known the very woman who had lost her life.

“Reports say there was blood of a rabbit on her from previously feeding the tiger, and later on during her performance, the tiger attacked her! Ripping her to complete shreds. Guess you could say the tiger pulled a few limbs, huh?” He continued, a laugh track playing in the background after every cruel joke that was made.

“Now as one may know, I frequently announced for her shows whenever her dear announcer was out! Such an interesting soul might I say, she sure did live for entertainment, haha! Even dead, she is causing a show! Police are now looking into her for multiple accounts of murder, swept under the rug by using her own circus as a cover up. Mentions of abuse from the previous owners are also being looked into, however, nothing is confirmed! What an interesting case!” He announced, his radio show being broadcasted to everyone in the city of New Orleans.

“This case is one that is so vexing, a ringleader accused of something as serious as murder. Especially one that had such a famous circus, popular amongst people of all ages. It’s been deducted to nothing but a coverup for something much more dark, the circus owners being a line of horrendously horrible people! Only recently has the circus been exposed for these activities due to the death of their darling ringleader. She was a 25 year old woman, known for her brilliant entertainment skills. Her act was one for animal lovers, using a tiger to carry the show for her. However, in her most recent show, the tiger ate her alive in front of the crowd she adored. It really was a show stopping last performance!” The radio host continued explaining this tragic tale, entertaining his very own viewers in the process. There was something so sinister about this case that he enjoyed, making him smile at just the thought of the truth being uncovered.

“It truly breaks my heart knowing I had offered to be the substitute announcer for such a deranged woman. If I had known all of this beforehand, there is no way I would have said yes!” And with that, the radio host continued his broadcast for hours, switching from reports of this to reports of other news, as well as the most recent hit jazz songs. All the while this was happening, a new demon manifested itself in Hell.

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A woman fell from the sky, landing straight into Pentagram City. Her fall was the farthest thing from angelic, which made perfect sense, because she was the farthest thing from an angel. She gasped in pain as she hit the cold and dark floor, regaining consciousness. She shook her head, feeling something atop of it move with her shaking. Her eyes widened and she looked down at her hands, realizing that they were now long, white claws fading into a light pink at her fingertips. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at her legs, which were now adorned with stockings. Her right leg had a very vibrant pink fabric covering it, a line of X’s traveling down to her ankle. The other leg held a white stocking, striped with very thin lines of black. Looking down to her feet, there were two heels on them. The heels were a dark maroon, matching the shorts she had noticed she was wearing. In addition to this, there seemed to be a coat resting on her body. The ends were torn, looking as if it had been shredded. Attached to her waist was a golden whip, leading to many ideas in her twisted mind. As her eyes trailed further up, she saw epaulets sitting on her shoulder. Looking straight down, she saw a vibrant pink and gold bowtie attached to her neck. She smiled, she loved the color pink! On the other hand, she had absolutely no clue where she was.

The smaller woman stood up, shaking her head once more, checking out her surroundings. She appeared to be in a city, although not a nice one. It was covered in trash and fire, and if a city could scream, it would. There were strange looking people running around the streets, cars on fire, people laying dead on the ground, and trash littered along the sidewalks. A moment of realization hit her, remembering her death. The memories struck her like a flash of lightning. 

She remembered her past life as a ringleader, hosting many events at a circus. Without much thinking, she remembered the name of said circus with ease. The Stellar Cirque. She recalled her last moments, the very tiger she owned attacking her as if she were prey. It tore her to shreds, taking her limb by limb. All in front of her audience too. They wished they could look away from the violent scene, but something compelled them to keep watching. She remembered feeding the tiger earlier that day, giving it a rabbit that it enjoyed. Rabbit blood splattered her clothes and neck as she fed the tiger, resulting in her inevitable death. The tiger smelled food, saw food, and ate food. Albeit, that food was her. She remembered her name, vowing to never let anyone know what it actually was. And from then on, she was known as Buné.

She walked out of the alley she had fallen into, walking out onto the sidewalk. Prancing past a store, she was her reflection in the glass window. Her hair was now a shade of pink between vibrant and pastel, pulled into a bun sitting just above the back of her neck. Her eyes were a dark pink, and her sclera were a light pink. On her head rested two bunny ears, starting at pink and cut into white at the top. Between those fluffy rabbit ears was a dark maroon hat with a vibrant pink ribbon on it, a bow with a long trail on the back of her hat. Her face was relatively the same, although her skin was pure white. Her cheeks had circles of lively pink on them and a light purple shade of eyeshadow was present on her eyelids. Her eyelashes were abnormally long, but most of all, her nose was a small nose that resembled a bunny. She stared at her reflection and let out a giggle, the irony of her new form. 

“What a cruel joke!” Buné grinned, watching her hands trail up to her ears as she felt them. Fluffy, how weird. Something caught her attention as she stared, her neck. There was a massive scar that appeared on her neck, a claw mark. It didn’t end on her neck, so it was safe to assume it continued onto her torso. She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Damn cats.” She sighed, continuing her walk through this new environment. 

Buné looked up into the sky, seeing a giant pentagram looming above. Her mouth parted slightly as all of the clues started adding themselves up. Then, she smiled, reflecting on her very obvious crimes. “So, I’ve made it to Hell! Yay!” She cheered, thankful she still had consciousness. Her mind trailed back to all of the wrongdoings and crimes she had committed, starting from something as small as theft. Then, it led to bigger things, such as murder. Taking the lives of others had always given her an adrenaline rush she chased after, never wanting to leave that high. Her victims trusted her so easily, she appeared like a sweet woman who had a love for show business. But oh, were they wrong. She let out another laugh as she continued walking down the streets of Hell, soaking in the new cityscape she was bound to get used to. So many things were on fire, so many people were screaming

A strange man approached her, he was tall and much more built than her. His skin was a dull gray and he wore torn brown clothes. He had blackened horns that were the size of her very own ears, yet they were much more curved. His voice was raspy as he spoke, “Aren’t you just a pretty little thing?” 

Buné narrowed her eyes at this, putting her claws on her whip that was attached to its holder on her waist. She kept her cool, realizing she had no reason to be hostile towards him, but still very aware of anything that he could try. “What a glacé sweet you are!” She smiled, showing him her sharp teeth that she had yet to realize she had.

He gave a sinister smile back, putting his slimy hand on her shoulder. This caused Buné to grab the dark maroon handle of her whip, ready to take it out if need be. “What do you say, we go to a more private place?” He slurred out, blinking slowly at her. 

Buné rolled her eyes, looking up to him with an unreadable gaze. “No need. I wouldn’t engage in such activities with someone like yourself.” She giggled, grabbing his hand and removing it from her shoulder pad.

The sinner did not take this well, growling at her response. “What makes you think you could even do that with me?!” He hissed, balling his fists at her. Buné grinned and took out her whip, ready to try it out. She only arrived a few minutes ago, and she was already getting into conflict! She lashed it against the concrete, hitting it hardly. As it hit, pink electricity sparked from it. She looked down at it and possibilities ran through her mind. 

Buné pulled the whip back up towards herself. “Say, could I try this out on you?” She asked, tilting her head as she questioned him. He looked at her with disgust, but that didn’t last. She backed up and raised the whip, hitting him with a splash of electricity bolting through him. His eyes became like spirals and for a split second, he seemed almost unconscious, as if he were having a daydream. After 5 seconds of this state, he regained his thoughts. His expression went from angry to fearful, and his eyes widened. 

“What the fuck was that? What the fuck did I just see? Who the hell are you?” He screamed at her in hurt, as well as pure horror. His thoughts raced as he brought his hand up to his head, stars spinning around his head.

“Whatever do you mean?” The rabbit demon asked, confused. All she did was hit him, nothing more had happened.

“I-I saw a tiger! It fucking jumped at me! I felt myself get torn to shreds! I saw the crowd cheering for it! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed, backing away slowly. 

Buné’s eyes lit up with excitement. She saw that very scene as she died! How come he saw it too? All she did was hit him with her whip! “Oh? Do tell me more!” She excitedly started walking towards him, grabbing her whip. She held it out once more, striking him twice with force. He stayed still for what seemed to be twice as long, his dazed state returning to him. After that, he jumped back into himself. He gasped and screamed, rubbing his eyes as tears began to form. 

“Fuck you!” He said as he ran off, giving no more context to what he saw. 

The short rabbit demon pondered for a second and looked down at her whip, which was still shooting out pink bolts of electricity. She grinned to herself, putting it back into its place. “Fascinating!” She exclaimed, continuing her way down the sidewalk.

…

And with that, Buné quickly gained popularity for all of the wrong reasons. She found out quickly just what exactly she could do. Manipulate people’s thoughts into her own. She could take her memories from life and make them see the exact same thing with just a touch of her whip, replacing her in those memories for them.

She learned she could turn into something much more frightening on her own will. Thick, black horns would sprout from her head as her hat fell. Her eyes would glow with the same vibrant pink, and glowing stitches keeping her limbs together would appear. She realized she could remove her limbs in this state, as well as her own organs. It always made for the perfect party trick. There was much more to learn about herself as the years passed by.

After 8 years, a new demon manifested itself into the same hell Buné adored. He rose quicker than she did, earning himself the radio demon title. And something about that name, Alastor, rang a bell in her dark mind. The same Alastor that occasionally did the announcements at her beloved circus. She made it her goal to see him again, although she knew he probably did not remember her, she just needed some source of entertainment in this hell that she would spend eternity in.

…

It was early in the morning and walking down the streets of Hell, Buné spotted exactly who she had been looking for. In front of the tailors’, she recognized his face, although his form was much different from the form she had last seen him in. He was much taller than her and his tanned skin was no longer that, and instead it was gray. His hair was bright red and was black at the bottom, shortening as it led to the back. Atop of his head were two fluffy ears, sharing the same color as his hair, into a black just like the bottom of his hair. Although it was difficult to see, two small antlers were present next to his ear. A deer, how cute! Buné giggled to herself. A red tinted monocle rested on his face, as well as a giant smile showing off his yellow colored teeth. His eyes were sharp and firm despite his smile. Above his eyes seemed to have dark red of some sort, almost like eyeshadow. He had a black and red bowtie, much like her own, and a bright red and striped suit, paired with black pants. The radio host wielded a microphone, the same bright red being repeated throughout his appearance.

Buné’s eyes lit up, bringing her hands up to her chest and shaking them with excitement. She giggled and speed-walked towards him, excited to see the only other person she knew during her life. She ran behind him, tapping him on the back with her pointer claw. Alastor turned around, only to see no one there. His smile remained but his eyes furrowed in annoyance, only to receive another tap on his back once more. He turned around to see a shorter demon, resembling closely to a rabbit. He recognized her as the infamous rabbit demon, Buné. However he quickly realized that it was the same woman he reported a gruesome death on years ago in life. The same one he used to know decently, as he announced for her shows. He looked down at her, and before he could say anything she spoke up. “Alastor! I found you!” She giggled and put her hands on her hips.

Alastor’s eyes were unreadable as he responded. “Buné! I remember you quite well, you were a force to be reckoned with, dear.” He bent down and touched her nose gently with one of his fingers. Buné laughed in response as Alastor stood back up straight.

“You are the only familiar face I recognize in Hell. I figured I’d locate you!” Buné admitted, she had known literally no one else in Hell, and to know someone caused her much relief. She could handle herself fine, but knowing someone made things much more comforting. She had been alone in Hell for 8 years.

Alastor nodded politely in understanding. “I completely understand! I too know no one else, but you showed up just on time. I remember reporting your death, quite the flashy one I might add!” He took his microphone in front of him and rested both of his hands on top of it. 

Buné’s eyes widened and she looked away in embarrassment. Oh, he reported my death. That’s nothing short of embarrassing. She thought to herself, before speaking. “Ah, yes. A betrayal from my own animal. Nonetheless, in front of my audience, a total embarrassment!” She shook her head, not proud of her death.

Alastor laughed at her reaction, unable to disagree with her. “Yes, and to be exposed for all of your horrendous crimes right after! I would have never guessed you were such a violent woman, Buné, dear.” He looked down at her, almost expecting answers from her.

Buné looked back up at him, confusion creeping onto her face. “Oh? The authorities actually found out about all of my side hobbies?” She questioned, tilting her head to the left a little. 

Alastor turned to face the sidewalk, offering her his arm. “Of course! Join me on an outing and I shall tell you everything you wish to know about the results of your death.” He suggested, causing Buné to nod and take his arm as they began to walk down the sidewalk. Truly a start of a new friendship, one that could possibly shake this entire city of Hell, causing trouble like never before. ───────── ∘°𖤐°∘ ─────────

Thank you for reading the prologue! This is just a small project I'm working on, I have many drawings of her if you guys would like to see! My AO3 is swayingluv, it is also posted on there :)

Please don't be harsh, this is my first time writing anything and posting it! If people like this I might try to update more often. Thank you for your time, have a wonderful day/night <3

[kotamagic]

Mid-season finale is here and another hiatus is kicking in for Lore Olympus. Gahdamn.....what a doozy...

Let's start with Kassandra's prophesy. Psyche & Eros got it out of her with....a magic pink candle?.... and realized Apollo's plan to poison Zeus. They reach out to Zeus as fast as they can, but are they in time?

This bit here may seem a bit thrown in edge-wise, but it is something that Hades should know since they have been on/off dealing with the Kronos problem.

It's also good to see that they are still communicating with one another. They've had hiccups, to be sure, especially with Zeus giving birth to Dionysos, but Zeus isn't forcing secrecy here, so Persephone can be open about what's going on with Hera.

It's the ceremony on the eve of spring. Persephone is here to do her thing while Demeter & Hades look on. At first, there's an uncomfortable silence between them, and then Hades does this.

Despite all the animosity between them, Hades offers an olive branch. I mean, it's in the form of volcanoes, but you get the idea.

So the reason Hades resisted giving up the volcanoes is because they were a gift from his mom. Since volcanoes start underground (in the Underworld, one might say) and reach into the Mortal plain, it was a connection Hades was reluctant to give up.

Maybe, in an odd way, by offering this "connection" Hades is asking that they actively work to improve their relationship together. Just a theory.

Can I just say that Persephone looks lovely, yet sad here?

Something has gone horribly wrong! It's supposed to be spring, yet there's snow on the ground!

Also of note, the leaves in Persephone's hair look faded or frosted. They are usually vibrant green, but that's not the case here.

Oh shit! The God that Apollo has been talking to has been guiding him to usurp Zeus. Apollo extracted the needed prophesy from Kassandra. He got the herb...

....and gave it to Zeus. Eros and Psyche were too late. With help, Apollo seems to be taking over Olympus, and stealing Persephone's powers if the return of winter is any indication.

And who do we have to actively thank for Apollo's success?

Ouranos. Not grandpa Kronos, but great-grandpa Ouranos. This is going to end poorly......

And with that cliffhanger, Lore Olympus goes on hiatus again......

Anyway, thanks for coming to my LO post!

[stubblesandwich]

MORE of your house of colour ted talk please, that was really interesting to read!!

Oh my gosh, I'm so happy you enjoyed my mini TED Talk/crazy person rant in your tags. 

For those who don't know what the HECK I'm talking about, I reblogged this fantastic little gif set and went off in the tags about how lucky we all are that Colin O'Donoghue happens to be a winter. 

So for those unfamiliar, everyone fits into a color palette or season, according to House of Color, which came about in the eighties and is based on color theory. The idea is that based on your skin's undertone, hair color, and eye color, you fit into a "season" of color. You're a spring, autumn, summer, or winter. Spring and autumn are on the warm end of the color palettes, and summer and winter are the cooler seasons. Think warm oranges in fall and bright, sunny greens in spring. Bright blues and berry pinks for summer, harsher whites, blacks, blues for winter. Makes sense, doesn't it? (Honestly, it took me a long time to understand it all, but once I did, it kind of broke my brain and I can't unsee these things. 🙃)

Well, I make the case that sir Colin O'Donoghue, our dear Captain, is a winter. And we are so damn lucky that he is. Do you know why? Because winters are the only season who can truly pull off black. 😎 And true red, actually! Because of the high contrast between their features and their cool undertones, winters look amazing in high contrast, vibrant cool colors. Those colors don't wash them out like they would other seasons.

Let's get down to the photo evidence, shall we?

Here we see Colin in all his smirky glory.

Now, we all know what this man looks like, but let me point out the obvious. Dark hair, light eyes. The contrast between the two is high, allowing him to pull off a more high contrast color, such as black, white, and that vibrant blue at his collar. His skin has a cool undertone (which is a whole other thing but just trust me there for now). You can see a more pink look to his skin, instead of a warmer yellow undertone. It's easier to see on people with lighter skin, but you can also determine undertone on folks with darker skin. So, there you have all the makings of a true winter.

What does that mean, in terms of clothing and picking out colors that will complement your features? Let's look at some pictures of Colin NOT wearing colors in his winter palette and maybe you'll see what I'm talking about.

Now, you'll never see me on this website saying this man looks bad in these photos. Obviously you'd be hard pressed to make Colin look unhandsome in anything you put him in. But just take a look at him wearing this muted wine colored shirt. His features don't pop at all, like they normally do. It's doing nothing for him. He'd actually be better off just wearing that white undershirt, in terms of making his features pop. And then the photo with the beige on the right is just... I mean, we can all see that's not good, right? We can all see those colors are doing nothing for him? Winters and beige don't mix. Beige is on a winter's no-no list.

It was actually difficult to find photos of Colin not wearing colors in his season. He actually does pretty well for himself, in that regard. He generally wears cooler colors and a lot of black. Here's another photo example though of him in a warm, olive green. Does he look ugly? Absolutely not. Would this sweater look better on him in black, or almost any shade of cool blue? Absolutely.

The olive color washes him out, actually. Let's compare this to Colin in a bright white and dark blue, below.

See how his eyes pop, and his skin doesn't look so washed out? The olive green sweater seen above is a warm green, which would look fantastic on someone in the autumn season. On a winter, though, it just doesn't work as well. And because I love Colin in blue, here are some more examples of him wearing his colors well.

Now, you might be saying to yourself, "Tori, you silly goose. You're forgetting about the magic of lighting benefits, and also the magic of facial hair, which is basically makeup for men." Sure, I'll give you that. Most men look better with stubble or a light beard, and lighting helps. I take you now to my next example of Colin not in his best colors.

The white undershirt and the blue tie are great for Colin! The rust brown suit, however, makes me feel yucky inside. I keep using this phrase, but you can see how this color is just not doing the man any favors. It doesn't help bring any vibrancy to his features in any way. Let's compare these now to (the moment we've all been waiting for) Colin wearing black and see if we can tell a difference.

Do you see how his eyes look brighter, and his skin tone doesn't look so muted and washed out? The skin beneath his eyes isn't as shadowed, either. People generally look healthier when wearing the colors that suit them best. Now, add in Hook's eyeliner to make those blue eyes pop, and you've got some real magic.

Winters also look great in red. (Think of Monica Gellar, also a winter, in her signature red from Friends.) Let us not forget Killian's fan favorite "red vest of sex", as seen below. Someone in the costume department really knew what they were doing with Colin, it must be said.

It's also important that they had him wear silver jewelry, instead of gold, as silver goes better with cool undertones. And how fortunate are we that they cast a man who naturally looks so good in black? The whole "little black dress" as a closet staple for women simply doesn't work for so many of us who just don't look good in black. The only season that truly shines in black is the true winter. ✊🏻 More power to them.

TL;DR Colin looks fantastic in black, and there's a scientific reason for it. Emma didn't stand a chance against not falling for Killian Jones, and neither did we.

Thank you for attending my TED Talk.

[m4iya]

ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙ Matchup #7 Anon 777 ˙⋆✮ᐟ.ᝰ

It’s been a while since i’ve posted, so hello! And hello Anon 777, as you’ve requested to be called :3

I’ve decided to match you to Yamaguchi Tadashi!

Let’s begin with your personality: Reading this, I saw a few similarities between you two! As a first: Some of your likings that some of your peers may not understand. I know I may not be making much sense here, but the two of you might initially bond over struggling to fit in with crowds/making new friends. Since we know how much he’s struggled as a kid, being picked on for his appearance and whatnot, the two of you might be able to connect on a level where a mutual understanding of each other grows.

The reason why I specify not to include a physical description is because it usually affects my choice and makes it a little biased. In this case however, I read the rest of your matchup, taking your appearance into consideration after I had matched you. So this once, I’ll be including it in my ‘analysis’ or whatever you want to call it!

Some people say that friends and those who are close tend to look similar, and I think the neutral tones in your shared colour palette fits the mould i was thinking of (especially since you said you have freckles) I don’t want to spend too much time on the physical descriptions, so i’ll leave that for the aesthetics and pictures at the end.

I’m not exactly sure, but I know some girls who like to be very girly, not like a Barbie doll, but they like pinks, soft designs, delicate things, some of the general things you imagine when you think ‘girly’. I might be wrong, but I kind of got this vibe from you! Not the petit, coquette kind, but the cottage core, soft spoken kind.

And when I think of Yamaguchi, I also think of that type of girl. He’s not exactly the big and buff type, but I can see him as a type of person who’d want to ‘protect’ someone he’s close with? I don’t know if you got all that but I hope it didn’t come off as weird :c

Here’s a scenario I can imagine! maybe it’ll communicate what I tried to say above.

Stepping outside the door to your house, a picnic basket gripped in one hand while the other locked the door.

A ring sounded from your phone, and you held it up to your ear.

“I’m outside now, where are we meeting?”

Following the location sent to your number, it'd be a short walk from your house. After the two of you discussed an outing yesterday, he continuously asked to meet you at the door to your home and walk with you, holding the basket of food. Though, you insisted that you'd be fine on your own.

You knew how he felt; always doing the most to make sure you. weren’t having trouble with anything he could help with. School bag? He’d offer to carry it. Forget your mechanical pencil? No worries, he carries a spare. Convenience store? He’d pay, and when he did, he carried the bag. You couldn’t help but break out into a smile each time he was there for you, knowing how much he cared.

Stepping into the vibrant field, you took notice of the various kinds of flowers sprouting out in between the blades of grass, sprinkled all over the tops of shrubs. Just when you were about to reach into your pocket to notify Yamaguchi that you’d arrived, a panicked voice rose from behind.

“Sorry I’m late!” He panted, hands on his kneecaps as he paused to catch his breath. “Did you wait long?”

“Nope. I just got here.”

Laying the picnic blanket on the grass, you brought out each item, explaining what they were as he watched in awe.

“You made all of this?” His eyes were wide with surprise.

A giggle escaped your lips. “Yeah!”

The two of you snacked on some sandwiches and light sweets, occasionally feeding each other a bite. He’d reach out and wipe your cheek with a napkin if sauce or frosting happened to reach there, and you’d put something new in his plate whenever he finished what he was eating, until he genuinely insisted that he was about to fall into a ‘food coma’.

“They’re just snacks though!”

“They turn into meals once you eat enough..” He groaned, hand on his belly.

After a few sips of water and iced tea, the remainders of the picnic were placed into plastic containers including some that he could take home to his family. This time, he let you carry the basket as the two of you took a stroll through the park.

“This really is a beautiful park.” The flourishing greenery carried your gaze around, pausing occasionally to snap a photo.

“Right?”

Yamaguchi bent down in front of him, picking a daisy from a bunch. Twisting it around in between his forefinger and thumb, he turned his attention to you.

“You remind me of this flower..” A coy smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Bright and happy..” Your gaze fluttered to his cheeks, painted with pink. “Yet refined and pronounced.”

Ignoring the warmth tingling your face, you chuckled. “Is that a compliment?”

His hand reached forward, tucking the flower behind your ear before cupping your cheek.

“What else would it be?”

1st pic: Picnic aesthetics, 2nd pic: a photo the two of you might take, 3rd pic: the vibes i get from you

[bizarrelittlemew]

sending a message of solidarity re: OFMD S2's colorgrading. i'm doing video edits (rather than gifs) and good god is it a nightmare. i'm doing self-taught color correction bc you literally cannot see a thing. who did they put in charge of this? 😔

YES what is up with that, it is so dark! and i know it's likely conscious artistic choices but you'll have episodes like E4 that are super red/yellow, and like E7 that's really green/cyan, and you can probably read a lot into those choices but for editing it just adds a lot of work lmao

the giant LED screen with vibrant blue skies (or pink in case of S2E2) is not my best friend either because they end up being backlit a lot but at least it's LIGHT

[magnoliaroad]

Royal Luxe Birthstone Calicos

Glitter catz....because why not?  Read on for more pictures and thoughts!

When I first started this project, I didn’t originally set out to make all twelve birthstones.  The original concept was to make “luxury” catz based off of materials often associated with luxury decor or jewelry:  abstract alcohol ink paintings, geodes, crystals, gemstones, marble textures, gold foil, etc.  As the project ventured into gemstone territory it sparked the idea to do the rest of the birthstone calendar.

Carmin was made after I made the ruby birthstone.  With ruby and garnet being so similar, it was tricky to make the garnet texture look a bit different from Ruby.  If you look closely there’s a hint more “pink/magenta” to it than the ruby one.

More purple catz.  I think I have the purple color down pat now.  

I’ve been working on a set of “snow/ice” textures and ended up pulling from that collection to make this aquamarine birthstone.

I knew diamond was going to be a challenge.  This was as good as I could get it.  

Emeralds have never really been a favorite gemstone of mine but Emily has made them grow on me a little bit.

June has 3 official birthstones: pearl, moonstone, and alexandrite.  Having failed to achieve pearl and moonstone, I went with alexandrite.  I named her Alexandra. *slow clap*

This one came along without much difficulty.  The petz palette seems to be fairly forgiving of reds.

Sincerest apologies to my fellow August-born comrades - the petz palette hates green.  I really seem to struggle more with greens than with purples - which is weird when you consider that the petz palette has more greens to work with than purple. 

Didn’t have too much trouble with this one but blues can still be tricky as they can come out more “vibrant” than intended.

Went for a blush / pink quartz look here.

My only lingering critique with November is that there isn’t that much of a difference between the orange textures. I just didn’t want anything to be too yellow or too brown.  

This one is a little different than the others in that it doesn’t use the gold glitter texture that the other ones have.  It resulted in a more matte but metallic look that worked well with turquoise.

I don’t know if anyone else grew up reading the children’s book series “The Jewel Kingdom” by Jahnna N. Malcolm but these four birthstones in particular were named after the jewel princesses, Roxanne, Sabrina, Emily, and Demetra.

These last two are not part of the birthstone calendar but are part of the original "luxury" concept. This pink one was actually the first one I made in this whole collection.  

Same thing here - another one I made before I turned this into a birthstone project.  I was going for a luxury marble look.

That’s it for now.  I was going to try to include some gifs because you really can’t appreciate the glitter effect of these textures without seeing them in motion.  However, I struggled to capture any and in any case, this ended up being quite a vertical blog as it is.    

As always, thanks for stopping by!

[nohiketoosmall]

Ranking Plush Wild Republic Rattlesnakes

Part 1: Ranking Plush Anacondas

Part 2: Ranking Plush Cobras

Part 3a: Ranking Plush Rattlesnakes

The photo limit for posting is 30 photos and Wild Republic was fully taking up 1/3 of the list so I moved the brand as a whole to their own post. Some listings are labeled as K&M International, which seems to be their former name.

I looked through my stuffed animals and I have one WR stuffed animal I could find, a giraffe from Lincoln Park Zoo's adopt an animal program I got for Xmas from my partner. Wild Republic partners with multiple organizations including the Audubon Society, which I talked about a little in my Anaconda post, and also the WAZA (World Association of Zoos and Aquariums), hence why you'll find their plushies in zoos.

Personally, their snakes are very hit-or-miss for me, although I should note they seem to have different price points so some are naturally higher quality than others. They've been around since 1979 but according to their own website boomed in popularity in 1999. Since then, they seem to have introduced and discontinued many stuffed animals, hence why they appear so many times on the ranking lists.

Super Jumbo Western Diamondback by Wild Republic (1)

113in

7/10 This rattlesnake is fine, but doesn't hold up next to Rambo IMO. There is also a 70in version on the WR website and I think they use the exact same fabric patterns, which is why the "jumbo" version has such small triangles. I couldn't find confirmation it has a rattle. IMO if I'm going to get a rattlesnake plush it should have a rattle, but I won't take off a point for that in the rankings because I don't think I'll be able to confirm that for most. But in my heart this is a 6/10.

Green Rock Rattlesnake by Wild Republic (2)

54in

8/10 Okay, I have to admit, I don't like the physical design of this snake very much. But I had to give it extra points for the audacity of including such a specific species of rattlesnake. I didn't know of this rattlesnake, but it is also called the banded rattlesnake and can come in a variety of colors including apparently gray, pink(ish), blue, and white. None of them are as vibrant as the green of this stuffed animal. They used this as an opportunity to make a blue version as well (this one listed at 70in):

On the topic of product descriptions, the Wild Republic website describes the green snake like this:

Long, lean, mean and green

I'm not a fan.

Green Rock Rattlesnake Toy by Wild Republic (3) via stuffedwithplushtoys

54in

2/10 I will give this snake props for... being unique, and having a rattle. But, seeing the fact this appears to no longer be sold on the Wild Republic website, I think its obvious why this was not successful. (At least stuffedwithplushtoys put nice facts about snakes in the product description)

his one seems to also have a blue type, although I only found this one picture:

Timber Rattlesnake by Wild Republic (4)

54in

7/10 I think that this uses the same sewing pattern as the other Wild Republic rattlesnakes. The website boldly proclaims this a "lifelike stuffed version" which I find extremely funny given they chose to make this snake bright magenta. But I found it so funny I ended up really liking her, she's iconic. In case you're wondering, real Timber Rattlesnakes are brown.

Twin Spotte Snake by Wild Republic (5)

70in

3/10 It doesn't look like this particular entry was proofread before being posted. The twin-spotted rattlesnake is indeed a species, and can be a kind of greyish blue. I don't rank this low because I dislike the bright blue- I just ranked the magenta timber rattler higher- I just don't like the pattern. Looking at the other WR rattlers, this one is so far off, it doesn't even look inspired by the twin-spotted? It looks like a burmese python pattern in blue. If you know the Deep History of my blog you know that I once had a dream featuring an electric blue burmese python, so we can only hope they use this fabric for a python in future posts.

I found a very similarly patterned snake that seems to be exclusive to Saint Louis Zoo, which I didn't fit into the other post because of length constraints, plus because it is so simimlar to the above plushie. The seller did not include any tags, although there don't seem to be any visible anyways, and the snake is not sold online. I assume it was custom ordered from one of the many plush companies I've been looking at in these posts, though.

Foilkins Rattlesnake by Wild Republic (6)

54in

7/10 This snake isn't really "my thing" but I have to admit, it is very cute regardless. It doesn't seem that huggable due to the material, but thats kind of the whole gimmick with the foilkins. I will accept that this one is not for me, but is good. I'm also gonna tuck this other foilkins rattlesnake in this section, it's clearly a rattlesnake but wasn't tagged as such:

Colorful Snake by Wild Republic (7)

54in

7/10 I thought I was finally free from Wild Republic when I found an e-bay listing showing the full body of this snake. It's listed as "Colorful snake" and not tagged rattlesnake on the WR site, and the fully body isn't visible so I'd written it off as a non-rattler. I guess this is very loosely a "horned rattlesnake" with a wacky pattern, but I'm ranking it highly because I think its a fun artistic direction.

Tribal Orange Snake by Wild Republic (8)

54in

0/10 I realized I had missed this one while looking through the "snakes" catalog. I'm ranking this one 0 because I'm not a fan of companies using the word "tribal" for any pattern, its just meaningless. Plus its just a little busy- I prefer the other colorful orange one.

2010 Purple Rattlesnake by Wild Republic (9) via ebay

50in

6/10 e-bay continues to taunt me by suggesting new Wild Republic Rattlesnake Plushes. I don't like this one very much and I wasn't sure if I should include it because its really just a snake with a rattlesnake tail, and because there are so many other WR plushies on this post, but it does look very soft. A different ebay seller seemed to have labeled this (or a very similar purple snake) as "Rainforest Cafe" so it may have been produced for them.

Patchwork Rattlesnake by Wild Republic (10) via ebay

70in

7/10 Like some of the others, I like this brightly colored one for its creative take on the patterns of a rattlesnake. This does mean fully 1/3 of this list is WR, but what can I say, they love rattlesnakes.

Blue Rock Rattlesnake by Wild Republic (11) via ebay

55in

4/10 I think this is meant to be a different version of the twin spotted rattlesnake, but this ebay listing was the only place I found this snake- they didn't even include a picture of the tag, so I can't confirm 100% this is WR, but it looks like their work. I just think the pattern and color choices on this one are kind of ugly. (The threads around the rattle are loose, hence why it has no detail).

Red Green Snake by Wild Republic

54in

8/10 This is the first unique shape and style from WR we've seen in a while! I like the face, its cute, and I like the creative patterns. The above photo is from ebay, but I did confirm that this snake is still sold on the WR website- the preview image on their site doesn't show the tail, and it's not tagged rattlesnake.

Plush Diamondback Rattlesnake by K&M International / Wild Republic via ebay

53in

4/10, this is a perfectly fine rattlesnake, although I don't like how the diamonds are not neatly centered. The most interesting thing about this one is the age- the ebay listing states this is from 1998, but not the manufacturer. The tag was very damaged but did say "1998 K", and as you may recalled K&M International did not rebrand to Wild Republic until 1999. I then found a listing with the same type with a better-looking tag, confirming the manu.

That's all the Wild Republic rattlesnakes so far! (not sponsored ofc, the other post has the other brands, again these just didn't fit!) Don't forget to read the post with the other rattlers!!

[xoteajays]

I know that I never hit you hard enough for you to forget how to count now.. I know that for a fact. So you can't actually blame that on me.

So how is the show? What do you think of the show now? Tell me! I'm wanting to know. I have questions. So tell me what you think about it.

~

Exactly! That seemed out of character for the Mighty Warriors. And.. I know. That could've just been aesthetic for the music video. But if it's supposed to be an epilogue where Warriors do become Kuryu, then it confuses me that you would give them any weapons though. Like the old Kuryu, like Ryu, uses weapons. But none of the Warriors ever did.

And don't get me wrong. An attractive man in a suit is attractive... But they've never worn suits before with the exception of Ryu. Ryu's style was always more 'professional' compared to the style any Warriors do wear, and he always only ever wore black clothes. Nothing that was in a flashy vibrant style like everyone else in Warriors, mainly streetwear clothes rather than suits. With colors. The complete opposite to Ryu.

If Ryu's the new leader of Kuryu, I don't see him backing down from a fight with anyone.. Especially not from any 'street trash' like the Rude Boys. He'd rather die than not kill them if given the chance to. And so many characters like Nikaido are completely bitches who can't fight.

~

Strawberry Girls are stupid! If the girls do not know basic information about men, their personalities, their styles, or anything. Then this just so happens to be why they're single. Because they're so stupid to me.

The only way that Rocky could prevent Kizzy from cutting off his limb would be because women wouldn't want to be around a man, without his limbs. That's the only reason why they never cut off his hands too.

And they make sure there is always duplicate keys around just in case the situation calls for it. Because that would be bad if you lost the key at all. So the senior Rascals always have a key for this whole situation.

I don't know how insane Kato might be. And we know that Sakyo and Ukyo might be insane in a violent way, to some extent, but never on a same level as Hyuga is. And if they know how insane Hyuga is.. Now I am actually imagining how the Daruma newbies find out that Hyuga's family was one of the original families in Kuryu. How'd they act then.

~

So I might've figured out the fucking recipes for the cocktails that are in Club Heaven! And we were both right too.. Seriously. That's not any joke either. The menu I sent you from the High&Low festivals, back in the time when people celebrated the franchise for coming out then.

It lists the flavor for the White Rascals as a calpico. So I've researched calpico... A milky type of drink that comes in five flavors - the original, lychee, white peach, strawberry and mango flavors. And even certain flavors like original, lychee and peach are white colored. Strawberry is pink colored. And mango is orange colored. So now, I'm imaging their signature drink would be with the calpico as the very main ingredient.

They would use every flavor. But original, lychee and white peach end up being the main flavors.. Because white colors for White Rascals.

And! Despite calpico not being an alcoholic drink, that is frequently in alcoholic drinks in Asian (especially Japan). But, of course, one of the liqueurs that mix it with is vodka. And if you do look up some of those drinks.. Those drinks look like the Rascals drinks in different glasses.

~

So apparently some of my bands updated their appearances for their new albums. Apparently I can't look at pretty Asian men respectfully... My staring is somewhere in between respectfully and disrespectfully.

~

You said fifth time? Definitely more than five characters for me.

The only exception to a mafioso who wasn't abused might have really been Vincenzo. Like.. I'm not saying his past wasn't said. But he never was abused by his father. That's all I will say about his character.

Like the Shelby family (from Peaky Blinders) came from very abusive families. Rocky counts.. If though Rocky isn't technically a mafioso in the traditional sense. He's a gang leader who had an abusive father so that led to his mother and sister committing suicide. And others too.

Obviously. I know. Criminals become criminals because of the past in their lives.. But still though. Have criminals come from normal pasts - in the same way criminals also come from abusive pasts too. Do both equally. Because having an unsuspecting antagonist is so interesting. But, then again, you just might not emphasize with any of them then.

it’s so long! it’s like watching a movie every episode. i’m still neither here or there on it, but i do like vincenzo himself as a character. also i thought the flick scene was cute, stealing that idea for my daydreaming.

~

it kinda sucks to slip the warriors into kuryu aesthetics because it was interesting to have ryu among the warriors because he was so un-warrior-ish. he’s like, a rich kid! he wears fancy clothes! ans uses weapons! he’s the literal black sheep in the warriors. so he stands out when with the warriors. but then they crammed the warriors all into the kuryu fashion and it’s. wrong.

put the warriors back in their colours! and their cool streetwear! ryu can be the one in his fancy high fashion clothes. it’s about the duality!

i think it’d embarrass ryu to be beaten by the rude boys. so it should absolutely happen. one of the rude boys deserves to knock him on his ass.

~

i’m imagining rocky just trying to convince one of the golden bomber/smg guys to give him the spare key and kizzy being there like ‘don’t you dare give him the key’ because she’s trying to get something from him while he’s trapped. on one hand, rocky’s his boss. on the other, kizzy will make his life hell for defying her. lose lose situation.

~

oh! calpico! i’ve had calpico before. i could see that being made into an alcoholic drink. looks there are a lot of ones online, ones with like gin, vodka or sake. idk what alcohols are popular in japan.

i think i’d prefer the strawberry flavour tbh, even tho it’s not white. i’m not a big fan of lychee, i don’t mind peach tho.

~

it’s definitely a favourite backstory for writing characters you need to feel some kind of empathy for. like time to make you feel bad for this character! flip a coin, is it going to be abuse or dead family?

gotta find some new material for sad backstories.

[timebeingtarot]

Hello there! :) How are you doing? I hope your week's going well so far. I've read your post on free readings and was wondering if I could please request for one if you're okay with it?

Question: What will my future spouse adore about me the most?

Thank you so much! Hope you have a nice day! 💕

- M.I. 🌼

when I look at these cards, the first thing I notice is the balance between energies in these cards. most obviously, one is upright and one is in reverse, so they are in physical opposition to each other. the color tones are also in opposition, with the chariot featuring cooler, deeper tones, versus the vibrant pinks, yellow, and sky blue of the princess of swords. the chariot is a card I associate with a more masculine energy in general understanding, and the princess of swords a more feminine one, but I would argue that in this specific deck the cards rely on this dichotomy less often and more frequently represent a more gender ambiguous or fluid approach to these cards, so I'm not certain I feel this dichotomy is relevant. the chariot imagery depicts a calm serenity, while the the princess of swords has a more active stance. all of this is to say, that your partner will appreciate the balance you bring. this could mean that you as a person are very balanced, that you have an appreciation for many viewpoints and interests, that you can bring a lot of energy when needed, but you can also be a stable support when needed. however, the balance could also be referring to your relationship with each other, that you are perhaps very different from each other on the surface, but share certain key values and factors that help solidify your strong bond and connection.

in my opinion, I think the second option I stated above is more likely the case. the reason I think this is because the two cards here on their surface look very different, but when you examine them further you start to understand their connection and what they share within. while the charioteer looks serene, it is because he has faith in the tools at his disposal to achieve his cause. this represents a person who is committed to charging ahead, who has strong self esteem, who is ambitious and open to challenges. this does not mean they are necessarily aggressive, but they are committed. the princess of swords is a card that I associate with wit and drive. similar to the last card, I also see ambition here. perhaps that is what draws you together. sometimes we say that the princess card is less experienced, but in my opinion the chariot is a card I often associate with adolescent tendencies, so I think this is not a sign of immaturity on either part, but more of a sign that you only at the beginning of your journey, you have so much more life to go and you are both invested in your own futures. on the more negative end, the chariot can sometimes present by being overbearing, inconsiderate, and may hyperfocus on one area of their life and neglect others. with the princess of swords, this person may be condescending, defensive, or cold at times. they may use logic as a defense against emotions they are not ready to deal with. these are areas that you may need to pay special attention to in your partnership with each other.

what I think this means for your question? your partner is going to love how deep of a connection you have. you are going to connect on a level where the really important parts of each of you just work well together, and it will feel stable and rooted. you will know you are with this person when you feel like you are safe to express your feelings without being punished or shutdown, and that you have faith that your partner will be responsive to your needs because they have shown you that over time. you will support each other in going after your passions, and they will admire how driven you are because it is something that they value as well. they will not like you in spite of the things you are nerdy or excited about, they will appreciate how invested you get in things. basically, they will like that you are both passionate people who are willing to follow their own path.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

I don’t know who the anon is that’s trying to woo Shadow, but I just want to say I’m rooting for them.

Either way, if it works out or goes wrong, it’s bound to be at least somewhat entertaining (albeit, I may have a bit of a different definition of entertaining than most people)

Also, because I’m too lazy to send another ask after this (and also fear of forgetting what I was gonna say), again regarding the wings, do Falkry have different plumages? As in like colors of wings? Like eagle colors or dove white or vibrant pink (pretty sure it exists somewhere out there with birds)? Wait are wings used when doing dating stuff for them, like, uh, getting a partner (god that sounds so weird/wrong to say, hope I’m not overstepping by asking that; feel free not to answer that one)? I have so many more questions now (in a good way) about the intricacies (aside from wings and, uh, the other thing) of them.

Anyways, hope you’re having a good day/night, taking care of yourself, staying hydrated and all that jazz :)

Again, other anon, I’m rooting for you (also preparing funeral rites just in case)

-idk

I'm rooting for the Shadow-woo-ing anon too -- wishing good luck on their survival! (But I agree with you, it will be rather entertaining no matter which way the situation goes, even if Shadow DOES end up murdering them. Best to get the funeral plans ready in advance, like you said!)

Now on to answering your main questions. Yes, Falkry have a multitude of feather colors and patterns their wings come in! (usually unique to each individual person, like fingerprints) But none of them are super colorful like tropical birds though (but there IS a separate species of (now-extinct) Falkry I'm in the process of making that all have colorful feathers only with no dull ones (think parrot colors), as well as having different wing shapes and features than typical Falkry to exist in a more tropical environment)

The colors of your average Falkry's wings vary greatly, but usually have very earthy base colors. They can be either one straight pure color, or be a mix of colors, typically ranging in the browns/grays/silvers/blacks/orange/blonde ranges. Solid white wings like Shadow's are the rarest occurring color.

Many Falkry have patterned wings like natural birds that include spots, splotches, spatters, mottling, or barring (like most hawks have barred feathers, for example) so Falkry with brown wings might have black stripes on their feathers, or multi-colored feathers mixed in. Falkry can also have wings that looked "dipped" in color -- like white wings with black tips. Typically, most Falkry have lighter underwing colors and darker top feathers, as you can see in the example pictures at the bottom of this post which hopefully give you some ideas of what Fallry wings look like in general (not my art, credit goes to someone else -- I can't remember the artist's name)

----Now, on to dating. You guessed correctly! A Falkry's wings are used in courtship in a variety of way, primarily body language & communication. It gives them a wider range of 'nonverbal talking' than you would find in the human world, which often means that their relationships are stronger with less miscommunication since everyone can be read like an open book.

Also, 'divorce' isn't really a thing in Falkradia. It's a foreign concept, because Falkry work very well together and bond for life. They tend to be a very peaceful & nonviolent race, unlike humans (Shadow is a rare exception, since violence is her first resort for resolving conflicts -- most Falkry are wary and cautious but remain passive)

But anyway, on to the foundational communication part of things. Falkry wings can be very expressive of one's emotions. Wings that are held high and drawn back indicate a confident, alert posture, whereas wings that are drawn tightly close to a Falkry's body signifies anxiety and nervousness, because they are subconsciously trying to 'hide' behind their wings. Drooping/dragging wings can be a sign of depression, sadness, being gloomy, or just plain exhaustion/sleepiness. Constantly twitchy wings shows excitement and restlessness.

Here's a guide to basic Falkry wing-related communication and social patterns when more than one person are involved:::

If one Falkry lightly brushes the tip of their wing with someone else's, it's a "hello!" sort of gesture with friendly intentions, introductory to conversation. Just like a human might come up and pat another human on the back of the shoulder to say "hi!" right before beginning a conversation.

If a Falkry walks up and places most of their wing overtop another person's (partially wrapped around their back), it's meant to be comforting/reassuring, and is also a sign of affection, showing that they care about someone's feeling and are there to support them. The Falkry equivalent of a human putting their arm over someone's shoulders and telling them it's all right.

During a conversation, wings slightly flaring to the sides indicates shock or surprise, sort of in a "No way, for real?" kind of way, often accompanied by taking a dramatic/exaggerated half-step backwards.

If a Falkry lightly smacks someone with their wing, it is usually a playful, affectionate gesture, the same as a human slapping someone on the back while laughing their head off at a funny joke. Often seen in tightly-knit social groups among close friends -- but it's rude to bump someone you don't know very well with your wing, and can be seen as offensive or careless/clumsy.

If the wing twitches or the tip flicks subtly to the side, it means the Falkry is annoyed or irritated (frequently seen in Shadow's body language throughout my books because she is almost always annoyed by human interaction). But it can also be a quirk or a tell that a Falkry is lying, though it's a rarer meaning.

Flinging wings nearly straight up into the air is always an offensive gesture, no matter the context -- it's meant to be prideful and arrogant and is showing-off someone's wings colors or muscles, the equivalent of a human flexing to impress an audience. It's looked down on in society as incredibly rude, since respect and humbleness is highly valued in Falkry culture.

Wings can also be used to make gestures just like human hands -- if a Falkry's hands are occupied or they are carrying something heavy, they might point their wingtip in a direction instead to communicate. Or even just out of habit.

Wings will also often completely wrap around someone during hugs -- one Falkry holds their wings close, usually the one feeling sad or down, and the other Falkry totally wraps their wings and cocoons them in a show of intimate comfort and protection.

Also, a bit off-topic, but one of the pictures also shows the different growth stages a Fallry goes through (again, NOT MY ART)

[a-bit-of-ovipets]

The Looks and Names of My Ovipets (pt. 1)

This part is going to be all of the Lupus's I've adopted. It will include a picture of them, their name, and possibly a small thing about them.

Thank you for reading.

This part has 29 pets.

This is Hydrao. I wanted to name her Hydro but make it look more interesting, because she looks interesting.

Buggy is one of the first female Lupus that I got. I like the lighter pink with the dark blue.

Now we have Posey, named that because I thought she looked a bit like an Opossum.

This is Sandovan. She came with her name, and is one of my favorite pets.

This is Stella. I don't really have much to say about her, honestly.

Now Caremel on the other hand, she's a double pure, being pure white and pure bronze. Yes, I know her name is spelled weird, I feel like it adds to her charm though.

This is Gyaru. She was adopted to be a part of an experiment which I ended up dropping. She's named after a type of street fashion.

And this is Butter. I'm not the best with names and she looks like butter to me.

Zest was also adopted for the dropped experiment. I like the way her purple contrasts with her orange.

Splotch is yet another dropped experiment adopt. She's trans colors and I love her very much.

And another from the dropped experiment with Kaira. I just think she looks pretty, and I like how her wings and spine ridge match.

The experiment went on for a bit. This is Rora. I love the contrast of the purple and green, since those are my favorite colors.

Next is Traya, who I believe was also a part of the experiment.

And for the last female, we have the first female I adopted, Crumble. She's where my love for the hades set started.

And now we move on to the males, starting with Night. He looks so fluffy, and like he would smell nice.

Mushy is also a top pick of my pets. He has a perfect mushroom aesthetic.

And we're back to the experiment pets with Seaglitch. I love his mutations and his colors so much.

Another very soft looking pet in Haikuu. He's named partially after the volleyball anime, and partially after the type of poem. I love his colors. He is also from the dropped experiment.

This edgy dude is Vaya. His sharp blue eyes look so cool.

And now we have Alien. He was also from the experiment, because I loved his vibrant green, and the light yellow.

This is Clown. He is very, very vibrant and colorful. He was a part of the experiment. I love him a lot.

This is actually the most recent Lupus I adopted. His name is Jettsy. He's both soft and edgy, in both his mutations and his colors, and I love that.

And now we have Scott. That's really all there is to him.

Monarch is the exact opposite. He's fluffy, he has huge wings, and I love him.

This is Dragonfly. He is yet another pet from the Experiment. His bright orange and pink with the black is very Halloween which is my favorite holiday.

This is Viola. He's the last of the experiment pets. He's named after the purple seelie pet in Genshin Impact.

This is Jack. He's named that because he reminded me of some of my old irl pets, and one of them was a jack rustle, even though he doesn't look like one.

This very soft boy is a. Just a lower case a. He came with the name and I found it hilarious so I kept it.

And lastly, we have the very first pet I adopted. His name is Stel. Honestly I don't care about him very much, but he was were I started from and so I love him for that.

[robertogreco]

This was one of my final posts on the watch forum, made sometime in October 2022.

Cosplaying the Present: On the Genres of Cosplay and the Genre I Choose

From Jack Forster's "Cosplay, Being James Bond, And A Theory Of Watch Collecting: Cyberpunk godfather William Gibson, and being James Bond – or his boss“ (2021):

Watches can let us cosplay, not just as real-world professionals we admire, but as fictional characters we like, too.

For an explanation about what cosplay is, if you don’t already know, Jack’s essay has you covered. The rest below will make more sense if that word means something to you. Jack also references the tending of watches as “The Tamagotchi Gesture,” which comes from Gibson’s “My Obsession,” that essay I like to point to frequently as “William Gibson’s Watch Education.” But I want to stick to cosplay in this post and I will reference another Gibson idea further along.

Even though my one watch doesn’t necessarily fill the bill, I have a general preference for watches that are rooted in the present looking forward as opposed to those fully in the past (most vintage watches), looking to the past (vintage influenced designs, like the BB58 and others even more so), or way out there scifi stuff (Urwerk and the likes). That’s why I like what I call a “flat matte aesthetic” with its unfaded (faux or otherwise) colors, often vibrant, like the Nomos Club Campus in pink or the newest Fortis Stratoliner. [See below for an image of this watch and for all the watches mentioned in this remainder of this paragraph.] It’s why I like titanium watches and watches that use materials other than the more usual suspects (steel, gold, bronze, platinum, brass), many of these have that flat matte aesthetic too, like the Hermès H08, RZE watches, the Oris ProPilot X Calibre 400, Boldr watches, etc. Those first three get into “Hybrids and Blurred Lines,” that breaking of watch categories of the past by mixing things together and inventing new types even if poorly labeled. This is another glance into the future.

All of the above makes it unsurprising that I posted the F.P.Journe élégante in Titalyt (also the first photo at beginning of this post) as my “grail” today. In the case of that watch, it’s not just the category blurring, the materials, and the aesthetic (to a lesser extent than the others, but, oh, the radial numerals, I am such a sucker for those <3), but especially the internals that are very much of the day and looking forward. Go read or watch something about that quartz movement if you haven’t already. Yeah, I suppose an Apple Watch Ultra is the epitome of these ideas, but many of you all don’t even consider it a watch and I have another reason why not below, and besides I could do this. [Zooms out from the image above to the original that I cropped.]

I bet a lot of this has to do with my preferences in literature, film, and television. I am much more likely to be interested in something that is contemporary than something that is historical fiction or very future-y scifi. I like all of those things as well, but nearest future scifi is of particular interest, especially stuff like the William Gibson writing from the last couple of decades that has led to him talking about his form of scifi as being rooted in the present, that whole “The future is already here. It’s just not evenly distributed yet.”

Tim Maughan’s Infinite Detail is a similar type of science fiction.

The world of Infinite Detail is a small step shy of our own: utterly dependent on technology, constantly brokering autonomy and privacy for comfort and convenience. With Infinite Detail, Tim Maughan makes the hitherto-unimaginable come true: the End of the Internet, the End of the World as We Know It.

I read Infinite Detail before I was interested in watches. As I was writing this I wondered if there are watches in it because it would make so much sense if there were, but I searched an EPUB of the book and I didn’t see any, only two references to clocks and only one of those was specific about what kind: “And the clock on the microwave is just flashing zeroes. I think we had a power outage.” Missed opportunity!

So, when I think about the watches that I most want to wear, I think I am cosplaying a future that is already here and cosplaying as an extra in that future, not the main character, and not someone with a particular trade or profession, but someone with great taste. :) There might be a hint of dystopia in there too because otherwise why not Apple Watch?

If your watch is a matter of cosplay – and it is for nearly every one of us, few exceptions, don’t be embarrassed – what genre are you playing in if you care to admit it? And what character? It might be that it’s a version of yourself that is pulled to the past or somewhere / sometime else?

The following images were part of a slideshow with the image at the top of the post.

[alifurt]

Dozen Dog Summer

That's right. We are going to have a dozen dog summer. What does that mean? Dottie had 10 adorable and healthy little pups. They are now a week old and have fully captured our hearts.

Before I dive into birthday details I wanted to start with a few fun facts, really for my own future reference because being able to look back on Tippy's pregnancy was super helpful, and I wish I had documented a little more detail to jog my memory... although I didn't know for sure we'd want to raise puppies again.

So some fun stats... just in case we do this again...

Dottie's waist went from her first measurement (about 2 weeks in when I thought to measure) of 22" to 31". I am pretty sure she had a few more inches the final day because she got super big, but I didn't end up measuring her.

Dottie's first signs of pregnancy were loss of appetite then on day 5 she had some spotting. Her eating habits remained very spotty during pregnancy and she went from her normal two meals a day to one meal before bed, if that. She started showing very obvious changes in her body pretty close to halfway through her pregnancy but I was very hesitant to confirm since we didn't have a doppler to hear heartbeats like Tippy's pregnancy.

Puppies could first be felt slightly around 40-50 days gestation and she really started to get big and visibly uncomfortable at 55 days.

So with that, let's go back to the beginning of their birthday last Monday.

It all started on a normal Monday, the 5th of June. As the clock struck midnight, Tyler and I were getting ourselves tucked into bed and part of that process included taking Dottie's body temperature. It had regularly been tracked after day 50 at about around 100.5 - 101.6 degrees but tonight it registered at 99.6 degrees, a sign that something extraordinary was about to happen. By 8 am, she began digging, preparing a "cozy" spot for her imminent arrivals.

At 3 pm, right before heading to school to pick up the kids and their friends who were coming over for a planned playdate, the first signs of labor emerged as it appeared that contractions began and Dottie could not get comfortable. While walking home, Tyler texted saying I should probably hurry a bit as he didn't want to be the one helping Dottie, if necessary. I suggested to the kids that we pick up the pace and I could see questions in Viv's eyes. I kept it pretty vague but Vivian asked "Has Dottie's temperature dropped?" and that specific question I could not deny. I let the kids know that while Dottie could be in labor, we needed to give her space and make sure they did their planned activities and school projects.

Dottie's journey was not without its twists and turns, as she experienced a few surprises along the way. She even barfed water twice, demonstrating the physical demands of bringing new life into the world.

At 5:58 pm, the momentous occasion took place—the mucus plug made an appearance, signaling that the arrival of the first puppy was soon to come. It was an extraordinary sight when a breech puppy made an entrance, only to retreat back inside. This happened twice, leaving us all in awe and a little nervous so I called Carolyn, the amazing and well-experienced breeder who has the studs. She coached me through how to help the pup come through the birth canal without hurting mother or baby and how to quickly act if the sack had been broken. Finally, at 6:15 pm, with a bit of my help, a healthy baby girl was born with her sack in tact (thankfully!), weighing 371 grams. The atmosphere was filled with joy and excitement by all the kids watching this miracle. Dottie's first puppy, named Coral with the pink collar, was here!

With each passing minute, new miracles unfolded. At 7:20 pm, another beautiful girl joined the litter. She weighed 355 grams, and on her arrival she was marked by a vibrant purple collar and would later be named Sailor. Shortly after friends said their goodbyes, a breech boy made his debut at 7:50 pm, weighing a healthy 377 grams. Because of his size and position, he needed a little help out but was much quicer than hhis sister. The kids immediately and lovingly called him "Fat Joe" but would be named Sharkey with a blue collar.

As the hours rolled by, the diversity among the puppies became apparent. The first three pups were mostly black but then came another breech girl, showcasing a striking white and black coat reminiscent of a panda. She arrived at 8:24 pm, weighing 307 grams and we named Tsunami because of the tidal wave marking on her tush. At 8:44 pm, another lovely black and white girl weighing 300 grams joined the growing family, each puppy adorable and surely to have a distinct personality and charm as we get to know them.

At that point, five pups had been born and Dottie seemed to be content and resting. We took that opportunity to tuck kids into bed and left them with promises of news if any others were born during the night and equally hoping for our own rest but more puppies too.

I finally got a bite to eat and Dottie got to know her precious pups. Then at 11:27 pm, things started to pick back up again. A precious white boy with a distinctive dot on his head, weighing a mere 186 grams, was born. The next day it would be decided that he would be named Sandollar and called "Sandy" because of the marking on his head. Tyler went down to tell the sleeping kids about the next puppy, as promised but was met with sleepy "yays" while they continued dozing.

Just before the day was done, the litter continued to grow with another little girl arriving at 11:58 pm. She weighed even less than the last pup at 170 grams and we noticed she had a slightly hooked tail. An adorably unique feature just to her which would eventually lead us down the path of thinking "anchor", "hook" then "bait" and finally settling on the name Minnow and lovingly called "Minnie".

As the calendar day flipped anew, the cycle of life continued. At 12:34 am on June 6th, a lively boy, adorned with tons of spots, weighing 328 grams, added to the joyful chaos. He would be called Sunny with a bright yellow collar. Tyler decided to retire at that point so that one of us could be ready for the early morning with kids while I stayed loyally by Dottie's side. Soon after, at 1:53 am, a predominantly black boy weighing 307 grams arrived, radiating a sense of tranquility and given a grey collar to be called Rocky. Little did I know, we would have a final girl, weighing 326 grams, filled with vibrant energy and a voice, join the pack at exactly 3:00 am. She was given a red collar and because of her howling like the wind, came to be named Breezy and called "Bree".

Dottie's miraculous journey did not end with the arrival of her ten precious puppies. In the hours that followed, I stayed with her, not knowing if she was truly done or if we would have another break and more surprise pups. I knew she at the very least had some placentas to deliver at some point but knowing that process can take up to 48 hours after the pups arrive, decided to finally call it at about 5:30 am and went off to bed for a few very short hours of sleep before the kids would wake at 7 am.

The next day, I diligently watched Dottie when she went outside and confirmed that she did pass several placentas outside in the yard, a natural process to be expected.

Now a week later, Dottie and her ten beautiful pups continue to be healthy and well-loved. Tippy has been allowed to help care for the cleanup of the pups and is treading lightly with her grandmothering responsibilities but is willing to clean up any pup needing a freshen-up when Dottie is a bit preoccupied. Otherwise, Tippy is happy to lay on the couch, keeping Dottie company nearby while she lays most of the day, feeding her hungry hungry hippos.

We absolutely look forward to the fun and adventure this dozen dog summer will bring to us, our friends, and our family!

[marvelwoman-sugarbaby]

For requests if possible could u do Natasha(or Wanda, or both) where R gets into sewing or croshaying stuff for them and they wear it out to missions but they get teased by the team because r likes the most vibrant colors,( and she’s new to croshaying/sewing soo…) but they don’t care cuz r made it for them and their just like….What u don’t like the color neon pink with Navy blue? 🧤 , if u do decide to write this thxxx

Bright Scarves

Requested Wandanat x Crocheting!Reader

Of course. Thank you so much for sending this in I absolutely loved writing this. I hope you don’t mind that I added a bit more and you enjoy reading it just as much tho.

Words: 1411

Genre: Fluffy

Warning: you get a little sad at the end but it like a blink and you’ll miss it type of thing

Summary: How you became an Avengers as well as met your now girlfriends. Look at the request box above for the rest.

Y/N POV

When I was little, I grew up with my grandma since my parents passed away when they took me home from the hospital. My grandma had been the first to hold me and told herself that she would make me feel like the most loved person to exist. Despite how other people in her position would have blamed me for the accident, she never did and stayed true to her promise. Growing up with a woman from her time had what other people would count as “drawbacks.”

No, she’s not homophobic, and no, she didn’t give me crap for liking a woman on two in my case. It’s nothing like that. It's just that my grandma loved crocheting so much she started teaching it to me. She began teaching me as soon I could understand what she wanted me to do, so I was four at the time. We would crochet after school and on weekends. I always went for the brighter colors because I found them so alluring, and I still do.

You’d probably think, ‘oh, so just a normal person’ well, that depends on what you define as the average person. Despite not having any control over what happened to my parents, my grandma became a bit… how do I put this protective. (When I say protective, I mean I had school at home, had zero friends, if I wanted to go on an electronic, it would have to be to learn things. Also, she had people come over to teach me every self-defense move under the sun. As well as Ti Chi, Karate, etc. Then if that weren’t bad enough, she’d have me take “extracurricular classes” that would help me with all that.) Safe to say, because of my grandmother's “protective” nature, it caught the eyes of a certain SHIELD.

I only found out when I joined SHIELD that my parents were one of them, and their “accident” wasn’t an accident, and my grandma knew. That explains everything, including why she kept me so far away from people. She didn’t want them to know about me, and she did everything in her power to keep me away from them. The only reason I even got on their radar is that I was over being cooped up in that damned house when I was eighteen. I love my grandma, but that house was basically a prison. I could never go past the gate, and if I ever asked, I’d be shot down faster than a speeding bullet headed for its target.

Now you’re probably wondering how going out once led you to be taken into SHIELD. Well, when I went out, the place I just happened upon was currently having an undercover stakeout. One of the undercover people was supposed to fake being a robber and take something that a woman from Hydra had. I was there when that happened, and when someone yells help,… well, my instinct is to help. So when I caught up with this person, we got into a fight, and I won. Against a certain Agent Maria Hill. I returned the bag to the woman. On the bright side, when I started running, Hill took what she needed out because you can never know what’s going to happen. But, of course, that doesn’t mean Hill was expecting to lose. So when I gave the woman her purse back, she didn’t get what Hydra needed.

So I think you can guess the rest. After taking down Fury’s number two, I was tracked down, questioned, all that lovely stuff. I was eighteen, so I could legally become a part of their mary band of agents, and grandma couldn’t stop me.

About a year before Loki, I was brought onto the Avenger Initiative at twenty. That’s where I met my first girlfriend Natasha, tho we didn’t start dating until after SHEILD fell. Then when Ultron happened, I was twenty-four, and I had met my second girlfriend, who we didn’t start dating till after every Avenger agreed that the Sokovia Accords was a terrible idea. So we met up with everyone who signed them, and we created our own so that we would be able to guarantee we all agreed with everything inside before we also signed.

Part of the agreement was that if there were any suspicious, the people would tell the Avengers, which would take priority depending on how worried the leaders of that part of the world were. You would think, ‘ok, so what?’ well, those would be a stealth mission for the most part. Me being me, I love crocheting, so I’d make such things for my girlfriends, and sometimes I “only” finish making these things when they have to go on one of these said missions. So when they would say things like, “I have to go on a mission now, but I can later.” I’d say something like. “Do you not like it?” Which inevitably leads to them using it throughout the mission.

The things that I usually make are mittens, scarves, and headcovers. That wouldn’t be a problem if, as I said earlier, I wasn’t so obsessed with the neon colors. Something like this is happening right now.

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I’m just now boarding the quinjet with the new neon pink and neon navy blue scarfs that I just finished making. The mission seemed to be pretty big, so Steve, Tony, Sam, Bucky, Rhodey, Clint, my girlfriends, and I were all there. But, of course, Thor, Bruce, and Vision are in a different jet if we need more than just Wanda to take care of things.

I was the last one on board, so it was hard to miss the neon-colored things I brought when I came on. Everyone finds it so funny how someone who could take out just about 30 people without breaking a sweat could find something like crocheting fun. ‘Blame grandma’ is what I would give them. When they saw the scarfs, they all knew who they were for, and Tony looked like he was ready to milk a none existent cow.

I go right up to Wanda and Natasha and pat them both on their shoulders. When they turn around, everyone is watching as I lift the scarves in front of myself and say, “I made these for you two so you don’t get cold.” They are both wide-eyed and mouths gaping on the inside, really not wanting to put them on, but they’d never say that to me. I’m entirely aware of this and find it amusing to watch them go through with it. Tho I’ll never tell them that. “Wow, detka, it’s so great, but this is a stealth mission.” I look at Natasha with the best watery eyes I can muster and say. “You don’t like it?” Wanda is broken the second she hears my voice crack. “What! No, we love it here. Give it to me. We’ll put it on right now.” Wanda takes both scarves and puts one around her neck, then the other around Natasha’s.

Natasha gives me a fake smile. She hates it, but she loves me too much to say. I’m sure she’ll never admit it, but she finds it cute and loves the fact that while I’m crocheting, I’m thinking of her, and that shows how much I love her. But, of course, if I didn’t, it wouldn’t come to mind to make her something.

When they put it on, I give them a big smile and sit in my seat. Wanda takes a seat next to me while Natasha goes to the cockpit with Clint. I see Tony go up to Natasha with a huge smile then hear him say. “Nice scarf, Romanoff. But, are you sure that’s a good color for you?” Despite doing this as a loving, playful joke, it still hurt when he said that, and I started thinking that maybe I should stop. Tho, that only lasts until Natasha gives him this look of death and says. “What, you don’t like the color neon pink with navy blue?” That gets me to cheer up in an instant. Tony backs up with his hands in the air in defeat. “Sorry I asked.” We all set off, but our cover doesn’t last long before someone sees Natasha’s scarf when we get there. ‘You know, maybe I really should reconsider making neon-colored stuff for things like this. Nahhh, where’s the fun in that.’