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[idledearest]

Hatchetverse - OFFICE LORDS & QUEEN (Design Concept)

BONUS: Tinky and Blinky without glasses

WIGGLY

- Looks like Paul but green and with unkempt hair. Also if Paul was even more snarky & sarcastic, slightly more intimidating, and an even bigger asshole. Just less passive in general. He can hide it well though, after all he's sly and calculated. He's got high leading office businessman charisma, the type to get all the good deals. Comes off as manipulative and condescending.

POKEY

- The co-worker who listens to music on max and ignores everyone on purpose. Worst part is, people can hear whatever it is he's listening to. Impatient, standoffish, easily annoyed and highly dramatic. He looks like Bill if he had Solomon's personality and demeanor. The most unapproachable of the bunch. Embodiment of eye-rolls and side-eyes. Definitely the type to look at someone with full disgust and judgement and will make a show of it.

BLINKY

- He's definitely the office gossip. The kind who always looks over people's shoulder and take a peak at people's computers or phones. Also the one who stalks people's social media and uses their info as blackmail. Definitely an eavesdropper and the one standing around and watching. May also have zero filter in what he says, sometimes making people uncomfortable; To his enjoyment.

TINKY

- This guy definitely gives off "Pepe Silvia" energy. Has watches on both wrists, maybe even pocket watches hidden in his pockets. Very messy and disheveled in terms of appearance. He's a very skilled (and demonically fast) accountant though. If "running on nothing but 5 shots of espresso" is an office worker. Definitely the flirt or a charmer of the office; Thrives off of compliments and boasts about and uses it against people.

NIBBLY

- The guy who ALWAYS steals people's lunches and will not feel guilty nor shame for it. Always has a bag of pastries and drinks from any cafe. Will bite and snarl if asked to share. The type who always forgets to turn in work yet doesn't get fired (of course his brothers are biased for each other). His things are everywhere and take up space.

WEBBY

- The one everyone (unfairly) hates. "We used to work with her. Then we fired her." statements from co-workers (brothers). Gives off "mom of the office" energy. Very sweet and patient. And a pushover; The type to stay after hours to clean after everyone (or do the work everyone dumped on her). Looks out for the office type of deal.

🩵💜💛🩷💚🤍

so sorry about this long ass post i just wanted to get all the details i had while designing their outfits HAHAHA this genuinely took way longer than it should because i kept passing out so much 😭

just so everyone knows, i designed these outfits as a concept to what they could potentially wear if they were summoned in an office like ccrp AND what their actors and actresses could wear on stage. so it's like a stageplay costume design concept kind of thing too. so at least all of them ,excluding webby, has the “fuzz” texture on their outfits. reasoning as to why webby doesnt have fuzz is because she’s most likely the only one to fully present as the most human out of all of them to be more approachable and welcoming; not garish and uncanny like her brothers.

also yes, i finally found out curt had bright yellow eyeshadow as tinky so i added it. i gave tinks a stubble too cuz idk i want a 9-5 job reflecting on his face HAHAHA.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Hunter of Love.

Every decision made or not made branches off and creates new realities. There are a countless number of those realities.

Worlds of infinite choices—he will glimpse them all.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

Rook dances through the darkness, unburdened and dauntless. Not a single step produces a sound—though if it had, the sound would no doubt be absorbed into the abyss. He glides effortlessly, a swan upon still water.

There is no road for his feet to follow, only a plane of darkness. Heels strike it, eliciting a clear clack-clack-clack, as if the floor is marble.

The walls—if they can be called that; there's nothing solid when he sticks his arms out to test the environment—are laden with full-body mirrors. They're mounted up upon nothing, floating in place, their reflective faces clean, clear, and free of cracks.

He is drawn to them, tugged along as if compelled by the red string of fate.

In each, he is presented with a novelty.

Familiar places and people, refracted and twisted into something new. Something beautiful.

An ethereal art gallery for his own amusement.

He turns his head, taps fingers along the frames of each realm in turn.

A Night Raven College with as many as fourteen dorms. A Night Raven College set upon a stage, scripts in the hands of every student. A Night Raven College of young women, not young men.

Jade with his hair styled up in a mohawk, a plethora of piercings studding his face. Kalim with a monkey upon his shoulder, sharing a platter of fruit. Young Epel in a pair of glasses, mouthing the lines to a play. Idia, smaller than even his younger brother, in an oversized sweater, playing on a mobile gaming console.

Rook imagines a great tree, its roots ever-growing, expanding deep, deep, deep into the soil and continuing still. Endless choices, endless possibilities.

C'est la vie—such is life.

He stops.

His hand now hovers over the glass casing of a tragedy.

Rook stares at a version of himself, collapsed beside a bottle of apple juice. Its caustic contents ooze out onto the ground, bubbling as it eats away at the floor.

The common man would be repulsed. Chilled to the bone. Frightened.

But Rook Hunt is not the common man.

"Comme c'est magnifique," he marvels. “Willingly consuming poison, wishing so desperately to believe that his queen was free of sin… Here lies a foolish dreamer in the aftermath, still having faith in his dear friend's integrity.”

Rook lingers, drinking in the details of the morbid work of art.

He does not move, does not breathe. Ignoring the bottle, it is as though he had been laid into a peaceful sleep. Lips arranged in a soft smile, long lashes cast over his cheeks.

A beautiful queen weeps for him, tears colored black as the night. His clothes are tattered, his crown tarnished. He is a flower of evil, stripped of his petals.

The next mirror, the mirror after—all horrific ends, varying shades of gruesome. Visions twisting, distorting.

A king dressed in roses slaying their victims, peasants who dares to defy their rule. A hyena dissolving into sand. Students trapped in constrictive tentacles, stripped of their talents.

Mindless drones lumbering around a seized castle. A reality dyed in ink, ruled by blue flames and Phantoms. And… a tangle of briar knitting over the world.

To him, they are just as lovely as the rest.

Heartbreaking, but lovely.

As that thought strikes him, the area ahead brightens. He spots color dotting the darkness.

They start as scribbles, clumsy trails of crayon left by a child's hand. Further along, the crayon gains dimension, turning into yarn threads. Eventually, they weave together to form a coherent path marked by cobblestones made of newspaper clippings.

It leads to a thicket unlike any he has ever seen.

Every glade of grass, every leaf and stem, is painted in a glistening coat of silver. The flowers are crystal, the fruit, plump jewels. The sky, a watercolor masterpiece of brilliant blues, white clouds dabbled on with an artist's sponge.

A tower rises in the distance, fine and thin like a needle. Its pointed roof pierces the heavens, and there is but one solitary window embedded in the structure.

Rook gasps, and a thousand or more reflected Rooks gasp too.

The leaves tinkle, a melody of wind chimes and bells. He feels as though they are beckoning to him, drawing him deeper and deeper into the forest.

His feet have a mind of their own; they start moving, as if bewitched by the majesty of the enchanted wood, by the mystery of the tower. Beads of dew upon the grass are left untouched as he swiftly passes.

A call reaches out from a place far, far away. It's not quite speech, but vocalizations resembling speech--someone grasping for the right words, the right feeling.

There is a haunting hollowness to the siren song. A longing so immense it makes tears spring to his eyes.

It must be seeking its other half, Rook realizes. A harmony for its melody, to form a duet.

But the longer he tries to focus on the sound, the more he tries to parse out its parts, the more confused he becomes. The voice is contradictory: familiar and yet unfamiliar, happy and yet sad.

His pace quickens, as does his heartbeat. It's an anomaly for him, for whom calmness comes easily.

I must go to them, he thinks, unsure of why. I must.

Is there a yet-to-be-discovered wonder on the other side? His queen, whom he has sworn his undying loyalty to, in danger? Is it from the strange tower? A stranger requesting his aid?

Curiosity thrums through him.

Hurry.

The tower seems to drift farther and farther away with each step. The voice, fainter.

Hurry...!!

Rook runs.

The building accelerates. The trees expand as if to fill in the space where the tower had fled.

Wildlife carved of glass watch, some racing with him. A deerling on limber, elegant legs, a rabbit bouncing as high as it can. Even the fish skip atop the river that runs concurrent with the forest trail, and a flock of birds soar upon their crystalline wings.

They trill, they coo, they sing.

His run becomes a sprint, and the sprint becomes a gallop. The call to adventure, loud and clear in his ears.

He is one with nature, and nature is one with him.

I must see for myself what lies at the ends of this world--and beyond it.

His spirit brims, burning with determination.

Chasing something he doesn’t know the true nature, the true face, of. For that... is the thrill of the hunt.

[mossytrashcan]

a trashcan’s guide to coloring

using @thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid beautiful ivy rose, because I’m thinking of her always and also really struggling w the comm sorry (also this is long as hell fair warning)

sketch/line-art. I suggest making it at least kinda neat so you have a solid guideline, but honestly just do whatever you gotta do. I also like to set my sketch layer to multiply so that the line art meshes w the base

2. usually I lay down one base color (in this one it’s pink), then I use a clipping mask to lay down some flat colors. the brush you use for this won’t really matter because it’s gonna get covered by rendering (merge layers when you’re done)

3. get your references!! you’ll need them for when you start painting over your base, trust me. references changed my life and saved my summer harvest

4. now, on a layer created above your sketch and base, go in w/ a mix of lasso tool/freehand brushing and start blocking in your colors. the values on our faces naturally form blocky shapes, so try to focus your energy into getting those down

I like to use the spectra brush to render because it adds a nice texture, but feel free to experiment with what you’ve got. also, I tend to go darkest -> lightest -> middle in terms of coloring order

if you struggle with value, I suggest finding any picture (make it black and white by turning saturation down) where there are 3 clear values (black, grey, and white). then with a colored brush, outline all of the different shapes those values make. kinda like this!

5. quick color theory run down before we wrap up: use a cool toned grey (red based, pink based, purple, etc) for the blue parts of the skin, a desaturated red/pink for purple, and gray yellow for green. this will give you very lively and compelling coloring without being too crazy. obviously, you can do whatever you’d like, but I’ve found that this makes my palettes more cohesive and adds depth to the skin

6. so I can’t really finish this piece because I have to start working on commissions again, but after an hour ish of blocking and blending, you should end up with this

and then if you continue and blend a whole lot more, you’ll end up having something more like this!

also, little lasso tool guide

to lay down the colors you’ve gotta click the brush, personally I like to freehand instead of color drop, but you do you

finally, if you aren’t satisfied, you can either 1) merge all of your layers and add a gradient map, or 2) merge your layers, duplicate your new layer, add a gradient map at 100%, and change your canvas blending mode to soft light + change the layer opacity. this’ll make your piece more vibrant and cohesive

[malsfefanfics]

OC Profile: Rosamund

art by @/nessiemccormick, edited down to icon size by me

"You wish to know more about Rosamund? She's rather easy to talk to, once you get past that Vestra pride. Though I honestly don't know her that well, given how Hubert didn't even tell me of her existance until recently. She also tends to keep people at dog's length from her at all times. Yes, I mean 'dog'." -- Edelgard, about Rosamund.

Full name: Rosamund von Vestra Nicknames: Rosa (Raphael, Mercedes, Caspar, Constance, Claude), Rosebud (Hapi), Rosie (by Dorothea), Petal (For Hubert Use Only), Little Rose Wolf (Yuri) Birthday: Day 6 of the Harpstring Moon, 1165 Age: 15-16 (Pre-TS), 20+ (Post-TS) Crest: None Family: Marquis Iason von Vestra (Father, Deceased), Medee (Mother), Hubert (Older Brother), Tancred (Younger Brother), Rigel (Best Hound) Nationality: Adrestia Titles: Master of the Hounds, The Thorn Huntress, Devoted Bloom Voice Claim: Jeannie Tirado (leaning more towards Rose from Resident Evil Village in tone)

Interests: Hunting, History of Fódlan and surrounding nations, Weapons and training, Singing Likes: Sweets, Dogs, Her brothers, Fish, Healthy Competition, Saint Cichol Dislikes: Her father, The Church, Saint Seiros, Noble Society, Liars, Formal Dresses, Herself

Favorite Meals: Super Spicy Fish Dango, Pheasant Roast with Berry Sauce, Pickled Rabbit Skewers Liked Meals: Saghert and Cream, Sweet Trio Bun, Grilled Herring, Sautéed Jerky, Small Fish Skewers, Fried Crayfish Disliked Meals: Daphnel Stew, Bourgeois Pike, Cheesy Verona Stew, Gautier Cheese Gratin

Tea Preferences: Lavender Blend, Almyran Pine Needles, Mint Tea, Rose Petal Blend

Liked Gifts: Hunting Dagger, The History of Fódlan, Fishing Float, Smoked Meat, any flower, Stylish Hair Clip Disliked Gifts: Gemstone Beads, Goddess Statuette, Blue Cheese, Book of Crest Designs

Lost Items:

Book of Hunters' Fables: A hand written book of fables and folk songs shared by hunters from across the continent. Looks well read.

Family Dagger: A dagger with a pink blade and a green handle. Reminds you of primroses.

Children's Music Box: A silver music box that plays an unfamiliar lullaby. There's the coat of arms of an Adrestian Family on the lid.

Starting Class: Noble Preferred Class Path: Noble --> Fighter/Myrmidon --> Archer/Thief --> Sniper/Assassin Strength: Bow, Sword Weakness: White Magic, Black Magic, Dark Magic Budding Talent: Authority Personal Skill: 'Howling Shot', increases power against Demonic Beasts by +5.

Weapons Starting Levels:

Sword: D Lance: E+ Axe: E Bow: B Brawling: E Reason: E Faith: E Authority: C Heavy Armor: E Riding: E+ Flying: E

Base Stats:

HP: 25 Str: 7 Mag: 1 Dex: 8 Spd: 6 Lck: 7 Def: 6 Res: 7 Cha: 9

Learned Faith Spells: ??? Learned Reason Spells: ???

Recruit Requirements for Canon-Compliance AUs: Crimson Flower requires C-support with Hubert and Edelgard, and B-support with Petra or Bernadetta. Verdant Wind requires B+ Rank or Higher of Flying, Faith, and Reason, and must have majority of Black Eagles and Ashen Wolves recruited. Cannot be recruited on Blue Lions or Silver Snow.

Potential Supports:

Byleth

Hubert

Tancred

Medee

Edelgard

Petra

Linhardt

Caspar

Dorothea

Bernadetta

Ferdinand

Jeritza

Mercedes

Felix

Sylvain

Ashe

Annette

Claude

Leonie

Raphael

Lysithea

Yuri

Hapi

Constance

Seteth

Flayn

Shamir

Hanneman

Manuela

Crit Quotes:

You wish!

For my brothers!

How annoying.

I'll never lose!

You call that a shot?

I thought you'd be a challenge.

I'll cut you down!

Time for the hunt!

No goddess can save you.

Defeat Quotes:

I can't fall here. Best to pull back for now.

That...could have gone better.

I'm sorry, brother. I failed you.....

Your Majesty, please....look after my family.....

I guess I truly am....the weakest Vestra.....

Skill Level Increase Quotes:

I can use this on the hunt.

This is easy as pie.

Another day, another lesson.

I can do that? Explains a lot. (Budding Talent)

I....I actually do that? (Magic)

Level Up Quotes:

As to be expected of a Vestra.

Excellence comes with hard work.

Getting stronger and wiser.

Missed the mark, it seems.

I can hear the old man scoffing from the grave.

Not sure I have much left to learn.

Gift Quotes:

Liked Gifts: Oh, I love this! How did you know?

Neutral Gifts: Thanks. This will be useful for later.

Disliked Gifts: You might have better luck elsewhere.

[diamondcrownacademy]

DCA Info Part 59: Dorm Fairy Redesigns (Part 2)

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Phoenix decided to change the Dorm fairies appearances to fit with her new art style and felt like their initial designs looked unappealing and a not quite diverse in terms of original design for fairies.

📚 Rosia

Original Rosia: Initially, Rosia appeared as a small fairy with green skin, red hair with her bangs slightly curled at the tip, hazel eyes, red eyeshadow and green wings that resemble leaves.

Rosia wears a long green dress with red triangular trimming. She also wears a collar that obscures her mouth and is shaped to look like a rose.

She accessories with a dusty gold three pointed crown with a pearl on each point.

Current Rosia: With a more stern look but elegant design, Rosia now has yellow skin, brown eyes and brown curly bangs. She now wears a dark red and green sleeveless dress with the skirt having two flowy layers. The dress's collar still resembles a rose and frames her face in a flower like way. Rosia now wears a crown of three gold roses and her wings now resemble stained glass and have a gold outline.

🏝 Luna

Original Luna: Initially, Luna appeared as a small fairy with violet skin and dark blue eyes with pink eyeshadow, with a white swirl design below her right eye. She has long purple hair that's tied into a ponytail with a gold band and her bangs cover her left eye. She has violet colored wings with a gold outline

Luna wears a periwinkle crop top with sewn-in off-the-shoulder straps and puff pants of a similar color with a pink veil that flows down, just below her knees and golden curled shoes.

Luna accessorizes with a flower hair clip, with the bottom layer being mauve and the top one being pale pink. In the center of the clip is a blue circular jewel.

Current Luna: Luna's new design now bears more of a resemblance to that of a genie as well as Princess Jasmine. Luna now has mauve colored skin and her off-shoulder dress is now light blue in color. Her wings now resemble mandala symbols. Luna now has a "tail" that resembles smoke. Luna's new accessories include a white flower hair clip, gold circular earrings, and gold bracelets.

🐲 Cinder

Original Cinder: Initially, Cinder appeared as a small fairy with red skin, pointy ears, golden horns, green eyes, and pale chartreuse wings shaped like flames. Her head resembles that of a dragon and is the same shade of red as her skin and she has golden scales on her forehead and her lower jaw is gold in color. She also has two fangs showing. She also has a tail with a gold scale outline and a golden tip.

Cinder wears a red qipao dress with gold trimming and a golden scale pattern on the right side, with the pattern having bumps, resembling a cloud. The dress has a slit on the side with a gold bow on the top of the slit. The skirt is gold and has a mermaid silhouette.

Cinder accessories with a white fur collar. Cinder additionally bears a resemblance to Mushu, Mulan's dragon guardian and companion.

Current Cinder: Now with a more energetic look to her, Cinder is now a deeper red color and features blue teardrop markings on her forehead, a yellow jaw, white fur underneath her head, blue horns, a yellow "mustache", paw shaped hands with the interior of the paws being maroon, and a tail with a fur tip. She now wears a yellow and black martial arts tunic with a black sash, brown pants and a pair of black Kung Fu slippers. She additionally has an accessory in the form of an orange mask made in the likeness of Chinese guardian lions, the mask also has black stripes, white fur, green eyes and a red circular gem. This version of her lacks wings as Eastern Dragons can fly without the use of wings.

🍂 Skili

Original Skili: Initially, Skili appeared as a small fairy with light brown skin, amber eyes and yellow wings that resemble that of a dragonfly. Skili's head resembles that of an owl, with the base of her head being the same light brown color as her skin. She has pale yellow eyebrows, a yellow beak and a brown supercilium.

Skili wears a beige colored two layered dress with blue trimming and brown fringes. She also wears an upper shoulder shawl of similar colors with a gray upside-down teardrop jewel.

Current Skili: Skili's new design now bears resemblance to an eagle with brown plumage, the tan fringe dress now has a collar with a teal upside down teardrop gem as well the dress's second layer having teal trim with diamonds on it. Skili also wears a teal crown with diamond patterns on it.

🐸 Lillie

Original Lillie: Initially, Lillie appeared as a small fairy with pastel green skin, blue eyes and bears resemblance to a frog, with her lower jaw and chest being a paler shade of pastel green. She also has pale yellow wings, which resemble firefly wings.

Lillie wears a two layered green dress, with the top layer having a rounded triangle hem and the bottom layer is a darker shade green and has a rounded arch hem.

Lillie accessorizes with a necklace of chartreuse colored pearl beads and a hat that resembles a lily pad.

Current Lillie: Lillie's current design is now a slightly brighter shade of green and she now has golden blonde hair in a beehive hair style with various pale beige flower decorations, as well as a headband of white pearl beads with a lily pad with a white flower on it. She wears a green dress with the bodice having pearls and yellow details while the skirt has green trim above yellow trim that resembles flower petals. She also has a white boa and a dark green sash with a white flower on it. Lillie's wings are now pale yellow in color.

Trivia

• The white flower in Luna's redesign is likely a reference to the flower that Aladdin gives to Jasmine during the “A Whole New World” music sequence.

• Cinder's current tunic colors bears a resemblance to those featured on renowned Hong Kong actor and martial artist, Bruce Lee. Phoenix states that this is more of a coincidence since she wanted the yellow and black to stand out.

• The reason Phoenix chose a Chinese Guardian Lion to be Cinder's Mask was due to the fact in Chinese culture, lions symbolize power, wisdom and superiority.

• Skili went through the most redesigns.

• Phoenix made Skili an eagle as eagles are a symbol of strength, wisdom, and courage in Native American culture.

• Lillie's current design is a reference to the fact fact that while Perrine's appearance took influence from Tiana, her behavior is similar to Lottie.

[mxmollusca]

fic first lines

post the first line from the last 10 fics you posted (and are there any patterns?) - I got tagged by both @epersonae and @scarrletmoon

I don't have 10 fics for OFMD because I am a slow-af writer, so hopefully my measly 7 will suffice.

An Arm and a Leg

(My first fic for this fandom, building my brand early with some good ol' fashioned magical realism with tentacles.)

Stede Bonnet felt decidedly unwell.

In Favor With Their Stars

(The story opens with a series of computer screens showing the computer processes of a spaceship computer, who also happens to be one of the main characters.)

BONNET INDUSTRIES - DEEP EUROPA MISSION

Interplanetary Transport Ship/REVENGE

Shipboard AI SYNTHETIC TRANSPORT ENTITY/DEEP EUROPA (STE/DE)

(Prose)

“Good morning, Edward.”

There's a Monster at the End of This Book

(surprise Vianton!)

Anton sat on the red velvet sofa, jogger-clad knees pressed together, a temporary resting place for nervous fingers that drummed impatiently.

The Sticking Place

(Sequel to An Arm and a Leg, starting with some journal entries.)

Personal Diary of Stede Bonnet

June 10th, 1718

It’s been three days since the onset of my new affliction, and I am pleasantly surprised to find the crew relatively unfazed by the news! 

The Ship of Theseus

(An audio/visual multimedia project written by me, with sound support and editing from @nordarknessdimsthesky and @emi--rose. The entirety of this piece is written from the computer's POV.)

>>2063-02-06 01:35:41

>>STE/DE CMD

     INITIATE VIRTUAL MACHINE

     SELECT BOOT IMAGE

     INITIATE BOOT FROM IMAGE

     OPTIMIZE KERNEL

     SELECT WAYBACK MACHINE WEB 2.0 CLONE

     RENDER INSTANCE

     INSTANCE RENDERED

Wave Hello to the Void

(This story was cowritten with @zacharybosch and has art from @eefaevie. There is a lot of multimedia in this story, and it opens with a news article, followed by a video transcript, followed by prose.)

(News clipping)

Green Bank Register - 10/03/2023

Mothman sets fire to dumpster

By LUCIUS SPRIGGS

GREEN BANK, WV - Today marks one week since the first sighting of a large, unidentified winged creature in the Green Bank area.

(YouTube Transcript)

The Beltsville Goatman: A Monsterlover's Exclusive - 09/28/2023

STEDE BONNET, a blonde man in his mid-40s, stands in front of a huge, white RV with the words “MONSTERLOVERS” emblazoned across the side parked in front of a large, empty field.

(Prose)

Stede Bonnet bounds down the steps of his Entegra RV, cellphone in hand, his fuzzy teal Monsterlovers-branded fleece fully zipped in defense of the October morning chill.

Works for Spiders

(This story is written from the POV of the surly house spider who lives in Stede and Ed's "inn".)

She is roused by distant vibrations, a rhythmic thumping reverberating through floorboards and beams and into the strands of her web to tickle against the fine black hairs lining her long legs.

---

Patterns? Perhaps I am allergic to consistency. I tend to be motivated by the novel. I'm here to fuck around and find out. I like to experiment with form and presentation. All I can promise is that it's only going to get weirder from here.

@oatmilktruther @petrichorca @veeagainsttheday @emi--rose @ghostalservice whatchu got

[rhia-falla]

MEET RHIANNON!

{ KRISTINE FROSETH, 21, CISGENDER FEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that RHIANNON FALLA? A JUNIOR originally from BAR HARBOR, MAINE, they decided to come to Ogden College to study MUSIC on an ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE CLOUDCUCKOOLANDER on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

INSPO | PLAYLIST

the basics

name: rhiannon indigo falla age: twenty-one birthday & zodiac: february 27th pisces sun. libra moon. sagittarius rising. pisces mercury. pisces venus. aries mars. gender: cisgender woman sexuality: bisexual positive traits: easygoing, affectionate, passionate negative traits: impressionable, selfish, over-bearing

the surface

faceclaim: kristine froseth. height: 5′9 ft. weight: 120 lbs. eye color: sky blue. hair color: naturally light brown, dyed platinum blonde. lower back length and unkempt. almost always kept down, however she's begun incorporating high ponytails and messy, claw-clip styles as of late. style: ridiculously short crop tops. oversized hoodies & sweatshirts. ripped stockings and fishnets. fitted cardigans. flowy dresses and mini, MINI skirts. shoes ranging from mules to wedges to doc martens. think grunge, whimsical fairy girl w/ maximalist styling and pattern clashes. sequins, frills, slits, anything gaudy and tacky. lots of bright red. white, blacks, greys. natural spring colored for her more dainty pieces. blush pink, cream, baby blue. distinguishing features: dreamy eyes, faint horizontal cheekbone scar, lotsa tattoos, messy & unruly hair. soft, lullaby-like voice. occupation: student. escort. status: single and lonely asf. trope: THE CLOUDCUCKOOLANDER

Well-intentioned but inexperienced, Rhia struggles to actualize her ideology of unconditional love in a practical manner. She has a simplistic, rose-tinted view of the world and her role in it. She struggles to compromise on what she believes, even though her moral compass is undeniably faulty. In many cases, Rhia chooses willful ignorance over acceptance of her very real, incredibly shitty circumstances.

She describes herself as an agent of fate, an embodiment of life acting itself out - the perfect excuse to avoid accountability for her actions. Therefore, she has several tendencies toward selfish acts and conflict avoidance. If Rhia commits a wrongdoing, she is more than likely to refuse to acknowledge what she did rather than admit she holds a capacity to harm other people. This would defile the image of goodness she clings to in her inner world.

These aren’t acts of malice, but rather symptoms of her fear of vulnerability. Rhia is too preoccupied with fitting into how she wants others to perceive her, oftentimes suppressing her worries with playful banter and random anecdotes. She’s a master of the secrets of social deception, molding herself into the physical embodiment of her counterpart’s perfect person.

She struggles being present in the moment because of the constant anxiety that her words and actions might break the illusion of her projected, dreamlike version of the world. Too ashamed to voice any of these observations, Rhia internalizes them and forces it into fuel for her art. Ultimately, her whimsical demeanor conceals her critical overthinking, haunted by nuanced social etiquette and the unspoken.

This chameleon-like obsession of hers largely inhibits Rhia to develop her self identity, rather resting on the opinions of others for her emotional wellness. She presents herself as an abstraction, a delightful performance of beauty and lust. Over the years, she’s come to learn people desire the sugary lies she feeds them as just much as she does.

SECONDARY TROPES: the idealist, the naïve everygirl, the dumb blonde, uptown girl, the love freak, the pollyanna, the true pacifist, the stupid good, the fool, the bratty teenage daughter, the manic pixie dream girl, the brainless beauty, the hooker with a heart of gold, the cute clumsy girl, the rebellious spirit, the ethical slut, the girl in the tower.

CHARACTER INSPIRATION: cassie ainsworth (skins uk). cady heron (mean girls). misty day (american horror story). oa (the oa). alaska young (looking for alaska). jesse (neon demons). nina sayers (black swan). luna lovegood (harry potter). yvaine (stardust). alice (alice in wonderland). carrie white (carrie). cassie howard (euphoria). nana "hachiko" komatsu (nana). alex laterno (8 mile). misa amane (death note). jenny humphrey (gossip girl). margarey tyrell (game of thrones). priscila elvis (priscilia). tohru honda (fruits basket).

the depths

personality: cheerful, excitable, giving, worrisome, manipulative, ditzy, needy, fickle, flighty, elusive, insincere, pushy, moody, loving, romantic, dreamy, inspired, dishonest, irresponsible, reckless, bubbly, self-absorbed, insecure

choosing to live amongst the clouds, rhiannon coasts on her natural charisma and easygoing nature. she is a fun-loving, thrill-seeking type  that strongly values her independence. she is morally motivated, although her beliefs are considered quite radical, and she is quick to fall back on her virtue if met with resistance.  rhiannon is an active pacifist, practicing vegetarian, and meditation guru. when it comes to what she’s  interested in, she may become obsessive and overly idealistic.

she is self-critical and overly concerned with perfection, though consistency and follow through has never been her strong suit. rhia is prone to quitting, running away, or separating herself from any given obstacle that causes her discomfort. she suffers from issues with codependency, often tying her self worth too  heavily into the opinions of those she values. no doubt, she suffers from an internalized inferiority complex, one that she doesn’t readily make noticeable but ultimately motivates  most of her actions.

rhiannon has passion and a magnanimous vision for her projects, but she lacks the discipline and  confidence to follow through with her plans. often times, she deflects from her struggles with self-loathing and body image. she is ambitious yet unmotivated, a lethal combo for such a fragile soul.

regardless of what she leads others to believe, much of what rhia presents is inauthentic, hiding imperfect sides of herself to appeal to whomever she is attempting to impress. rhiannon is secretive, never forthcoming with her desires or her intentions, though she has a tendency to be overly trusting in untrustworthy individuals.

her public persona is a face tailored to meet the wants of each person she encounters. rhia is more keen than she may let on, strategically weaponizing her ditzy nature for social power. she is self-centered and indulgent, though she would never dare admit so, nor allow for herself to be viewed in such a light.

mbti: enfp extraverted. intuitive. feeling. perceiving. alignment: chaotic good hogwarts house: hufflepuff hobbies: playing instruments including, but not limited to: piano, guitar, bass, violin, ukulele. gardening, yoga/meditation, writing, dance, tarot, modelling.

history:

To most Rhia comes off as an open book, even overly honest about her private life. for someone who spends most of her time over sharing, not much is publicly known about the intricacies of her home life. Not many would recognize her insatiable rambling as the deflective tactic it was, and the general assumption seems to be she grew up with a nuclear family, a stern mother and a loving father. Although, her peers easily identify her as an only child, as her whiny, spoiled nature speaks for itself.

She was born in Norway, at the hospital her grandmother gave birth to her mother. It was a difficult birth and an even more difficult subsequent period of Acacia feigning at motherly duties she quickly discovered she wanted no part in. Whereas the newly born Rhiannon proved to be the bane of her mother’s existence, her father lamented his shortcomings as a provider.

Christopher is nurturing and gentle, softspoken even as others stripped him of his good faith. He is an earnest man but weak. He was not taught to stick up for himself, rather he learned it was best to keep his head down and turn the other cheek if need be. He’d gotten himself a cushy job, a big house, and a seemingly doting wife. Yet, her love was quick to dry, replaced instead with an icy stare and chilling words if he fell short of her expectations.

It was easy for him to submit to Acacia’s will, replacing the authoritarian attitude of his father with her narcissistic tendencies. He took no leadership in his parental role, justifying his inaction with affection and flattery for his young daughter. She was well-loved, provided for, and gifted; yet he could not explain away the ire his wife held for their daughter.

Several months later, the family returned to their isolated home. Rhia was a sensitive child, bursting out in tears regardless of how many times her mother scolded her. Her father continued in his complacency toward Acacia’s emotional abuse. As young as eight years old, her mother proposed a strict meal regiment to minimize Rhia’s excelling growth in baby fat. For your ballet form... She insisted, and Rhia knew only how to listen.

As she grew older, her mother’s controlling habits continued to rear its head and dominate every aspect of Rhia’s life. Her mother dressed her well into her early teens, but eventually she’d hidden a growing collection of her own choosings in an empty picnic basket she kept atop her closet.

Her father grew older and sicker, though his long hours in the classroom stayed the same. They grew estranged, due to time apart and Rhia’s realization her father would never protect her from her mother. After years of idly playing the role of a good, obedient daughter, the first sign of real temptation charmed her into giving up any lingering desire to appease her parents.

Her temptation came in the form of a long-haired pretty boy who was much too old and much too vain to be an appropriate first love for Rhia. Though, she fell head over heels for him all the same. Upon their first encounter, she demanded a spot in his smoking circle, failing to mention it was her first experience. He would continue to be the first of many for her, and Rhia eagerly followed Caleb further each exploratory boundary he pushed her through.

Her mother caught on to her nightlife after several months of staking out and investigating her daughter’s changing behavior. Acacia suspected Rhia was sneaking out of the house long before she actually started, but she reveled in exposing Rhia’s behavior. The consequences were non-negotiable; Acacia was devout and her daughter’s relationship with Caleb involved several many sins.

(tw: domestic violence) She was forced to leave at the hand of her mother’s harassment. While her mother occasionally raised a hand to her before, Rhia was stripped and bruised and humiliated. Her father wept helplessly as the two argued, though Rhia never lifted a finger to defend herself. She packed a duffel bag full of what she deemed essential, and Acacia booted her out of the door, yelling slurs and threatening her only child if she ever returned home.

Freshly sixteen and already defeated, Rhiannon moved into the small house her boyfriend shared with three other roommates. They were smelly, vulgar, and disrespectful, but Caleb fraternized with them so Rhia laughed along. He’d quickly become her entire world, Rhia living and breathing to satisfy every want he had. She would do anything to earn his love, though it was a losing game as Caleb hardly took their relationship serious.

It was his guilt about playing a hand in the destruction of Rhia’s home life that kept them together. He only ever offered up his home to her because he felt bad, especially when she was too nice to him for her own good. So, he sucked it up for a year and a half, giving Rhia the decency of hooking up with people behind her back while allowing her to kiss his ass the entire time.

Soon enough, his interest in someone else peaked, and Caleb finally put an end to the toxic whirlwind of their relationship. She was devastated but forced to take the little savings she’d kept from her experimental work and sublet a room for the rest of her time in high school.

She wasn’t ready to be financially independent, and her life struggling to make ends meet nearly drove her to her wit’s end. Rhia lost all semblance of love and felt no companionship from those around her. She existed as a ghost, draining herself into her part-time job to pay for her shitty, run-down apartment. 

Her lifeline during this time became her sex work, Rhia stayed afloat by putting a price on her presence and charming men to hand over their wallets. Oddly, it was a position of power she grew to crave. She grew to romanticize her own exploitation, transmuting her learned sexual energy into confidence and magnetism. She grew to adore the idolization, healthy sproutlings emerging from the seeds of her father’s love and her stage performance.  

She hadn’t expected her career choice to catch up with her, though it was only a matter of time before word got around at Ogden about Rhia being seen accompanying (and perhaps fondling) a man over twice her age. She has since then recovered from the crippling period of self hatred that followed the stirring gossip, though she never managed to admit to the allegations.

(tw: chronic illness) Unexpectedly, her mother contacted her shortly after the beginning of her sophomore year when her father’s health took a turn for the worse. Through a stiff lip, Acacia practically told the daughter she hadn’t seen in three years she owed it to her to nurse Christopher back to health. Old habits die hard, and reluctantly Rhia packed up her life at Ogden to return home, like a lamb to the slaughter.

In truth, she hadn’t expected her mother to release her clutches as her father’s body slowly healed. He spent several weeks completely incapacitated, in constant pain from his joint inflammation. So, Rhia pleaded with her father instead, telling him of all the tales of her time at school and milking the fondness he held for her. At the promise that she maintain contact with her parents from now on, they didn’t fight her second flight from home.

She'd only been back a few months before she was abruptly pulled out of school, yet again disappearing without so much as a word. Only a few weeks later did she manage to reach out to inform her close friends she was okay. However, she refused to disclose anything about her whereabouts. And after a short reassurance about her safety, she was gone again for months.

To visit her family back in Maine... at least, that's what she's decided to say for now.

Undeniably, she's come back... different. Quieter, more somber, even paranoid. Whereas she shone brightly once like the sun, a hazy fog seemingly follows her every move on campus. Rhia has kept her head down for the most part, going to class as normal and avoiding trouble. Yet, the same question has arisen time and time again following her return... what happened over summer?

the connections

relationship to greer: greer’s project.

Was she to blame for her eagerness to bask in the warmth of Greer’s light? Since she’d stepped on campus, Rhia fell under the golden girl’s spell. Only ever courageous enough to admire (and gossip) about her from afar, she’d learned to steer clear of Greer’s radar in an act of social self-preservation.

They officially met during the latter part of Rhia’s freshman year, both inebriated and seeking solace in the bathroom of some nightclub or another. She recognized the scent of Louboutin before seeing Greer’s blonde waves and pouty lips. Greer didn’t so much as throw her a glance before slamming the stall door behind her, disheveled and unbalanced.

Greer was a notorious party girl, but nevertheless everyone accidentally crossed their limit one time or another. Are you okay? she asked meekly. Fantastic, she answered back, unamused. Eventually, her gentle coaxing convinced Greer to soften her reproach. It wasn’t anything Rhia hadn’t done a million times before for a million other girls - she stroked her back and consoled her through her struggles with a night of overdoing it. 

Of course, Greer likely only allowed so much assuming Rhia was a random chance encounter, rather than a fellow student from the same school. When she broke the news, for a moment she was certain whatever popularity she’d earned in the halls of Ogden were over. 

Much to her surprise, Greer put Rhia under a vow of silence... and in return, promised to make her an honorary Popular Girl with the help of her influence. In all honesty, she often believed Greer could barely tolerate her, let alone value their friendship. Rhia hardly saw the deal as the political scheme for what it was, rather desperately clinging onto the narrative her kindness bred a soft spot in Greer for her. 

She plucked and changed and refined much of Rhia’s public appearance; trading out obscure Rob Zombie shirts, red plaid, unnecessary buckled pieces for tennis skirts and cashmere and headbands. Greer bestowed her with luxury anti-frizz leave in and even several of her outdated designer pieces.

Rhia adored the pampered princess treatment, mending herself to every note of Greer’s and even emulating her mannerisms and speech. She loved the air of luxury she felt around Greer and her friends. She loved the attention. Though, not much could be done to wipe away her innate weirdness or fondness for those who despised what she stood for. 

People close to Rhia would often call into question the legitimacy of her relationship with Greer and her social group. She couldn’t deny there was some truth to these warnings; she bent over backwards to pander to people who likely never would have looked her way in the first place had she not been associated with Greer.

Still, she didn’t gain much from listening to Rhia drone on about her ill-fated love life over FaceTime, attending her showcases, or accompanying her on her many, spontaneous shopping trips. Perhaps some of their dynamic was transactional, but Rhia could accept that, convinced their kinship was genuine and mutual. Greer could be cruel and domineering on occasion, but she was one of the first people to openly encourage Rhia to take ownership of her personhood. 

friends: mari zuko, ollie inoue - bestie <3, monty richler, nate shaw - bestie<3. jacqui velazquez, anya saetang - close friend, charlie fletcher - the blair to her serena<3, parker walsh, link crawford - kindred spirits, leaky wright, greer morrison enemies: alethea pierce - frenemy, milo navarro - disliked by, henrietta astor - disliked by. romantic interests: nate shaw - crush, situationship, it’s complicated. jesse hart - ex-boyfriend. wanted connections: rave buddies, band buddies, BULLY, literally anyone to call her out on her bs, someone she cheated on, someone she was a bad friend to and holds a negative opinion of her, gym partner, toxic friend, maybe an ex fling or two, unlikely allies

the education

school year: junior major: music extracurriculars: ballet company, cheer tumbler, animal rights coalition, KKG (vp of recruitment). orchestra (violin first chair).

[108garys]

✨Fashion��

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @mistmoose @lonnitamongus @oblivious-troll-main Thank you very much for participating with your character suggestions, I've put them all together so this post isn't a mile long and will put them individually under cut

The categories were 1:dress/skirt & 2:pants(leg holes✨), I figured those parameters would make it simpler if it cut down the amount of options per character and rather than asking people I thought "hey I'll leave it to fate"(would you have chosen differently?)

At anyrate time to judge my fashion sense 😁

First up salim! The scarf/shawl type thing is a grey blue with gold roses and that just seemed fitting for him

Secondly Conrad, those pants are redde irl and this rainbow tie dye shawl is one of my faves and I figured these colours are as loud as he is

Apparently I didn't feel like drawing Anthony's hands(there will be a bit of that😅)but I swear I had that same haircut around that age too(and similar colour)

I feel like some mistakes were made with Dar from a technical standpoint, this why I didn't use the pens for the rest of this but I hope you like it anyhow

I knew immediately what I wanted to do when older megan(from any of my aus) was suggested, sometimes you just need a pop of colour

Now for Jason I really wanted to demonstrate how flowy this dress was and also how throwing in a bright colour can still have a similar effect despite how different this is from the last

Now for Jamie I hope I did well picking colours that work with her hair(also I'm sure a pattern is forming by now lol)

For Erin I went with something a little more formal, the top is actually the same one from Conrad's outfit and I really liked this tinny dot of colour in a black/white outfit

The red pants return for Alex, I'll admit he did take me the longest to style but I think it turned out well enough

For Clarice I immediately thought two things, sleeveless and "she'd look cool in that hooded vest" and I hope you agree

Tanya is posed like that because the hair clip is an important part of the look, the bracelet was supposed to match and I like how the necklace works with the neckline of the dress and the overall lines of the outfit(again the dress is floral but I feel like the vibe is communicated regardless)

Last but not least is Nick Kay in grey, I liked doing this, I liked not knowing who is draw or what I'd draw them in, I loved the actual styling and over all I'd say 10/10 would recommend as an art exercise and I can't wait to hear from all of you about how it turned out and what's your fave/rankings 😁

[zoeyblueart]

I want to start drawing ns/ft art again so I’m uploading some old stuff to see if it gets any interest

ID: a digital not safe for work drawing of a tan feminine presenting man. Their blond hair is pulled back with black bunny ears and a clip with three red hearts on it. They are wearing a white lacy see through cami and black see through gloves that go to the upper arm. Their panties are opaque black and below them are thigh high black see through lacy stockings with rose designs. Their body is facing away where the main focus in on their butt and upper thighs and they are twisting at the hip to look back and down at the viewer with a smirk while holding the bottom of the cami slight away from their body. The background is a light blue with gritty texture.

[squirreltastic]

Excuse you, they are dating.

[PHOTO ID: tweet from user RenIsDead. It reads 'bring back little guys!' In all caps. The attached image has two drawings of cat plushies. On the left is a big headed large eyes pink cat, the cat is pink with blue eyes with a yellow star on the left cheek and a pink heart on the right cheek. There are little hearts as ear detail.

To the right is a kitten proportioned grey plush with darker grey stripes and white tips to the paws there is a tiny white collar with a pink string bow at the neck. The face is realistically proportioned with tiny black eyes.

Below this is my drawing of two lolitas in coordinating outfits to the plushes they represent. The drawing is traditional in pen and colored pencil.

The left girl is in a punk lolita coord with a split wig in pink and purple-pink with blunt bangs. She has yellow bows with tiny yellow dots. She has a yellow star hair clip with a blue backing. She has gem cat ears. She is wearing large blue circle lenses and has over drawn eyes with two pink stars under them. She has pink and purple-pink acrylic heart earrings. She has a studded black bracelet, and star and heart themed nails. Her coord consists of black and pink suspenders, a t shirt with pink sleeves and purple-pink trim. There is black lace along the neck hole, purple-pink trim and the main part of the skirt is black. The skirt is a asymmetrical bustle in black and purple-pink trim. The main skirt is purple-pink with yellow lace trim. The belt is black with a silver heart decorative buckle. She doesn't have rights on and has high pink boots on. Tiny metal hearts are at the ankled with strap detailing. The boots are thick and heel platforms.

Both are posed looking at the camera with one arm around each other and the other hand is in a peace sign. The girl on the right is supposed to have a darker shade of skin compared to the girl on left but is lost in the photo.

Girl on right has short wavy brownish-red hair with tiny Sailor chibi moon style cat ear buns. She has blunt bangs and a pink headband. She has added blush to her cheeks. Her collar is white with a black stripe it's squared off, which continued with the cuffs, the blouse is long sleeve with a black strip. She has white gloves on. She has a pink string bow. The dress is a jsk style the torso having a special middle panel that is pink with grey lace and grey roses. She has a black waist tie. The skirt is grey with art at the bottom. The design in grey scale with a ribbon in pink. The depicted art is of a cat with a bow with white paws, a desk mirror, a striped powder box, a large crystal bottle with a tiny bow and a cameo sticker on the front in pink. There is also roses in the background and pearls along the ribbon. You can see the tail of another cat with a dark tip tail. The skirt has dark grey lace along the trim. Her tights are grey with darker grey stripes and her shoes are white with pink details. END ID]

The punk coord is this one with some details changed

[coollyinterferes]

// Muse aesthetics

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. black panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. boars. bats. birds.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

----Jonathan's will be below, under the cut----

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. black panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. boars. bats. birds.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

[dexters-bluemilkshakes]

star wars valentine’s day <3

(i’m rlly sorry this was supposed to include han and leia too but i got very tired and then ran out of time)

Padmé and anakin: Anakin was only home for one valentines day with padmé. The other ones, rest assured, were rife with hearts, just human ones that were beating outside of chests and white armor as skin was shredded. Better than the ones that stopped beating. 

He honestly??? Was so so lost. He realized only a few days before that he would probably be home for valentines day, assuming he wasn’t called away only a day before like the prior year. He scrambled to a store, but all the chocolates were sold out and the 3 credit roses were wilted. Eventually he arrived at her door out of breath, his hair ruffled from exasperated hands, clutching a bouquet of dandelions he found sprouting between cracks in bricks of some apartment building. When he pictured spending the night with his wife, he had imagined fancy sparkly alcohol and in one hand, a pile of chocolate boxes up to his shoulder and a bouquet larger than her door frame in the other. He wanted to give her everything, anything, but all he had was a pretty rock he found two days prior on the tour he had just returned from and this fresh but underwhelming bouquet. 

He was silly to think padmé needed anything less. She had him, after all. 

The disaster trio: (disclaimer: if you take either of these in a shipping way im going to block you. My dad sends me flowers every year. My mom sends my brother and me a box of chocolate hearts. Let anakin get his little sister a gift. Let obi wan and anakin be brothers. anyways.)

It was a total coincidence that anakin HAPPENED to buy a little box of chocolates a few days before valentines day. A heart? Whats that! He doesn’t know what that is. He just likes those chocolates more than other brands and it happens to be small and cheap and who cares that it comes with a little stuffed loth-cat in ahsoka’s favorite color? He didn’t notice, and neither should you. It was a coincidence, yes siree. 

The first year in their apprenticeship, she wasn’t expecting it. Actually, neither was anakin. They had just come back from a particularly long campaign and he was picking up electrolyte water-adage packets from a drug store because ahsoka was incredibly dehydrated from days of fighting under a merciless sun. He saw them in the store, and he realized Valentines day was coming up, and he just impulse bought it mostly for the plushie but also because he couldn’t remember the last time he saw ahsoka smile. 

They didn’t have valentines day on tatooine. He and padmé rarely celebrate more than a clip-art cartoon mutually sent through an encrypted message portal. Anakin had only been home-with padmé- for valentines day once.��

They certainly didn’t have valentines day a the temple. It was the definition of indulgent spending on a loved one. Any argument he could make about how relationships and attachment can be separate and that there is an amount implied to be permissible by the order falls outside of valentines day celebrations. Hence, he and obi wan didn’t ever do anything fun like he found out some schoolroom classes do on the holiday. He didn’t think obi wan acknowledged the holiday until looking back from the inside of a metal black suit and realizing that while he was obiwan’s padawan he never had to do boring drills. Instead obi wan took him to Dex’s after a hard day of “mediating walks” in the room of a thousand fountains. After anakin became a knight, obi-wan would always make him a cup of tea to banish the chill of the temple on the winter day. While reflecting, anakin realized he couldn’t quite recall the taste.   

Kanan and hera: now. They deny to everyone who asks that they celebrate. They are fighting a rebellion. Its important. They don't have time for frivolous things such as-

Oh never mind he managed to find her a meiloorun despite the galactic shortage. 

She glares at him in the way that hera glares when shes mad but not really. She takes it, gently, like its worth its weight in gold (its probably worth more), and pretends she doesn’t recall all the times kanan said he wasn’t hungry or still had plenty of toothpaste left so he could afford it. 

Kanan was a jedi. He told her he didn’t need gifts or fancy food, but some quiet time (and then when they adopted the kids-yes zeb is a kid- some time alone) would be nice. He just wanted her. He always did, he told her. he just didn’t have many opportunities to say it. 

She flew him to the best sunsets and to the shiniest stars, trying to make him laugh with increasingly frightening flying maneuvers, while he worried about the fruit bruising in the back of the ghost. 

Hera, with all her talent and wit, did not notice that even with the most famed sunrises reflecting in her eyes, kanan’s were only on her. 

The ghost KIDS however: Oh. oh they are menaces on valentines day. 1) they tease kanan and hera. Relentlessly. 2) chopper steals everyone’s candy. No he cannot eat it. Yes he gives it back to them. He used to just hide them for a few hours to be Chopper ™. Then he would give them to AP-5 to catalog. He had been getting bored of weapons of all the same shade of gray. His old friend was happy to see some new colors. 

3) sabine doesn’t make people valentines, but she does help kanan make a card for hera. Ezra insisted on getting kanan and hera a card, and made zeb sign in. Sabine stole the card and drew ezra climbing on zebs shoulders while chopper was trying to shock him. “Thanks for putting up with them so i don’t have to” is what she captioned it, and it was the closest she would get to making something mushy. 

4) kanan gets sabine a flower every year. He leaves it in her room when shes not there. Everyone knows not to mention it and sabine pretiends it doesn’t exist, but even ezra notices that she gets a little blue when it finally dies. 

5) zeb is the most awkward because. What. is this. He thinks candy hearts are blasphemous and chocolates are dumb but then chopper chucks a box of those honeycomb snacks that he likes at his head and he finds it a little harder to grumble than he did years before. 

6) ezra’s mom used to make him a goodie bag of chocolates and candy every year. He pretended not to miss it; he had other things on his mind.

No one on the ship could afford chocolate, but hera gave ezra a long long hug and he found that he didn’t feel as sad anymore. 

[dragonskxn]

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[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. boars. bats. birds.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

[goldenheartgirl1]

Ch.8-When you were this small TWST Mafia AU

(warning tags below)

Another classy party, terrible Hors d’oeuvres, and lethargic music. All the things Lilia didn’t care for on his missions but had to accompany Malleus for this occasion. Normally all assignments that Lilia would be given are for tough customers with dangerous lifestyles, that mostly involve someone getting shot, but Malleus insisted he needed him for this night. The blood red eyes scanned the party guests for his target who was rumored to have a fancy for Malleus, not a big surprise by that sentiment, and he quietly sipped wine from his glass. This evening the shorter man dressed in a white long sleeved shirt with gold cufflinks, paired with a black waistcoat with gold buttons and a lining of white down the flaps of the waistcoat as well, and his pants were a black color striped with a lighter gray. His dress shoes were shined and his new black gloves protected him from leaving fingerprints, around his shoulders rested a royal green coat with cream colored cuffs at the ends of the sleeves, and white roses on the shoulders with a gold clip on the front in the shape of a bat. 

One could say he did enjoy dressing up every now and then, but having to pretend he enjoyed these slow and egocentric parties was a pain. He glanced over to Malleus, who was looking stoic as always to the overly enthusiastic guests, and a small smile crossed his features. He had known Malleus ever since the Dorniger Drache leader was a baby, being five years older and a top assassin also meant that Malleus was his pupil in a way. It always made him chuckle now about how stubborn he was when Malleus’s grandmother told Lilia that he would be training her grandson. He would try every trick in the book to avoid the young master until Malleus found all of Lilia’s secret hiding places in the agency. Eventually he had to give in to his bosses orders and train the young man himself how to be an assassin. At an early age, Lilia was already revered by his peers for being at rank 6 when he was sixteen years old, assassins have to go through a total of 12 ranks in order to be a master and very few get that chance. By the age of twenty-four Lilia had successfully become a master and Malleus had received rank 6 himself, along with that Silver was seven years old when he received rank 1. 

It was hard to get to such a high level rank when Silver was adopted, but Malleus helped the boy tremendously in training while also improving his own skills. Lilia could never appreciate Malleus enough for helping him watch Silver. A gentle chuckle escaped the dual-color haired man as he set the glass down and began walking around, his coat fluttering behind him as he scoped out the people in the party and continued to reminisce. He remembered one particular day when Malleus had been appointed to a mission with him, it was a cold winter day in December and Lilia was at the age of sixteen and this was the first mission that Malleus would attend, who was eleven years old at the time. They were on a mission in Pyroxene to subtly kill a famous art gallery owner who loved to sell art on the side to other wealthy people, something that violated his rights and the rights of the artists. Being so young they could only do so much to get into the party, guided in by someone who swiped them VIP passes and then forced to find the man and get rid of him.

“Alright, Malleus you get to lure him to me, I’ll wait behind the curtain display.” Lilia spoke quietly, motioning to the curtains that covered the entrance to the employees area.

Malleus’s eyes narrowed slightly and asked in a very pointed tone. “Why don’t you get him and I will dispose of him?”

“Because I outrank you and your grandmother will be very mad if I put you in danger.” Lilia replied with an aggressive growl. “Just lure him over saying you dropped something and wanted to be a good boy and not cross the “do not enter” sign, okay?”

The boy let out a low grumble of his own before walking off, Lilia only smirked as he walked past the curtains and waited patiently for Malleus to return. A few minutes passed and the teen’s anxiety only grew since he could not hear the young man approaching at all, or the gallery owner for that matter, but the calm chatter through the building suddenly broke out into screams. A loud crash made Lilia look out the curtains, but screams of the guests made him speed out to find Malleus. In the center of the gallery one of the artistic light structures made of glass had fallen onto the owner, blood pooling in the center of the room along with the dead body, Lilia’s eyes quickly noticed the small body running along the catwalks of the gallery building. Letting out a frustrated groan the assassin quickly found the service entrance and ran up the stairs, catching Malleus halfway up and grabbing him roughly by the shoulders.

“Malleus! Do you realize this is supposed to be an “inconspicuous” kill?! Why did you kill him in a hall of rich people and security guards?”

“Either way you look at it, his body would have been found and reported, my grandmother said his death would bring out the other cowards who sell art on the black market.”

“He was supposed to go missing! That was the message!”

The voices of security guards snapped Lilia’s attention away from Malleus, but grabbed onto the boy’s arm tightly as he ran up the stairs and to the door leading to the roof. Lilia took out a hairpin and carefully picked the lock while Malleus stood watch, once the door was opened they sped upstairs and looked for a service ladder or a safe way down. All the while Lilia’s blood boiled angrily. “I still cannot believe you did something so careless without even trying to tell me.”

“You would have stopped me-”

“For good reason! Rule number two is, never be found out and number three is, never leave your partner in the dark!”

“But number one says to never be caught, where number five is if you have an opportunity to dispose of your target do not hesitate.” Malleus argued angrily, his vibrant green eyes scanning the side of the building. “There’s no way down from here, why did you lead us-”

“I have it covered.” Lilia cut him off, taking out special gloves from his pockets that had small sharp cleats on the palm and fingers. “You’re going to get on my back and I’ll scale down.”

“Are you sure you can carry the both of us?”

“I’ve carried far heavier, kid. Don’t make me sound so frail.”

Malleus huffed and waited for Lilia to bend down before climbing onto his back, wrapping his arms around tightly and propping his head on Lilia’s right shoulder. Behind them a few angry shouts called out and Lilia pulled his hood up before leaping off the side of the building, his palms collided loudly with the building next door and slowed their descent greatly. There were police sirens in the distance which made Lilia hurry down the wall and Malleus clung onto him tightly, after his feet touched the ground there was a loud bang and the door on the side of the building was opened with two more guards. The blood red eyes sharpened with an intensity that Malleus had never seen from the teen, the assassin quickly ran down the alleyway passages as the men followed but Lilia was far faster even with the eleven year old on his back. Once he gave the guards the slip with a slide into a small alleyway, Malleus slid off his back and was pushed into the darkest part of the alley.

“Malleus, stay here, I’ll be right back. Do not move an inch, understand?” Lilia ordered, his eyes boring into Malleus and the boy nodded with hesitation.

Lilia walked out then, following after the guards who had passed them and Malleus listened quietly, a few grunts were heard accompanied by two shots from a pistol then everything was soundless. His heart throbbed painfully in his chest as he watched the entrance to his narrow passageway, but soon he eased up when Lilia stepped around the corner. However, in comparison to Lilia’s normal confident attitude, his mentor’s face was twisted in pain which made Malleus run to him. “Lilia? Are you hurt?”

“Y-yeah kid..” Lilia mumbled, then Malleus saw how his left hand was covering his waist and blood was staining his shirt. “Call the agency, I need to sit for a second, tell them it’s a code LOF.”

Malleus did as he was told and used his radio to signal the agency crew on standby, watching his mentor sit in the dirty alleyway as he held his wound. Soon after giving the code, the young boy stepped closer and took off his black coat and pressed it onto Lilia’s wound, causing a painful hiss to escape but gaining a grateful look as well. They sat silently as Lilia focused on his breathing and held the coat to the wound, Malleus stared at his teacher before asking. “Did it hit something vital?”

“Not sure..I’m hoping it just hit an intestine and not the aorta.”

“Lilia..I’m sorry, if I didn’t..I should have spoken with you about my idea..”

“Yes, you should have.” Lilia replied quietly and slowly looked at the boy, surprised to see such a sorrowful expression he tried to make the situation lighter. “Hey, I’m not dying yet, you do not have to cry over me.”

“I’m not crying..” Malleus replied stubbornly. “My grandmother is going to be angry isn’t she?”

“Most likely, but the most important thing is getting home alive.” Lilia muttered then slowly petted the boy with his unoccupied hand. “Malleus, you have great potential but you need to remember that we have rules for a reason, if we try to change them suddenly someone is bound to get hurt..what is rule number six?”

“Do not jeopardize the agency..”

“Right..” Lilia nodded and lurched forward as he coughed into his arm, making Malleus panic and help hold pressure to his wound. Soon the coughing slowed down and Lilia continued. “You’re going to make mistakes..I made a few too, and one resulted in the loss of one of our agents because I didn’t listen. That’s kind of why I did not want you to join me, I don’t work well with partners.”

Malleus thought about Lilia’s words carefully, noticing the flex of anguish in those red eyes, he carefully responded. “When I get stronger, I want to be your partner in all your missions.”

Red eyes locked with the strong green ones, surprised at his apprentice's words and chuckling softly. “We’ll have to see, after all you’ll be taking over the agency some day. Which means we will see each other less.”

“I won’t let that happen.” Malleus replied with determination, earning another pet from Lilia.

A few minutes had passed before more of their agents honed in on their location and quickly took them to the van, Malleus however was soon separated when Lilia was taken to the nearest hospital in Pyroxene. Despite the comforting words of agents saying Lilia was strong, protected, and would be taken care of, the boy couldn’t help but worry. His grandmother did indeed get mad after Malleus confessed to what happened, however his punishment was already enough with guilt eating away at him. Lilia looked so peaceful in the hospital, Malleus took whatever time he could to go see his mentor and always brought a new bouquet of flowers, to which the duel-color haired man just smiled and graciously took them. It was only after Lilia’s forced month-long time off that he discovered Silver in an alleyway and brought him home as his son, to which Malleus did his best to help Lilia out when it was possible. 

Malleus kept true to his word though, even over the span of the years the two were almost always together, whenever Lilia was not training others or out on a mission. Now both were at master assassin levels and the agency, and their business had begun to spread to farther reaches of Nirvana’s Steel and beyond. Coming back to reality, Lilia grinned seeing his target downstairs in the ballroom area and strutted up to the man to offer a drink. The target was a man in his mid-40’s who had a habit of gambling good tax dollars from the people, and rumors were that he wanted to talk to Malleus about a potential investment. It was easy for Lilia to charm the man to drink a cocktail he left a dissolvable pill in, but he would need to keep him occupied for another fifteen minutes before the effects took place. 

“I don’t recognize you.” The man commented then asked. “You must be a close friend of Mr. Von-Brein.”

“Oh no, a good friend of another friend.” Lilia brushed off with a smile and added. “I just never imagined an invitation out of the blue. I’ve only just started out in this city.”

“Well someone so young has plenty of time to grow here.” Lilia grimaced internally of the implication that followed. “Although you’re visually stunning, perhaps one of the modeling agencies could use your features.”

“You flatter me, I’m not interested in strangers staring at my figure.” 

“Excuse me.” Both men turned their attention to Malleus, the two very surprised as the tall stoic figure took Lilia’s hand and pulled him closer. “I apologize for interrupting, but I wish to dance with my friend before we retire for the night.”

“O-oh of course Mr. Draconia! But I was hoping to talk to you about an investment plan.”

“I will be returning to another party soon, perhaps you can meet me there.” Malleus replied in a collected manner before bowing to the man and walking with Lilia to the dancefloor as the music switched to a classic ballroom song. “How long do we have?”

“Until his body goes into shock? seven more minutes.” Lilia replied with a smirk and let Malleus lead him by his left hand. “Don’t tell me you were worried about me.”

“No, never about you Lilia, but I prefer if my escort stays in my line of sight.”

“Aww, so you were worried.”

Malleus rolled his eyes at Lilia’s playful remark and led the dance, despite their height difference Lilia never felt small to his boss and occasionally would switch them so he led the dance instead of the taller man. It had only been a couple minutes before Lilia couldn’t help himself and mentioned. “You know, you did not have to attend the party or have me as an escort, I know for a fact you could have handled the target by yourself.”

“This is true, but I was hoping we would have a chance to relax.”

“Relax? Malleus, my friend, we are at a party surrounded by arrogant, ingrates. I find it more relaxing being at home or at my desk.”

“That is the problem, your definition of relaxing is work or playing video games with your online friends. I don’t believe you’ve socialized outside of the agency.”

“Pot, meet kettle.” Lilia cackled and gasped when Malleus spun him. 

“My point is, I believe we both need to socialize more and spend more time outside of work.”

“Ah~ I see. In that case, there is this amazing concert coming up, normally I just stream it on my TV but if you’re offering to pay maybe we can go.”

“Why should I pay?” Malleus huffed stubbornly, getting a playful glint from the blood red eyes. 

“Because it was your suggestion.”

After a brief staring contest the green eyes yielded and Malleus agreed. “Very well, I’ll pay. But you pay for the next activity.”

“Sounds good to me~” Lilia hummed and then commented. “We should probably start heading back now, we’ve got three minutes.”

“Probably for the best.” Malleus agreed and led the way off the dance floor. “You are getting older Lilia, perhaps you should slow down with the missions. I could always assign you more vacation days.”

“Malleus, this agency is all I really am. I do not want to slow down until I physically cannot go faster.” 

“That is what worries me, you refuse to slow down.”

“What do you think will happen to me? Spontaneously combust?” Lilia joked as he walked outside to their black Porsche, given to them by the agency’s mechanic engineer. 

“You always have surprises up your sleeves, Lilia.” Malleus replied fondly and opened the passenger door for his companion, helping him in before going to the driver's side.

Lilia took this time to take off the coat and remove the eyeshadow around his eyes, pouting a bit when Malleus started the car. “Why don’t you let me drive anymore?” 

“Because you always somehow start a car chase when I do let you. Now, stop avoiding the topic, even Silver had expressed his concern when you fell asleep at your desk.”

“I was tired from playing games! Sebek recommended this energy drink to me and said it may improve my gaming skill. Which he was not wrong but I also played the game so long it was sunrise by the time the caffeine left my system.”

“The point still stands,” Malleus replied in a firmer tone. “You cannot function if you are running low on energy.”

“Stop talking about me as if I’m old.” Lilia pouted, looking at Malleus to make sure the man could feel his gaze. “I’m 34 and you’re only five years younger than me.”

“And in your live you sustained 25 broken bones, 32 surgeries for gun injuries, 150-”

“Okay! Look, that just means I’ve had a full life, your grandmother understood that.”

“But you are not just a normal assassin Lilia, you are a father, a dear friend, and far more than that.” 

“Malleus, I’ll agree to hangout with you more but do not try to force me on a vacation or lesser tasks, I have my own pride and responsibility to the agency.”

The car suddenly screeched to a stop and Lilia gagged as his seatbelt yanked him back to his seat and he looked at Malleus with surprise. The young leader’s hands were clenched around the steering wheel and his eyes closed, his face was pinched in a way of frustration and exhaustion which made Lilia frown. “Lilia..I don’t want you to be like my parents..”

A cold shock ran through Lilia’s spine and he quickly understood what Malleus meant, slowly he brushed his hand over one of Malleus’s and took it off the wheel to hold it in his own. “Okay..I understand Malleus, I will try to slow down, can I have two days off a week plus more vacation days?”

“Yes..” The green eyes slowly opened, glistening from tears as he looked at Lilia and held his hand tightly. 

“How about we get back, grab Sebek and Silver, then go to the ice cream shop you like?” Lilia asked with a soft smile, getting Malleus to smile in return.

“That sounds nice, it will be a good way to wrap up the night.”

A buzzing from Lilia’s phone broke the peace and the assassin took out his phone and cackled. “The police found the body~ Heart attack apparently, such a shame for a man of his age.”

Malleus couldn’t stop the chuckle that rang out from his mouth. “Yes, a shame indeed, although it's even more a shame he didn’t get your number.” To this, Lilia’s laugh became boisterous and he let go of Malleus’s hand to wipe away the happy tears in his eyes. 

[finncomet]

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[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. sheep. cows. pigs. chickens. songbirds. bugs. spiders. butterflies. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. boars. bats. bears.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. ale. mead. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. backpack. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

[innotofproject]

This episode focuses on the Just Above Midtown gallery run by Linda Goode Bryant from 1974-1986, as well as the accompanying Changing Spaces exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art from October 9, 2022 to February 18, 2023.

Written, produced, and edited by Eddie Yoffee. Special thanks to Grace Jackson.

Podcast transcript available below.

“I can just picture myself going up in the elevator and into this very small gallery. It had a lot of power, of course—this true New York energy… We all felt like we were a part of something, that we were seriously part of some significant leap forward with art, with theory.” — Senga Nengudi, artist.

Hello, and welcome to In, Not Of, a podcast dedicated to providing short histories of alternative art spaces for Black and Indigenous creatives. Today’s episode focuses on the Just Above Midtown gallery and the recent Changing Spaces exhibition produced by the Museum of Modern Art and the Studio Museum in Harlem.

Linda Goode Bryant, the visionary behind Just Above Midtown, or JAM, is actually the source of the title of this project, In, Not Of. When JAM was founded, Goode Bryant described it as being intentionally “in, not of the art world.” The gallery was originally located, as the name suggests, just above midtown, only a little ways away from Manhattan’s commercial gallery district. In 1974, when Goode Bryant opened the gallery, the art scene was primarily white and offered few opportunities for artists who fell outside of the norm. Goode Bryant wanted to provide a space for artists of color to experiment and exhibit their work, and that space became the gallery and laboratory we are discussing today.

JAM faced a number of challenges and obstacles from the very beginning. Beyond the general sentiments of the art world at the time, within the Black community there was a strong divide between representational and non-representational artists. This division rose to prominence in the 1960s alongside the question, “what is Black art”? What followed was a debate about defining a Black aesthetic, and the responsibilities of Black artists to their communities. Some people believed that art needed to provide recognizable messages of a political and culturally-specific nature, which abstract art, in their minds, invariably failed to do. Others were more interested in abstraction and tended to define Black art simply as art made by Black people. The debate existed across coasts, with no sense of national unity. Goode Bryant was interested in providing opportunities to artists from all over the country, regardless of the inevitable butting of heads that would result from that decision.

An early instance of backlash occurred at a solo show for David Hammons in May of 1975. Hammons was already somewhat established in California, where he had begun making a series of “Body Prints,” in which he covered his skin, clothes, and other materials in various forms of grease, made outlines on large white sheets of paper by pressing himself into them, and then covered the grease in powdered pigments. This work is what initially caught Linda Goode Bryant’s eye for JAM, but Hammons had a different display in mind at the gallery. He created sculptures out of non-traditional materials such as greasy paper bags, barbecue bones, and clippings of hair he’d gotten from barber shops. On opening night, there was so much outrage that Bryant took the opportunity to stage an impromptu debate about what kind of materials were acceptable to use in one’s art, finally bringing the audience to the conclusion that, while different from his previous work, the Hammons show still had merit. And since many people, Goode Bryant herself included, were still interested in that previous work, another opportunity presented itself: JAM hosted a print-in workshop in which visitors to the gallery were able to make their own body prints alongside Hammons.

Outside of traditional art shows, JAM’s programming included many types of workshops and other forms of community engagement. One of Goode Bryant’s initial concerns was establishing an infrastructure for Black collectors to engage with artists in order to bolster the community and provide support for the art that was being made. It became clear to her that selling art was about relationships, and so JAM needed to bring people together—this led to the establishment of the Brunch with JAM program, which was a series of lunch-time talks by members of the art world from curators to historians to critics. JAM provided cheap, homemade meals to accompany the series.

In 1980, Just Above Midtown moved from its Fifty-Seventh Street location to a warehouse in Tribeca, providing the gallery with significantly more space than before, which Goode Bryant intended to make full use of. From its very beginning, JAM was a place where Black artists could display their work, not in isolation but alongside their white counterparts. Goode Bryant was looking to explore this concept more, in order to let audiences decide for themselves if there was a real difference in the quality of the works. Of course, the choice to move to Tribeca was not just about including more white artists, but also about bringing the gallery further downtown in order to interact with other experimental artists, and now that they had more space they could also explore various modes of performance art and media that were previously inaccessible.

However, complaints from neighbors about late night events led to JAM having to relocate once again, this time to SoHo in 1984. This was to be the final iteration of Just Above Midtown. At the beginning of this episode, I referred to JAM as not only a gallery, but a laboratory. Goode Bryant herself described the project that way, and one of her goals for the new location was to provide a space for artists to work without the pressures or responsibilities of exhibiting and selling works in a commercial setting. Alongside that conceit, Goode Bryant also wanted to offer opportunities for the incorporation of new technologies in film and sound. As Kellie Jones writes, by the time JAM made its final relocation, “the curatorial process was no longer memorialized in objects but contained in living possibilities that held out ‘an alternative or corrective to the failures of mainstream institutions and ideologies.’”

The original intentions of JAM had evolved and shifted over the years, moving away from involving the Black community in standard consumerist art practices and instead towards a reshaping of the art world’s entire infrastructure. On this level, and on a more practical financial level, Just Above Midtown was not designed to be a permanent space—in many ways, this was a known impossibility, particularly because much of the project was financed with credit card debt that Goode Bryant herself incurred. By 1986, JAM had gotten into hot water with multiple landlords and the IRS, and it was no longer tenable to maintain the space. JAM closed its doors in SoHo in August, but several interdisciplinary projects continued around New York with the support of the staff up until 1989.

Though JAM no longer exists, many of the artists involved in its programming continue to make work today, making use of the creative and professional connections that were forged. Goode Bryant has pursued a number of projects across a variety of media, including her 2003 documentary project, Flag Wars, which explores conflicts around gentrification in a neighborhood in Columbus, Ohio.

More recently, Goode Bryant is the visionary force behind Project EATS, which she founded in 2009. The project has established several neighborhood-based farms in New York, which provide places for community programming, food pantries, farm stands, and even, in one location, prepared food. Alongside the farm sites, Project EATS runs the Art Inside/Out program, which is a series of artist commissions that aims to bring art outside of the museum and into local communities. The program works with several artists who exhibited at JAM, incorporating their art into installations at their farms and creating a spiritual successor to the boundary-pushing work of Just Above Midtown.

Senga Nengudi reflected back on her time at JAM, saying: “It’s sort of like when you throw a rock into a pond and it ripples outward in concentric circles, that’s how JAM was. It just kept expanding from the center, which was Linda. It kept expanding and getting larger and more beautiful.”

The most recent iteration of Just Above Midtown occurred earlier this year in the form of the Changing Spaces exhibition which ran from October 9, 2022, to February 18, 2023 at the Museum of Modern Art. The exhibition was a collaboration between MoMA and the Studio Museum in Harlem, whose current Director and Chief Curator, Thelma Golden, alongside many others, put together a beautiful tribute and re-imagining of the gallery.

Representing JAM at MoMA was certainly a challenge, but one that the organizers successfully met. Reviews of the exhibition were overwhelmingly positive, with visitors remarking on how well curators were able to lay out the different eras of JAM and represent the vast variety of visual art, performances, and collaborations that occurred thanks to the art workers involved with the gallery. Goode Bryant’s record-keeping proved to be essential to the exhibition, as a wall of receipts and messages demonstrated the financial difficulties that faced JAM throughout the gallery’s existence, making clear to audiences the individual work and mutual aid that went into keeping JAM afloat.

The presentation of Just Above Midtown at the Museum of Modern Art was successful not only because of the support the exhibition received, but because so many of the people who were involved with JAM and Goode Bryant are still invested in the cause: MoMA’s exhibition therefore is a celebration of the foundational work Goode Bryant and so many others did in order to make space for artists of color within the art world. While there are obviously still many obstacles facing Black artists today, the Changing Spaces exhibition provides hope by showing that though JAM’s doors may be long closed, the spirit of the gallery lives on.

The information from this episode comes in large part from the exhibition catalog for Changing Spaces, as well as the Museum of Modern Art’s digital record. These sources and accompanying images can be found linked on the podcast’s page.

This has been In, Not Of. Thank you for listening.