#and with the ending it’s gonna be interesting to see how they might have to go against each other

[remxedmoon]

You should tell us about color psychology that sounds cool as hell

YES… HA HA HA… YES!

GGGOD I WISH I WASN’T OUT OF THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW. but i’ve been thinking about colors literally all day so you all get to be subject to my madness! sorry this is long and rambly wauaua. nightmarishly long post under the cut.

okay. first things first, a few basics. color theory and color psychology tend to get confused a lot in discussions, but they usually refer to different things. color theory is more about we physically perceive colors (color wheels and color schemes the like), while color psychology focuses on our emotional response to colors. if you’re familiar with the children’s hospital color theory post, that poster wasn’t actually talking about color theory, but color psychology (and also it’s incredibly surface level and heavily misunderstands the subject because in what fucking universe does the quantity of positive associations with a color matter more than the context it’s used in and sorry i have personal beef with this tumblr post).

color theory is also a special interest of mine but i’m not gonna touch on it too much here because it’s not entirely important. mmmaybe another time…

essentially, certain colors (and color combinations) have associations in our brains and that affect our behavior and emotions. these associations are also very much affected by the context a color is used in. colors don’t exist in a vacuum! so while red can symbolize passion and love when used in something like a dress or a bouquet of flowers, it has a very different connotation when it’s, say, splattered on the walls or smeared on the ground in a snail trail.

or for a less Children’s Hospital Themed example, i’ll put my euphrasie and king designs here!

(of course the saturation and brightness of these blues play a massive part in how they’re perceived but this is not a post about color theory this is n)

and, of course, combining colors in a piece can also change their meanings!! i’m about to get real fucking normal.

i’m gonna be focusing on the color combo of red and yellow here because it’s the one that’s most relevant to my art (and also it’s really interesting.) basically, seeing these two colors together activates the part of our brain that controls our appetite, making us actually feel hungry. this is why so many food companies use red and yellow in their branding! it’s neat stuff!!

also, if you’re familiar with it, this is why the mv for butcher vanity uses this color palette!! along with red’s general associations with danger and blood, the color combo also physically induces hunger. pretty fitting for a song about cannibalism!

(there is also red’s association with lust and passion and how that intersects with the double meaning in the lyrics but i cannot derail this post into being an analysis of butcher vanity i’m sorry. we’d be here all week. maybe another day... wipes a tear from my eye)

and i think this might be the reason why some people feel hungry when they see my art, even when i’m not drawing food. while i don’t tend to use red outright, most of my art has very warm undertones (red-oranges and yellows especially), which could be activating that hunger response??

(ah fuck color theory managed to weasel its way into this post again)

admittedly this part is just speculation on my end. i think my rendering style and Shapes also play a role in it, but it’s interesting for me to think about!!

this is only scratching the surface of how complicated colors can get. i was going to go on an entire tangent about color grading and how green lighting can make a scene feel unnerving but this post is already Too Fucking Long. aaaa super sorry if this is Rambly or hard to understand!! i’m not Entirely sure how much the average person knows about color theory and psychology so if there’s any confusing terms here i’m fine with adding stuff for clarity!

wauauuaa thank you so much for asking!!!! i love talking about colors.

tl;dr colors have a bunch of different emotions and meanings tied to them, but you’ve gotta pay attention to the context in which it’s being used. so maybe take a step back before you put that thick red trail on the floor of your children’s hospital.

[strnilolover]

how do vampire!matt and human!reader meet?

okay so i’m gonna clarify before i write this. matt isn’t like the vampires from twilight, i honestly don’t know what he would be from. BUT! he can be in the sun and all that, maybe he’s like the vampires from vampire diaries. he’s also 121 yrs old and reader is obviously of age 😋

ANYWAYS, i see them meeting in a park. You are taking photos of random things you find pleasing to the eye (trees, flowers, etc.) and you spot Matt lounging at a tree and you think he’s beautiful and want to take pictures of him 😋

It’s a quiet afternoon, and you were wandering through the park that was just a few blocks away from your house. Carrying your camera, you had been taking pictures all day — pretty flowers, golden sunlight filtering through the trees, and candid shots of passersby — but after a while, you seemed to have run out of ideas and things to capture through your lenses.

You were walking down a bark path, weaving through trees and walking by people sitting off on the benches tucked behind bushes. When you had reached the end of the trail, your head turned to look around — seeing if anything caught your eye. Until they landed on a person, a man leaning against a tree.

He was undoubtedly a very attractive man — and the way the sun was portrayed on him, made him seem so…majestic.

Your heart pounded slightly, and you hesitated — contemplating if walking up to this stranger was a good idea. Though she quickly disregarded those thoughts, taking a breath and walking over. You offered a shy smile as you approached him.

“Hi… sorry if this is weird, but you look — uh — like someone who belongs in a magazine or something. Would it be okay if I took a few photos of you?” you asked, holding your camera up in front of you to reason with your statement.

The man looks up, slightly startled by your approach but quickly masking it with a small, amused smirk. “A magazine? That’s a new one,” he says, his voice low and smooth. “You sure you’re not mistaking me for someone else?” he says, giving a small chuckle.

You laugh nervously, shaking your head. “Nope, definitely you. I mean, you don’t have to if it’s uncomfortable or anything. I just… thought it might make a good shot.” you reassured, not wanting to make him uncomfortable at all with your random request.

There’s a moment of silence as he studies you. Most people don’t approach him like this — there’s usually a sense of unease they can’t place — but you doesn’t seem afraid of him at all.

“Alright,” he finally says, his tone soft. “But only if you show me the photos after.” he teased.

Your eyes light up, quickly positioning yourself and snapping a few shots after directing him a little on where to stand. You talk as you work, asking about his day or why he’s here, and he answers in his usual reserved way, though there’s a warmth in his responses.

When you were done with the few shots, you walk back over to him from the spot you had been crouched in, showing him the photos. He’s quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable.

“You have a good eye,” he says finally, glancing at you. “You see things differently.” You blush at the compliment, brushing it off. “It’s just the camera. You’re the one who made them interesting.” you mumbled, rubbing your arms.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I think you give yourself too little credit.” he admits, looking her over. She shrugs, “It’s just something i like to do in my free time — nothing too big.” and he hums, nodding his head.

Before things got more awkward, you reached your hand out. “I’m —“ you say, properly introducing yourself to him. He looked down at your outstretched hand, smiling softly. “Matt.” he said, placing his hand into yours and shaking it. His grip was surprisingly strong — and firm.

Before you parted ways, you impulsively offered him your contact info, saying, “In case you ever want to see the photos again — or, you know, model professionally,” with a playful smile.

Matt takes it, tucking it away with a quiet, “Maybe I’ll take you up on that.”

And as you walked away, Matt watches you go, his curiosity piqued. There’s something about you — the warmth in her smile, the way she didn’t hesitate to approach him — that lingers in his mind. He wonders if fate had a hand in their meeting, and for the first time in a long while, he feels a spark of connection to someone new.

© strnilolover

[olderthannetfic]

OTNF, I've been rewatching Charmed (the original version) and I need to know: what was the fandom like when it was airing originally?

I was too young for fandom at the time and even after I got into fanfiction, I don't really remember finding any Charmed-specific fic sites. I remember seeing some shipping between the sisters and occasionally Chris and Wyatt, but that's it. So...

Does anyone remember what the shipping was like back then? Especially the slash shipping, seeing as how most of the male characters ended up being related lmao. Obviously that's not gonna stop everyone but I'm really curious if people shipped Chris and Leo (or even Chris and one of the sisters) before the familial reveal, as well as how many more Chris/Wyatt shippers existed.

Idk if anyone reading your blog would know (or even if you yourself would know) but I'm just so interested in what older fandoms were like, especially since so many sites and fics have been lost to time.

--

Charmed aired when I was busy applying to college, was at college with only the shitty tv in the dorm common room, or was living in Japan.

My vague memory is of teenagers who shipped het, but IDK.

It started in 1998, apparently, but it ran till 2006. I'd expect there to be plenty of dead web shrines, but it might have had much of its fic on FFN.

Anyone have thoughts?

[crystalgastles]

Who are you?

I’m bored erm, here’s how my versions of the creepypastas would react to finding someone lost in the middle of the night/woods

Jeffery Issac Abel (Jeff the killer)

If you are fem leaning he is more likely to help. He trusts women more

“You lost sweetheart?”

If you’re in the woods he has no idea where he’s going either, the blind leading the blind.

He does know how to hunt and survive if you end up being out there for an extended period of time

“Here I’ll teach you how to skin a deer”

He likes company, you don’t know if he genuinely doesn’t know how to get out of the forest or if he just wants to camp for a few days.

(He can’t remember where he parked his truck)

If he finds you wandering along the road he’s a bit more hesitant to help just because he knows himself, he doesn’t want to be put on the other end.

“Where’ you headed?”

If it goes well you have a new late night visitor. Again he likes the company.

Keep your fridge stocked, he will clean it out

Natalie magnolia (clockwork)

If you’re in the woods she’s very territorial. You have to convince her you’re not there to kill her.

If you’re successful she knows her way around, she can walk you to the nearest gas station and have you home before sunrise

She’s very hard to convince that you’re trustworthy. She won’t hurt you if you’re not there to hurt her but she doesn’t stick around like Jeff.

She doesn’t need company

“I’m only getting you out of here, you don’t need to know anything else”

If you end up walking for days with her she’ll feed you, if you happen to peak her interest she’ll converse with you but nothing after that

If you happen to gain her trust she’ll consider finding you again but it’s incredibly rare, the only person she will slightly consider a friend is Toby.

Even then she’s closed off

You have to be a special type of person to get close with this woman and meeting her in the woods once isn’t gonna cut it

Toby Pablano (ticci toby)

“Close your eyes and look down if you hear ringing in your ears just for the love of God keep them closed”

Toby doesn’t want anyone else to be exposed to the man in the suit. Night clickers already buzz around this place like flies

You don’t want to see him in the forest, not because he is dangerous but the angel is close by. Toby is the easiest to control

He knows the forest like the back of his hand. Just not how to get out of it.

He will lead you to the abandoned ghost town he and clockwork squat in if she isn’t back yet. He will have her take you out.

The man in the suit never visits him in the church. It’s a holy place. That’s where he stays at the most.

“Are you hurt how did you get out here?”

If you don’t know he silently waits for you to turn into one of those things, every person he’s met with amnesia has eventually.

If you don’t you might end up there for days, he won’t let you leave the church in fear you’ll see him

He’s a very sweet boy even if his clothes are covered in dirt stains and blood. Funny too.

Once clockwork comes back he makes you leave with her but he may visit you like Jeff does.

[9w1ft]

Hey… your last answer made me a bit interested in wanting to know your thoughts about how things will proceed once the tour ends. Do you see a break up happening early in the next year? But if they do break up do you see another public relationship starting? Also man.. I just.. please please let TS acknowledge KK publically like cmon. I mean I like all the coincidences and the twinning and the references.. but the hate swifties have for karlie is something else. And I think if a positive public acknowledgment happens from TS’ side the hate might taper off a bit.

i guess i will put it this way. i spent five full years in a headspace of listening to predictions of when joe would get the boot, and with each prediction that didn’t come true, there was a collective sadness. a dismay. backtracking or additional explanation, and digging in of heels or hunts for traces of malpractice. from within that, it’s quite possible that there was some sort of planned breakup earlier than april 2023 that didn’t work out for any number of reasons, and any number of people’s predictions may have been accurate at one point but then didn’t come true because things changed. it’s also possible that any number of predictions were inaccurate.

what i learned though is that it’s just not doing anybody a service to center our time on here around predicting milestones, and having our mood be dictated by whether or not the predictions come true. it’s a lesson that took many years to learn, but i’m better for it, i think!

all of this to say, for me? well, if taylor and travis were to break up any time this decade, that would be a little added bonus for me. in the meantime, i expect him to remain a convenient way for taylor to remove a lot of variables out of her complicated life (because she knows how to run something like this like the back of her hand), and instead focus on other things. if, along the way, it no longer provides convenience or comfort, i expect her to shake it up. but im gonna wait for that to happen before thinking about why.

as for acknowledging karlie, we are getting closer and closer, and in some ways, it’s already happening

[ideas-4-stories]

(This might seem more like an hc but I'll label as a prompt cuz I feel anyone is invited to try).

(Warning: Possibly ooc)

Cross Guild Love Prompt:

Buggy has an impressive collection of red lip tint products. And considering that commercial makeup is relatively new, there's a lot of things to choose for someone as flashy as Buggy.

From satin, to matte, to shimmer, to glossy. From every possible shade of red to some edding onto black. Some Buggy would collect solely for the capsule they've been sealed in. (One was a compact, and another opens like a switchblade).

Some more favorable than others, but his favorite one always leaves traces and marks everywhere. On glass rims, to napkins, his own gloves, hell even the his pens if he's found nibbling on the tips.

At first, it annoyed Crocodile and Mihawk to hell and back, constantly spotting these stains and by how often Buggy had to re-apply it. But along the path of their growth together, they sometimes would catch the shape of the mark, notice how the bottom lip always looked wider than the top lip. Or catch how gently Buggy applied his lipstick, slow and methodical, almost akin to a ritual. And how he looked at peace when satisfied with the results. (They won't admit how pretty the clown looks in these moments).

Then, one day, in the middle of a meeting, Mihawk saw Buggy put down his glass after a drink, only to find no mark! He immediately points it out, Crocodile asks why the change, and Buggy sheepishly answers that his favorite tube is on its last legs, so he's saving it for special occasions. In the meanwhile, it's just matte from then on. (Buggy's curious as to how the fuck they notice that but he'd rather not know).

But this does not bode well with Crocodile nor Mihawk, not only cuz they find themselves miffed at the change instead of feeling relief, but rather unsettled by the use of the term "special occasions".

Time passes, they grow closer and fonder by their own means, and cue said special occasion arrives, their first date together.

They dress in their best, and they see Buggy (aside from wearing something absolutely smashing [Buggy, the Fran Fine of One Piece, my beloved]), he's got his lips painted as always but the large red smile is missing. It's just his natural lip line this time. Crocodile took note how Buggy's smile reached the eyes. He didn't want to admit the flips in his chest... at least not yet.

Their private dinner was a hit, dessert was decadent, and the three were immersed in conversation. But alas, they had to end it there, Cross Guild still had work in the morning, and Buggy needed to finalize an acrobatic routine for an upcoming show.

Mihawk was going to offer to walk Buggy back to his tent, he was cut-off by a pair of lips. "I can walk just fine by myself.~" Buggy answered cheekily before giving Crocodile a kiss as well.

Buggy got up and just before he left the room, "by the way," he look back and sends them a cheeky grin, "red is nice color on you two." A wink and he was out of there.

The two warlords were a bit confused on that statement but as soon as they looked at eachother, they knew.

Each man had a red mark on their lips like a stamp.... and they loved it.

(Im not really good at creating conflict on my own, but I hope you enjoyed it 💖)

Love that Buggy’s hording makeup, the clown probably cleans out the used makeup product containers that he’s interested by what they look like and at least one of each container of his most favorite makeup to keep. Got a small treasure box or two filled with them because he likes trying different types of makeup. Holy stars I can see Buggy just shaking his hand with that lipstick that opens like a switchblade with a happiest and goofiest grin as it flips open, looking like he’s ready to stab someone with it before he carefully puts it on.

Not Mihawk and Crocodile asking (or probably demanding actually) about the reason why Buggy doesn't have his normal lipstick on. That’s gonna be one hell of a awkward conversation because why do you say to that? Buggy being like, “Oh.. yeah, my favorite tub from Chroma Charm is on it’s last legs, hopefully the package of the lipstick is coming soon… Wait how do you know?!.. Wait again, nevermind, pay no heed of my questions.” Poor Buggy he has no idea why Crocodile and Mihawk are miffed, only that it might have to do with him, but he has no idea why.

Love the date scene! All of them are sad it had to end so soon, if there wasn’t much work to do, then I’m sure that first date would of ended a lot later. Also Buggy was smooth with that!

I enjoyed this a lot, sorry it took so long to response

[vampirenicotine]

look beauty and the beast has definitely had me in a chokehold since childhood because why was i really out here shipping noa and mae??? MAYBE tim burton was onto something with the 2001 movie. iykyk.

[mic-check-stims]

Walkshipping board for that one anon from forever ago who asked about my ships

X-X X-X X-X

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[ratwars]

My new plan of action is to be more unapologetically me at work while still being work me because I am fucking tired of everything and my lack of fucks has apparently hit a new level so instead of fretting about that I am just accepting the damage periods of unemployment does to my personality (work personality? Ability to maintain said personality?) And going with it. If it works great. If it doesn't then they gotta fire me it is whatever I am not even pretending like I care to make a cookie cutter impression.

[psalmsofpsychosis]

Some Batman: Telltale thoughts

[this is a Batman Telltale critical post, ye be warned.]

So. There are perhaps no words in the english language to describe with how stupid i feel right now.

I started Telltale Batman because i thought that it's one of the more distinct unconventional Batman narratives that would let you have a more interesting, complex and nuanced relationship between Bruce and Joker— the game even lets you bring all of Bruce's sincere hypocrisy and sentimental selfishness to the surface and have him admit that yes, he can fight the rogues gallery because it takes a madman to know a madman; to love a madman. For a moment i geniunely thought that i can escape the everpresent shadow of DC hays code in the freakshow funhouse that is Batman comics, i thought Telltale had done something different.

But telltale's approach to The Enemy Within is so flaky and flimsy and timid at best— such noncommittal twist on themes of pain and grief. They take on a hefty plotline, "what does it take to actually fight through evil and be surrounded by it? How long does it take before your resolve and your selfhood cracks? When you lose the mask, which one did you truly lose— The ideal persona, the superhero, the crusader, or the person underneath, the casket that holds all your humanity and your heart and your hopes? How long can you stare onto the abyss before it stares onto you?" It's indeed a very Nietzsche approach to Batman— except that a good Nietzsche narrative takes a lot of intentional plot points and honesty of thought and of heart. And Telltale doesn't commit, not to Bruce's characterization, and not to any other character, and definitely not to Joker's journey in any variation of it. The existence of the Vigilante route is useless on every front; Joker is going to turn into a villain anyway, just with a different hello kitty eyeshadow palette and an extra bland consolation lollipop. No good choice Bruce makes on Joker's behalf affects anything whatsoever, and i particularly love the "community and friendship and sympathy do not help the mentally ill and all that ever works is punishment and shock therapy and confinement and loneliness" message the vigillante route puts on the table, charming charming status quo commandments from DC as always.

Telltale Batman could only be revolutionary if it had dared to break comic convention and let the vigillante route play out like Selina and Bruce's relationship always does; very grey morality, irrational, full of tension and trust, unstable, intriguing, inexcusable, irreversible, unavoidable and heartfelt, human. But we can't have nice things in batmanverse, so both Joker routes run on stuck gears and topple and fall into a predictable narrative hole that neither Bruce nor Joker can claim out of.

And on the predictable front? this story is too lukewarm to be a good time for me personally. When you get 84 Batman comics per minute every other Tuesday, all ending the same way no matter whatever the fickity happens inbetween, you have to pull no punches. This is my 53368532th Batman-with-tragic-batjokes-implications read of the week, say something new or forever hold your blue-balling silence, i dont care.

[orcelito]

Having a Saturday like "most people I've dated have only really liked me for my body and/or a fake personality I've presented, so when they know the true me it's not enough to keep them around. Anyways let's have some ramen for my 2 pm breakfast."

[plexippusangel]

I either need to accept that I am just a way stronger person than this friend and can handle way more while still being able to engage with the world as a person, or recognize excuses as excuses, accept that I am not valued and be done or. Maybe both. Idk. It might be somewhere between the two. I am just sick of regular life stuff rendering him unable to spend any time with me, and of him being unable to bear any of the details of my life, when I would move mountains to rekindle our friendship. Though I'm starting to wonder if I still would.

[pyrriax]

hi tumblr im a normal individual that writes extremely normal fics. [through tears.]

[mmriesoftvat]

I think I am going to make some temporary changes to this blog, mostly due to low muse/what people prefer and create a tier list so people know what to expect. This doesn't effect current drafts, only new threads going forward.

Main muses: Cyno, Kazuha, Albedo, Kami

Secondary: All yakshas, Yelan, Layla, Collei.

Request only: Childe, Andrius, Sucrose

[theheadlessgroom]

https://beatingheart-bride.tumblr.com/post/711277155093495808/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

Although they had joked about sharing (and stealing) sweets just last night, Randall felt his heart skip when she asked him this: Sharing alone was an alien concept to him (the carnies used to tease him, saying they wanted to share something with him, only to yank it out of his hand at the last second), but when had anyone ever remembered that something was his favorite? He could feel his heart ache at the notion that she thought of him first to share them with-not her friends in the ballet corps, but him.

“I-I would love to,” he managed to reply, trying not to let his voice crack with emotion as he moved to sit beside her, peering at the little bon-bons, little balls of chocolate and strawberry crème, one of the most decadent treats in all the city. His eyes were as big as dinner plates as he settled in next to her, reaching a spidery hand down to pluck one up from its little cup and pop into his mouth, his tongue happily greeted by milky chocolate and smooth strawberry. It was nothing short of bliss for his tastebuds.

“Thank you,” he managed to say with a smile to her, cheeks pink behind the mask-what a curious thing, to be...known. It was kind of strange and embarrassing, to have these little things (inconsequential though they were) known by her, but it was also...gratifying, at the same time, to know that Emily knew him so well, and didn’t think twice about sharing with him. It was touching to be seen; perhaps it wasn’t the most intimate thing to know about him, but to have this fondness be remembered by her...it meant more to him than he could say.