#but I do like that they're purple. guy with a favorite color.

[bumblingbabooshka]

I forget that Tuvok has a legit Security office bc he’s never in it but anyway this post is about whatever that tapestry[?] behind him means. I want so badly for it to be the equivalent of some kitschy mom saying. Like the most basic trite thing imaginable.

[jenniferjareauwife]

Could you do a celeb reader x jj where the teams finds out who reader is and is shocked

Actress

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: innuendo

word count: 823

summary: request above 👆

"Are you sure they're gonna like me?" I asked.

"Of course. They're gonna be jealous. Of me. Because I'm the one who get to spend my life with you."

"Don't they have some kind of prejudice against actors or something?" I looked in the mirror and fluffed up my hair a bit, about to re apply my lipstick before she stopped me.

"Babe. It's gonna be fine. This isn't a red carpet. They're coming to my apartment. It's fine."

"Yeah but-"

"None of them are gonna care if you're best dressed or not."

"Are you sure."

"I promise. They're FBI Agents. Not the founders of Prada."

"Ok." I let out a breath and flopped down on the couch.

"They're gonna love you."

Fifteen minutes later all of JJ's friends came through the door at once. They all froze once they saw me, stopping their laughter and their conversation. "JJ you said her name was y/n. YOU NEVER MENTIONED IT WAS Y/N Y/L/N!" I woman with blonde hair squealed.

"Well I didn't-" JJ started.

"You have no excuses." The woman rushed over to me. "Hi nice to meet you I'm Penelope Garcia. I loved you in Dune!" She had a huge smile on her face.

"Thanks. It's nice to meet you." I shook her hand and looked over at the rest of her friends who had their jaws hanging open.

"Ok guys. Stop staring. I have sandwiches out on the table and a few games picked out." JJ sat down next to me and put her hand on my back.

I tried to remain casual, like I didn't have a dozen eyes watching me from across the room. "Do they always stare?" I whispered to her.

"Just at you."

"Thanks." I sighed and leaned into her.

"They just didn't expect it to be you. You know? They're shocked that they're meeting a celebrity, and that I'm dating one." She kissed my cheek and pulled me into her. "If you're uncomfortable just tell me."

"Ok." I rested my head on her shoulder, smiling as everyone came into the cozy living room.

"Do you guys wanna watch a movie or play some games?" JJ asked.

"What's your next movie?" A muscular bald guy asked.

"I actually can't say."

"Come on. We won't tell anyone."

"I legally cannot say."

"What's your favorite color?" A woman with dark brown hair asked. "I'm Emily by the way."

"Um...probably purple." It was refreshing to be asked such a simple question again.

"Do you have any pets?"

"I have an Australian Shepherd named Elmo."

"I have a cat named Sergio."

"I've always wanted a cat." I gave JJ a small pout. "I've tried to convince JJ to get one but she says one dog is already too much."

"JJ!" Penelope gasped.

"What?" JJ tried to defend herself but her fate had already been decided. Penelope and Emily started attacking her on how she could say no to getting a cute little kitten. "Are you gonna defend me at all or no?" JJ asked.

"No. Because I agree with them." I shrugged and listened to the rest of their lovely points about why we should get a cat. "See? We could get a little ginger cat and you can pick the name."

"But-"

"Baby please." I gave her my best puppy eyes and everyone laughed. I felt more relaxed now. These were cool people.

"Ok fine." Everyone cheered so I laughed, hiding my face in JJ's neck. She stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. "See? They love you baby." She whispered to me. "You had nothing to worry about."

"Well I know that now." I tilted her head towards mine, pulling her in for a sweet kiss. I felt everyone's eyes on us but I didn't care. We would have to get used to it anyways, once we went public.

"I never would've guessed you were this lovey dovey." Morgan said with a laugh. "In all your movies you play such cold hearted characters."

"I like a challenge." JJ smiled and kissed my cheeks a few times after I pulled away. I looked back at her and pecked her lips before giving her my bedroom eyes.

"Ok guys, party is over." JJ announced.

"We've only been here for an hour." Penelope protested.

"Why are we leaving?" Spencer asked, confused as Morgan tried to usher him out of the room. "Guys?"

"It's ok Spencer. One day you will understand." Emily sympathized. I giggled as JJ pined me down to the couch, excitement rushing through me as I heard the door shut. Before JJ went any further she just stared into my eyes, leaning so close our lips were just centimeters away.

"I love you so much."

"Why don't you show me then?" She didn't wait a second to connect our lips in a passionate kiss. I knew it was going to be a long night.

[marveliciousfanace]

I've said for the better part of two years, well before it was even announced, that a Misfits and Magic season 2 might kill me, and in fact it tried (in only the best ways)! And not only did it give me the gift of a new all-time favorite D20 episode (sorry, Neverafter's "Once Upon A Time," there's a new dealing-with-PC-death-in-the-most-perfect way episode, and it's "A Place of Knowing"), it also gave me something I've been waiting years for: little lineart symbols that perfectly match my usual tattoo aesthetic, so I can finally get the D20 tattoo I've been dreaming of, for my favorite campaign, no less.

Just one problem: I'm not much for social media, and having consumed all the MisMag season 2 content I can find, I still can't find anything that confirms what all six of the little creature symbols should be. So I figured I'd farm the question out to the internet, and see if anyone saw/heard something I missed. So: the index cards.

The warm half of our color wheel, as depicted by the Gowcentric Orrery, is straightforward. The symbols appear on Tabby in direct coordination with their names when the Pilot Program visits Galamanis, the Qohlye, and Weugan in episodes 2, 3, and 6. They also all look reasonably recognizable as their animals (I'd say the Qohlye the least, and Weugan the most, but there's still a winged goat, a lizard, and a dog in the shapes). So that was easy. The problem is, unless I missed something, we're not shown the other three island/creatures in as straightforward a way.

Across different episodes, we do see symbols that clearly represent Tabby, the knotted symbol for magic's rules, and, of course, Tabby's enemies to lovers best friends relationship with Jammer, but because they're recognizable, I discounted them from my research. But, in episode 4 (on Seegenpelater) we do see three other symbols, which are never formally explained on the show, appearing when the Pilot Program are conversing with text-Tabby. Without finding anything to confirm or deny it, I've assumed that these three other symbols are in fact the cool side of our color wheel, breaking Tabby's pictogram language into the six basic magic principals he was made to coordinate. Which leaves the problem of working out which symbol is which of our favorite little magic guys.

With limited understanding, the only clues I really could think to go off of were the general shape of the symbol, and the word they appear before on Tabby's tablet when he's doing his magic-eight-ball routine. I'm almost 100% certain the above symbol is Seegenpelater's. I'd say this looks about as close to a two-headed camel as the warm side of the wheel looks to their animals. It also was accompanied by the word "doubtful" on Tabby's screen, which I do think corresponds reasonably to Seegenpelater being the basis of illusory/enchantment magic (ie, magic that casts reality in doubt). That would make it the blue wedge, opposite Galamanis, and leaves us with purple (Miskoro) and green (Tadershecourt).

This is where I hit the snag. I don't think either of these especially resembles our boy Tad. I could honestly see an argument for either depicting an antlered creature. My best guess is that the one on the left is Miskoro and the one on the right is Tad: I'd say the left looks to me like a winged guy with a tail, and the right does have a vague skull shape to it. We also see both of these symbols used twice. The left symbol accompanies the phrase "likely," while the right is joined with "ask later." I don't find that particularly helpful, since both phrases to me could be associated with Miskoro's transformation magic, but given that Tad's is a magic of curtailing/lessening, I'd be more inclined to give him the latter (also, I think it looks like a power button, and it's fun to think about Tad's symbol literally being a kind of off switch).

Assuming I'm correct, and that these symbols do all correspond to the orrery (as opposed to us just not seeing some symbols because it didn't come up during gameplay), that would make our full, official Gowcentric Orrery look something like this (apologies for the quick, shitty sketch):

Does anyone know a confirmation one way or the other if this is right? If @quiddie or the Dimension 20 art team has released an official version? I've literally been thinking about this for the past two months, so if anyone else has an answer, or even just a theory, I'd really love to hear it!

[poetryandfluffycats]

Quiz time!

A/N: took a small break but im back and im writing bungo fics. hope you enjoy

Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader

Warnings: dark content, kidnapping, mentions of animal violence, mentions of human violence, implied abuse

Content: Nikolais been keeping you trapped in his basement for 3 weeks now. What does he have in store for you today? You have no idea

Words: 1.0k

Oneshot under cut!

"Oh darling! I'm home!"

The infamous voice of Nikolai Gogol shot through the basement, followed by the sound of his leather shoes creaking against the stairs. My head snapped up from its place on the pillow, watching him with wide eyes as he descended to the bottom of the staircase. The jester had a smile on his face, seeming all too giddy about... something. What that something was, I had no idea.

He was quick to skip over to me, looming over my curled up form under the covers, a hand buried deep into the abyss of his coat. He pulled out a bouquet of pink roses, shoving them under my nose. "For you, my dove" he purred, his voice dripping like sickly sweet honey.

I took them, albeit hesitantly, and examined them with a cautious eye. They were pretty, a light, pastel pink color with a white ribbon tied around the stems, and smelt like heaven. A sweet-but not too strong-floral scent that reminded me of the spring time. It was a nice gift, no one could deny that, but knowing Nikolai...

There had to be some type of ulterior motive.

"Pretty..." I murmured, holding the flowers close to my chest. "Thank you..."

I hadn't spoken much since I got here, only ever really muttering a word or two to keep him satisfied. He talked enough for the both of us, anyway, or at least that's what he had said when my lack of words first was noticed by him.

"Only the best for my sweetest dove! Now, come come, what shall we do today? You're probably just dying to have some fun, right? Aha! I know!" Before I could fully understand anything he had said, Nikolai pulled the covers back and lifted me in his arms, carrying me bridal style as he twirled around the basement.

"Quiz time!"

Quiz time. His way of asking personal questions on the justification that it was 'just a game' and 'there's no need to be shy". Sometimes he'd throw in random questions about Ukrainian literature, to which I almost never got right. I think that maybe he thought that asking a few general questions among all the pervy, personal ones would make me more comfortable, or less likely to catch on to the real meaning behind his game. It didn't.

I hated Quiz time.

Nikolai plopped me down on the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of me. His teeth showed as his lips curled upwards into a toothy grin, head tilted to the side and eyes blown wide. Maybe that's just how he always looked.

"Question 1! What is your favorite color?"

It was such a simple question, childish even. Something a teacher would ask their preschoolers on the first day of school. Yet, it made my throat close up, heat beating faster and faster as the seconds ticked by. What was my favorite color? Did I even have one anymore? What was the point in having a favorite color if I was trapped down here?

"Uh..." I stuttered, eyes flickering around the room. Anywhere was better than Nikolais cold, mismatched eyes. "Purple... b-but I also like red"

Nikolai clapped his hands together, a high pitched squeal leaving his lips. "Wonderful! Gosh you are just too cute, I might simply combust! But then you'd be stuck cleaning my brains off the wall which I don't think you'd like very much, so I'll refrain for you, my darling"

Cleaning brains off the walls? He said it so casually, like it was a normal passtime for him. Was it? Probably.

"Question 2! What is your favorite animal?"

This one was easy enough, and a small smile creeped onto my face as I answered. "Kittys, I have a few at home. They're the best little guys"

My heart ached at the thought of my fur babies. How long had they gone without food or water? Without being pat or doted on? Did they miss me? Had someone taken them in or were they sitting at the window waiting for my return?

Would I return?

Nikolai squealed again, his smile growing impossibly wider, the tips of his lips nearly touching his ears. "Cats are adorable! So fluffy and cute and squishy! I would just love to squeeze them until their little heads popped off!"

He suddenly scooted closer to me, the space between us slowly decreasing until our knees knocked together. He brought his fingers up to my cheeks, pinching them as if I was a baby. "Just like you! Squish, squish, squish! So damn cute"

Our noses bumped together as he leaned in closer, those cold eyes hyper-focused on my lips. I felt like I might hurl as his hands trailed down from my cheeks to my waist, his fingernails digging into the flimsy fabric of the nightgown he forced me into my first day here. This was wrong. So, so wrong.

"Please" I whined, tears threatening to spill at any second. "Please don't"

I had been so lucky the past 3 weeks with him not touching me, not with sexual intent anyway. No kissing, no touching, no... sex. Nothing. He would ask his stupid questions, force me to play his stupid games, and lay with me in bed at night, but that was it. But now, it seemed my luck had finally run out.

"Question 3!" Nikolais voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down my spine. "Now, dove, this is the last question, so make sure you pay extra attention, mkay?"

Not like I had a choice.

"Who do you love the most in this whole wide world?"

There was only answer to that question. Only one answer he wanted, anyway. I had learned the hard way what the consequences of getting it 'wrong' were. It was so degrading, humiliating, dehumanising even, the punishment he had given me for answering with the wrong person. I wasn't keen to go through that again.

"You, Nikolai. I love you the most" I sounded robotic, like a puppet. Which in reality, I kind of was. Just a little puppet in his clown show.

"Correct! 3 for 3, you're so smart! Now, for the reward"

And then, his chapped, cracked, messily painted lips were on mine. It wasn't recpirocated, it wasn't even pleasant. It was gross, slimy, wet like a fish. Maybe I could pretend I was making out with a fish. That would've been million times better than this bullshit.

I hated it.

I hated him.

I hated myself.

[xoxoavenger]

Give Me Your Weekends

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

summary: But I knew you/Playing hide-and-seek and/Giving me your weekends, I/I knew you/Your heartbeat on the High Line/Once in 20 lifetimes, I/And when I felt like I was an old cardigan/Under someone's bed/You put me on and said I was your favorite

word count: 1263

cardigan masterlist main masterlist

"So, ya know how today was supposed to be our date night?" Y/N says as she gets home from work. JJ had just gotten back as well, but John B was still out. Sarah was on the couch, and for a moment Y/N thought of how weird it was that they were all living together.

"Yes." JJ starts, walking in and pausing. "Just like every other Saturday night."

"I got a call from the Kamps," She starts. She feels guilty, she does, but she couldn't pass this up and she hopes JJ agrees. "They asked me to babysit. They're paying well and we really need the money." They were trying to move out, because recently Kie and Pope had been staying over and there wasn't enough room for all six of them in the Chateau. Plus, it would be nice to have their own place, to show their parents that they were responsible despite their upbringing.

"It's fine." JJ smiles and puts his hands on her arms, effectively calming her down. "I'll come too, and we can make it a date night." She can't believe she got someone like JJ. Someone who would give up his date night, his weekend, just to be with her while she babysat.

"It's overnight." She cringes as she says it, but JJ just smiles and pulls her in.

"We can play house." She smiles as her face heats, her heart being overloaded with feelings.

"I love you." She tells him, arms around his neck as his rest low on her hips. She leans in for a kiss, and of course he accepts.

~

When they make it to the house, JJ realizes this is not in Figure Eight, like he once thought. This family lives on the cut.

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much!" Mrs. Kamp is saying, her hair a mess. She's disheveled, and JJ has a feeling he knows what she's gonna say before she says it. "I'm so sorry for the late notice, but our usual babysitter was busy and Mike's mother is in the hospital on the mainland."

"It's no problem, really. I hope your mother-in-law is alright." Y/N says with a smile. Mr. Kamp comes out with a bag over his shoulder. They thank the young couple one more time before heading out, leaving Y/N and JJ with the kids.

The kids who are much younger than Y/N thought.

Of course, Mrs. Kamp never told Y/N how old the kids were, but she assumed that at least one of them were older than five. However, they looked around two and four, both coloring at the table. There was a note on the counter, telling Y/N that she's welcome to sleep in their bedroom and to help herself to anything in the fridge or pantry, that Mrs. Kamp will text her to let her know when they will be coming back.

"Hello," She says cheerfully once she finishes reading, the two kids looking over at her. The older one was a little boy who looked like the carbon copy of his mother. The girl looked more like a mix of both, hair braided nicely. "My name is Y/N, and this is JJ." It was then that Y/N realized that she didn't know the name of the kids.

"My name is Landon." The boy says, going back to coloring. "My sister is Jane." Jane is still looking at them with wide eyes, clutching her crayon.

"Did you guys already eat dinner?" Y/N asks, not seeing any signs of a meal in the kitchen.

"Yeah. Mom made us mac n cheese and chicken nuggets." Landon spoke very well for a kid his age.

"Cheese!" Jane yelled, smiling brightly.

"Do you mind if I color?" JJ asks, going to sit on the empty seat next to Jane. She nods and hands him the purple crayon. "I like this picture you've made." Y/N's heart swells as she watches JJ with the little girl. They don't look anything alike, but Y/N can't help but feel her feelings expand out of her chest.

"I made a pirate." Landon says as Y/N goes to sit next to him. What he made is not a pirate, but in fact a bunch of scribbles.

"It looks wonderful." She says, smiling as she looks it over. "The shading is the work of a true artist." She tells him, watching him beam and blush.

After they were done coloring, Jane looked up at JJ with big eyes and said "Hide seek?" JJ wouldn't be caught dead saying no to this girl, so he nods and helps her clean up. The couple cover their laughs when the kids are hiding terribly, behind curtains or under blankets. At one point they lose Landon for a couple minutes, long enough for them to freak out slightly until they finally find him in the shower of the bathroom. After that, they get the kids ready for bed without a hitch. They ask for their parents once, but otherwise they go to sleep with their water bottles on each bedside table.

"I brought something for us to share on the patio." She tells him, smiling as she goes to her small duffle bag and pulls out two bottles of beer.

"A woman after my very heart." JJ smiles, leaning in to kiss her as he grabs a beer.

"I've already got it." She tells him. He shrugs with a smirk, taking her hand and leading her out to the patio. It's nothing special, just a small area that looks out the marsh. There's a couch swing, which they both slowly sit on.

They sit on the swing for awhile, Y/N leaning against JJ's chest, her legs curled up. He has his arm around her, thumb caressing underneath her shirt. When her beer falls against his leg and dribbles out the remains that she hadn't drank he looks over to see her asleep, mouth slumped open and body slack. For a minute JJ wants to keep her here. She's against his chest, which means she's listening to his heartbeat, something he knows she loves. So, for another half an hour, he lightly swings, finishing his own beer and listening to Y/N's soft breathing. But then he's starting to fall asleep, so he has to wake her up with a kiss to the forehead and some low murmuring.

"I want to stay out here." She tells him, but he just moves them to sit up and stand.

"The bed will be so much more comfy." He tells her, but she's still grumbling.

"I was comfy." She frowns, but he leads her inside, making sure the beer bottles are in his bag. He gets her ready for bed, helping her change and brush her teeth sleepily before stripping and hopping in with her. She moves around so that she's laying on his chest, asleep almost immediately.

"I love you," He tells her right before he goes to sleep, sure she's already asleep. He kisses her forehead and almost jumps when she leans and kisses his chest.

"I love you more." With that JJ almost can't sleep, because his heart feels so light. "I want to get married." He tenses, heart pounding as he hears her breathing even out. He feels sick thinking about that kind of commitment; his parents were married, and look how that turned out. His father almost killed his mother before she left, and now he's the one with bruises. Oh God, what if she wants kids? He'd turn out just like his dad. He'd ruin everything.

JJ has to leave.

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler

[archangeldyke-all]

hihi! :) (let’s hope the tumblr gods don’t eat this)

do you have any thoughts about modern sevika tastes? i.e how she dresses, the scents she likes to wear, the music she might like, what her phone case might be like. things like that! :)

- topdrop anon

i have a few, but i would LOVE to hear your guys thoughts in the comments too!!

men and minors dni

she dresses practically: pants with lots of pockets, shoes with steel toes, breathable and easy to wash fabrics. but i think she's got a little fashion sense in her, and she knows how good she looks, so she's always buying her clothes just one size too small so all her muscles are on full display, pulling and tugging at the tight fabric of her clothes.

lots of shades of gray and black. some earthy tones-- olive greens and tans and browns. a few pops of color here and there: her favorite red jacket, the purple beanie she wears in winter.

all her socks are black. but her boxers are the cutsy-est things you've ever seen. prints of little hearts, dogs, kitties, ducks, lolipops; writing over the ass like 'eat me' or 'kiss me'; she keeps most of her attire serious, but her undies are always goofy.

i think her left arm would either be a prosthetic or covered in tattoos. shoulder to fingertips.

she's totally the type of person to drive in silence. or listen to the news. she doesn't really listen to music, but she's got a few jazz vinyls she's always cycling through at home. i think it's mostly instrumental, but she does have a soft spot for some soulful singing (which means she cries when nina simone comes on every. single. time. and can you blame her?)

as much as i want to make her a punk-rocker, i just think she'd find it noisy and annoying hahaha.

her phone case is either clear, or it's super bulky and has a little latch on it so she can latch it to her belt lmaoooo.

she keeps the background photo as the default picture it comes with, until she meets you. (she changes it to a pic of the two of you kissing the SECOND you agree to be her girlfriend. she grins after you say yes, pulls her phone out, and quickly changes her background, whispering, "fuck yes, i've been waiting to get rid of this boring ass wallpaper.")

i don't know how to describe scents, but i picture her smelling fresh, like kinda minty, but in a irish spring way. sandalwood too. but on top of all her soaps and lotions, she wears a really warm scented cologne, like tobacco and brown sugar and whiskey and coconut. like amber-y smelling?

she tries to deny the fact that she's got a sweet tooth. she's always munching on chips or nuts or other salty snacks. but that's just because if she starts on a sugary treat, she won't be able to stop herself until it's all gone.

you find this out after you gift her a pan of brownies for her birthday in the morning, and find that they're gone by lunchtime.

now, you always keep little chocolates and hard candies on you to pass to her when she looks stressed. she always gives you the biggest, happiest eyes you've ever seen, like you've just handed her a check for a million dollars instead of a peanutbutter cup.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai

[dailyhmsw]

HIHIHI!!!! i’ve been seeing that you’re accepting asks now and it’s been such a joy to read them and know this entity (you :]👋) of daily awesome art better. as a bystander who follows you. your work is so neat and i will never hush up about it‼️‼️

as for my ask….hmmmmm…..what’s your favorite like…aspect of either an element you included in ur personal hms designs, or one you’ve seen in others’? it can be themes, color palettes, psychology, demeanor, metaphors—anything! examples include celestial theming, how a character thinks/a struggle they’re dealing with, or parts of their design that mean something literally or metaphorically. objective observations??

i’m really inspired by how creative the cj fandom is. no design is superior over another ofc, as how people interpret the characters reflect what they like and see the fellas as. interpretation is an art form! wow. writing that makes me realize that chonny’s fandom came from him interpreting music into his own thing (and ergo hms narrative), and then the fans interpret that narrative into their own thing. the loop never ends 😔💀/silly

FIRST AND FOREMOST, THANK YOU ^_^ !!! i agree also, the fandom never fails to inspire me, everyone in it is so crazy talented and makes me even MORE insane about the stupid guys from my songs,,

NOW favourite aspects,, there are a lot of things i love seeing on different hmsw designs but one thing i will always be insane for is when people make them look distinctly inhuman,, i will forever preach about robot/android mind or creature animal heart or whatever the fuck soul is (empty vessel?) because whatever they are they're NOT humans!!! not entirely!! and i love when people write this into their behaviour too! making mind stiff and speak more robotically while heart is always fidgeting and jittery and he has claws and these massive uncontrollable wings.. auaygauaghj

another thing is when people include aspects/colors from the others into their designs,,,.... for example heart with red accents or mind with purple accents and so on..,, or better yet when people include orange in their designs AUGH. it's so good

CELESTIAL THEMING IS ALWAYS BANGER of course heart and mind as the moon and sun is absolutely perfect, but i also like when people throw other planets into the mix?? and i love soul as the stars, it fits him well, but i'm personally subscribed to the headcanon of soul as the sky,, which holds the sun and moon,,,,

something i do personally is to always break up their faces, if that makes sense? with heart's blindfold, mind's screen and soul's shadow/clouds ...,, the face is something that makes your brain recognize what you're seeing as a fellow human, but as previously stated, i love when there's something Wrong with them, so maybe their faces being broken up makes them look much less human...,, hehehe

there are countless things that i love to see on these character designs and if i wanted to rattle them all off we'd be here forever. but i'm just saying, i haven't seen a single design that i haven't liked!!!!! i'm talking a lot about visual details here because once i get started on their psychology i never shut up and i don't want this post to be too long HJAHAHHA but yeah!! cheers!

[viviennevermillion]

winged surprise

notes: just a little something i wrote before going to bed. a short scenario about malleus flying you back to the dorm after an exhausting PE exam and giving you some affection ❣️

contains: malleus draconia x gn!reader, touching malleus's wings, affection, cuddling, fluff

warnings: mention of showering together

PE was hardly one of your favorite classes; especially on exam day when you had to try your hardest to get a good grade. Who even makes up these stupid exercises to get evaluated on? You sighed and let out an annoyed groan when you glanced to your side and found that the water bottle you had brought with you was already empty. You didn't even remember that you had finished it.

Your head hurt from the exhaustion and your breath was ragged and you weren't even halfway through the test.

"You seem out of breath", a certain dragon fae noticed as the two of you walked over to the next area of the sports field where each student had to do as many push-ups as possible in a minute, "I did not think this exercise could be so taxing to someone." He laid a finger to his chin, contemplating your current state. "Says the guy with the physical advantages in the 'physical advantage' class", you let out a bitter laugh and could have punched Vargas when you heard him call out to the two of you to hurry up already.

Once the exam was over, the students packed up their things and left the coliseum. You were still sitting on the bench, letting the wind blow past you in an attempt to cool yourself. Your heart was beating rapidly and your legs were shaking from straining your muscles during the exercise. "Here. I don't need it, you can have it", you opened your eyes to see Malleus standing in front of you, handing you his own water bottle. You mumbled a barely audible 'thank you', before almost downing the whole thing in one go. Malleus sat down beside you, taking your shaking hand into his and rubbing it gently. "Do you feel better now? Can we head back to the dorm?", he asked softly and wrapped an arm around you which you pushed off immediately, checking your surroundings for any prying eyes. For a prince, who would be most affected if someone were to find out about your secret romance before announcing it officially with the approval of Briar Valley's royal court, Malleus was surprisingly careless. His desire for your affection sometimes won over his caution when it came to hiding your relationship.

"Just give me a minute", you mumbled, closing your eyes again and feeling as if you could pass out right there on the bench. Instead, you could feel yourself being lifted by Malleus; finding yourself in his arms before you could feel a shadow blocking the sun from your face. You opened your eyes again and your gaze fell onto two majestic dragon wings attached to Malleus's back. Your fingers reached for them but Malleus swatted your hand away. "You're going to fall if you turn like that", he said and then smiled down at you, "you can touch them once we're back at the dorm." You nodded, marveling at the way the scales would shine in green, purple and black colors depending on how the light hit his wings.

"You've never shown these to me before", you remarked with a smile on your face, closing your eyes and leaning your cheek against Malleus's chest as you could feel him lifting off the ground and the air around you getting a little cooler, much like you had wanted, "they're beautiful." "I'm glad you think so, my love", he held you safely in his embrace, grateful that you had trusted him this much. "So what, I'm just getting a whole flight back to the dorm?", you asked and chuckled. Malleus affirmed and you enjoyed the rest of the flight in silence; sometimes gazing at the scenery below. But most of the time you were focusing on the wind and the feeling of flying as well as the sound of Malleus's heartbeat you could hear with how close you were.

Once you had arrived at Diasomnia, Malleus had put you down on the bed gently and let you catch your breath before the two of you took a shower to wash off the reminders of Vargas's hellish PE exam. Malleus could feel you were still exhausted by the way you were leaning against him with your eyes closed the entire time, sitting down at every possible opportunity. "Are you sure you'll be okay?", he asked and you could hear a little worry in his voice. "It's sports. It's annoying and exhausting but nothing that will kill me, sunshine", you nuzzled his neck and he enjoyed the sensation with a satisfied smile, closing his eyes as well.

When you had left the bathroom, Malleus opened his wardrobe and tossed you a simple black shirt of his. You sat down on the bed and put it on as well as the spare pants you had packed for PE. Malleus looked at you for a moment, noticing once again how adorable you looked wearing his shirt. "It suits you", he smiled and reached into the wardrobe again to pull out a t-shirt for himself as well. "Well then, maybe I should keep it", you teased and Malleus smirked at you as if he was challenging you. "Did no one teach you not to steal from a dragon?", he joked and closed the wardrobe, sitting down beside you, "it's just a jest. You can have it, if you want."

He grabbed the green shirt he had gotten for himself and was about to put it on when you stopped him. "You promised to show me your wings again", you reminded him and he chuckled. "You're right, I did say that", he spoke softly and manifested his dragon wings, accidentally knocking the lamp off the nightstand in the process. You picked it up and put it back to where it stood before you focused on Malleus's wings. You knew he could summon them even while he was wearing clothes but to see how they connected to the soft skin of his back was different. There were small scales surrounding the base and you touched them carefully, eventually running your fingertips along his wing. Malleus had closed his eyes and his breathing slowed. His wings were quite sensitive, yet he found your touch relaxing and enjoyable. You ran your fingers over one particular spot on his wing and he started flapping it uncontrollably.

"My apologies if I startled you", he kissed your forehead gently, "I'm merely a little ticklish." You smirked and started tickling that area of his wing, causing that motion again and witnessing Malleus laughing desperately because of your teasing. He retracted his wings almost immediately. "Hey!", you pouted and ran a finger over the skin of his back where his wings had been just a second ago. "You brought this upon yourself", he smirked at you and put on his clothes. You raised an eyebrow, amused at seeing Malleus in a GaoGao Dragon-kun shirt. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, you thought.

As soon as Malleus was dressed for bed, he pulled you into his arms and covered the two of you with the blanket. His legs were entangled with yours and you buried your face in his shirt. He held you close, running his fingertips up and down your back. Malleus radiated a comforting warmth and being snuggled up to him like this never failed to make any situation seem cozy. "I love you so much", he whispered and kissed your lips slowly, catching up on the affection he had to miss out on during the lessons. "I love you too", you reminded him and wrapped your arm around him, listening to his heartbeat once more. The two of you fell asleep not long after, holding each other tightly.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

cover me in cotton candy snow, dreaming of candy-coated rain

cw. f!reader (no specified anatomy), established relationship (secret), brief mentions of childhood bullying, reader is a big mom pirate, childhood friends

pairing. charlotte pudding x reader

synopsis. maybe you should take a page out of lola's book; whisk pudding away like a princess in the stories you read as a kid. you are a pirate, after all.

notes. rewatching wci has me in my feelings again, so i felt like writing something for one of my favorite charlotte siblings (ft a tiny tmmof reference). posting this via my shitty, shitty hotspot. divider by @/cafekitsune.

The tears won't stop.

"Come on," you sigh indignantly at the display. It hadn't been too long since you'd chased away her tormentors and yet she'd still been crying as if they were there. "Stop crying! They're gone now!" Your words do little to sway the shorter girl in the floral purple dress. She only sobs harder, if anything, much to your chagrin. "Hey!"

"Sor-sorry," the girl hiccups, tiny hands clinging onto the ends of her dress tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," her shoulders shake as apologies fall from her lips like honey.

Another sigh fall from your lips and you feel guilt tickling your skin, just underneath the surface. "Don't say sorry," you murmur, hands clumsily wiping at her eyes.

All three of them.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?! Knock it off," you'd shouted at the gaggle of boys tormenting a girl with scissors in hand moments prior.

"Why should I?" Berus sneered in return, yanking the brunette around to put her face on display. She'd been crying then too, her three eyes wide with fear as she begged repeatedly 'Don't do it!' "She's just some ugly monster! See?!"

The next thing Berus had seen was your fist making contact with his eye. The day had been saved, no hair had been cut. No big deal. The weeping child had yet to catch the memo she no longer had any reason to cry, however.

"Those guys are the last people who should be calling anybody ugly," you click your tongue in annoyance, more at them than the girl in front of you. "Don't listen to what a bunch of ugly turds like Berus and his goons say. Who cares if you have three eyes, it's cool."

There's a quiet that falls between you both, save for the girl's continuous hiccuping and sniffling. The tears don't stop, so you carry on with you ministrations of wiping the trails away even as they build up once more. The tears from her third eye cascade down her forehead and over the bridge of her nose. Three brown eyes wetly look at you in disbelief as the strange girl asks weakly, "it isn't creepy?" She's earnest in how she asks you, confused and unsure.

"What's supposed to be creepy about it," you query in return. "It's cool," you nod firmly, leaving no room for further doubts. At those words, the tears only increase and the girl begins to shake. You bite your tongue in spite of your urge to snap once more. "You have to be gentle sometimes, dear," your mother told you not so long ago. "Not every kid is as tough as you. Some of them are sensitive." You've gotta be gentle, gentle.

With that reminder you are able to say, "they're only picking on you because you're crying so much. Just punch them next time," it dawns on you that had the girl been strong enough to defend herself in the first place, she wouldn't have been in the situation to begin with. "Or just find me," you introduce yourself finally. "What's your name, kid?"

"Pudding," you have a name for the weeping girl with pigtails at last.

"Well, Pudding," you place your hands on your hips, chest puffed as high as it can go. "The next time those punks start up again, just come running for me. I'll just kick their asses all over again."

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It's cotton candy snow that always greets you first when you return to Totto Land.

It's Mama that greets you second.

The snow is preferable company, falling from pastel clouds in various colors. That's when you know you've truthfully begun your journey home. It's a marvel every time you see it, as if softly entering a dream. A dream that sours when you greet Mama, delivering to her the hundreds upon hundreds of sweets she demands from the far off countries she's claimed as part of her territory.

You can't tell if at this point you feel pity or some form of sick amusement seeing the panicked hustle every time they realize the Big Mom Pirates have once again return to collect. Perhaps it's a mix of both. You spare little time in pondering your emotions as Mama laughs gleefully at the haul.

Tamago, eager as ever to present himself as Big Mom's gentile knight, handles the talking. Ironic when the lot of you are pirates only safe from capture as long as you bear Mama's jolly roger. "It always carries on without a hitch," he only further prostrates himself as he regales her with recount after recount of how Stormalong Harbor is faring.

"Good, good," Mama swoons, Homies chanting gleefully at beside her. "And how are things at Punk Hazard? Is Caesar making any progress?"

Yes, Caesar, the clown of a scientist Mama hired all for the purpose of turning regular humans like yourself into giants. Passing by Punk Hazard, it had only been natural you'd agreed to check on the progress. The children that had been there longest had certainly been larger than those who'd only recently arrived. Ridiculous as his laugh was, he seemingly knew his stuff.

"He's making progress," you relent with a nod as Mama gorges herself. "He's definitely the best scientist we've hired," you relay everything you remember.

"Mammamama," she laughs, eyes a familiar shade brown twinkling as the joyous sound rumbles throughout the room. "That's wonderful news," she claps her bejeweled hands, practically ready to hop on her feet and dance. "My dream," she whispers, a million miles away. "My dream," she whispers as if singing a song. "Finally there's someone who will make it come true. A land where one day all races can sit together at the same table, eye to eye…"

Wretch.

Wretch.

"Freak! Monster!"

You fight the urge to grimace as you hear your captain relay her dream as she's done a thousand times before. What good is a dream like that when it comes from her? All you hear are the delusional falsehoods of a woman with breeding kink.

How long does the meeting last?

It's always too long for your liking even at its briefest and can never finish soon enough.

"I know you live on Cacao Island but you can always go back tomorrow, you know," Rita, a newer member of the crew and a member of the Longneck Tribe, queries when you are all now free to spend your time as you choose. You won't pretend to not understand the appeal of piracy, but you still disparage her for choosing your captain to follow. She thought only of adventure and her eyes still held the light of someone yet to realize they gambled more than they were truly able to offer. "Baron Tamago said you used to live in Sweets Town before? Why not visit your parents?"

Mama buried my parents under cake salé all because she had a craving for sharlotka five years ago. Rita hadn't joined your crew at that point in time. You shrug lackadaisically at her prodding, "can't sleep unless I'm under a roof made out of well-tempered chocolate. 's just not the same."

Cacao Island is swathed in fragrant shades of brown, chocolate-coated as far as the eye can see. You hear the misty sounds of giggles on the wind, a tired sigh and melted chocolate accidentally smeared across a plush cheek.

Comfortable sleep can't come soon enough.

At Rita's incredulous raise of her eyebrow, Pekoms shoos the newly minted pirate away. "Leave her be," the lion mink growls in your defense. It isn't difficult to imagine the man giving you a look of pity. With his bouts of homesickness for his homeland, he empathized with your loss of a home on Whole Cake Island. Your loss of family.

You hope the next time you set for sea, you're able to pass by Zou. "Call me when it's time to head out again," at the sight of your two-fingered salute, Pekoms nods.

It is a relief to put the center island of the archipelago behind you, even if it means sailing all night to return to where your heart truly lies. You swore fealty to Big Mom out of circumstance, not loyalty. There is seldom a member of the Charlotte Family you dare call 'friend'.

Praline with her sharp-tooth grin and sunny freckles is a riot when you talk.

You appreciate Chiffon's kind yet unrelenting strength although you rarely have time to chat with her governing Funwari Island.

The captain of your crew does little to generate even a fraction of those amiable feelings you have towards her.

Anchored just shy of the frozen ocean of juice to avoid the colony of ferocious ants that skulk its sugary borders feels reminiscent of your relationship with the yonko. You'll never go beyond what is necessary to maintain your status among her crew. That's the best way to handle a woman who isn't above killing her own children. Chiffon's suffered enough at her hand just for looking like her mother's least preferred child.

With that thought you recall the 23rd daughter, Lola. You adored her growing up with her bubblegum pink hair and her hugs as soft as her cheerful disposition.

"So you're the best friend I've heard so much about," she beamed the day you met her. Hugged you sweetly as if you'd known her your entire life. "Pudding said you're her hero! Keep looking after her, okay?"

Lola left Totto Land and never looked back.

You wonder where she is now; if life is treating her kindly. Maybe she's finally found that husband of hers, your lips curl upwards at the thought. He's a lucky one. There'd be no greater middle finger to the yonko you serve than Lola living her best life, peacefully and freely.

You lay uncomfortably against the hull of your small ship, legs propped against the stern as you stare up at the cloudless sky. You yearn for skies covered in cotton candy, your inner child stirring. It's a shame the cotton candy snow of Totto Land is reserved only for the outskirts of the country, a sign to warn those where they've entered.

A land of sweets at a delusional cost.

She's never really had a chance to see them. Pudding's never had the opportunity to leave the country. You do your best to picture how'd she look if she were able. How her eyes would light up and how she'd collect the pillowy drops in her hands.

"Keep looking after her, okay?"

You close your eyes, humming Bink's Sake and tapping your foot to the rhythm. You were Pudding's hero, after all. (That is how she referred to you, anyway. Chocolate brown eyes warm as she introduced you to her favorite sister. You were the one who lit up her entire world. That's what Pudding kept saying, at least.) It made sense for her elder sister to make such a request.

Stars willing, you'll keep your promise to Lola for many years to come.

It's a promise that makes waiting until nearly noon the next for the ocean of juice to thaw and a few more hours sailing through the neighboring islands in the archipelago worth it.

You especially feel that way now setting foot on Cacao Island's soil, breathing in the fresh scent of chocolate in the air like perfume. Home sweet home, the last steps of the journey. The chocopolice are on the prowl for any cases of snackalism to report. There's a child eating their chocolate bow tie, much to the chagrin of their father. All are welcomed sights as you make a precautionary pitstop at the island's most popular café.

You are greeted reverently by a waitress, all due to your station, "welcome back, ma'am! I hope the outside world wasn't too difficult for you!"

"It's never anything too difficult," you nod in return, eyes scanning the bustling Caramel Café's interior. "Our honorary Minister of Chocolate wouldn't happen to be in right now, would she? I wanted to make a report before I settled in."

The waitress nods, all too happy, "Miss Pudding is in the kitchen right now, but I can go get her right now!"

"I don't mind waiting, if necessary," things were busy in the establishment as always. "Tell her I'll be waiting for at her preferred spot for meetings. I don't want to be much of a distraction."

I'll be waiting outside of the house.

You hear the excited call of your name and your shoulders relax, turning to greet Charlotte Pudding in the flesh. Nitro and Rabiyan are nowhere to be seen, absolutely perfect. "It's a pleasure seeing you again, Minister."

"I told you already," Pudding performs her role as your crewmate seamlessly. If you hadn't known her so well, you might have been fooled into thinking there is nothing between the two of you. "I'm not suitable enough for that job. And you don't have to always be so formal. You're just telling me about developing chocolatier techniques you've come across."

You chuckle as she fiddles with her lock and key, "I'm merely voicing the popular opinion of the people."

Pudding sighs, unsurprised, "there you go saying those ridiculous words again." The door opens without a hitch. "Come inside, I'll make you some tea!"

You enter Pudding's home ー your home ー and the door shuts with a resound lock.

You're barely able to turn around before a warm body hurdles into yours, arms wrapping tightly around your torso. "Welcome home," small hands dig into your back. It's been too long since you were on Cacao Island last.

"It's good to be back," you pull Pudding into you even further hugging her shoulders. "But how am I supposed to feel welcomed home if only two-thirds of you are looking at me," you snort, chuckling as you move Pudding's bangs aside to reveal the last of the ocular trio. Your mind wanders to thoughts of them lighting up, Pudding twirling in awe at sugary snow dancing in the air. "Girls with pretty eyes are supposed to show them off."

The brunette avoids your gaze bashfully and you have to stop her from moving her bangs back in place. "Like you said, that's for girls with pretty eyes."

"And here you are with the prettiest eyes in the archipelago and you're covering them up."

"I'm sure you've seen girls with prettier eyes outside of it," Pudding grumbles, cheeks the color of strawberry jam. "You've been a weirdo since we were kids."

You shake your head, smug and assured, "not at all. And I've never been weird. I was a rough rider," there's a beat of silence before you both are sharing a laugh. It's good being home, you lean to brush your lips against your girlfriend's. It's no surprise her lip balm tastes like chocolate. "That's nice," you whisper, pressing one, two, three kisses on her third eyelid just to prove a point.

She doesn't have to believe you, you tell yourself. You'll believe it enough for the both of you. You being the only person to believe it isn't enough to undo the damage caused by those in Pudding's life. It's a wide Blue Sea out there, you want to say. You'd believe me if you saw what it's all like. No one out there comes even close, you can't bring yourself to say it though. Not when it feels like an empty promise when Pudding has never even sailed on the senior ship of the grand fleet. Leaving this country is a glorified death sentence.

But Lola did it, didn't she?

What's really stopping you from whisking Big Mom's 35th daughter and going somewhere far beyond the borders of Totto Land? Lola left this country with a tiny ship and a rose-hued dream; why can't you?

You're a pirate; someone who takes, takes and takes.

Why let Mama stop you from taking now?

You've never stopped to consider such a thing beforehand. Certainly not when taking from foreign stretches of Big Mom's territories to provide for her tireless sweet tooth.

You're brought out of your thoughts at the feeling of a finger poking against your cheek indignantly. You blink, looking at Pudding's puffed out cheeks and eyes narrowed in suspicion. Even so, her voice is as light. "Are you listening to me? You should get some rest, I'll make you something to eat if you didn't get a chance to-"

"Let's get out of here, Pudding." It's the three-eye hybrid's turn to blink at you with surprise. "Way out of Totto Land. We couldn't do it when we were kids but, we're adults now. We're stronger. And I've been to all of Mama's territories so many times, I could avoid them even without a log pose. So let's just go."

Anywhere that isn't here.

You'll bypass all TARTE Security and sail to seas unknown.

Maybe even leave the Grand Line in its entirety.

Or perhaps you've missed your chance and you should have left with Lola all those years ago.

Either way it's a dream worth betting everything on.

There's no immediate answer from Pudding, nothing verbal at the very least. Her body language is a different story. Body stiff, eyes avoiding your gaze. Out of habit, her hand reaches to cover her third eye and you stop it once again.

"I'm not saying we take off right this second," you add at her hesitance. "But soon while your mother is distracted. I know I'm asking a lot. But you trust me, right?"

"I trust you," she nods lightly, smile small even if her eyes are unsure.

"Then trust me when I say there are plenty of people out there who aren't going to give a rat's ass about your eye," you know that's a task easier said than done. You want her to try all the same. "We are going to go out there and we are going to find a place for ourselves even if we have to go through a Calm Belt."

Pudding can't help giggling, shoulders moving with the sound, "what are you trying to do, have us live among the Kuja?"

"Why don't we?" You follow in her laughter, picturing the Snake Empress. Two runaways from the Big Mom Pirates might be the world's most unappealing offer. If the rumors about her are anything to go off, however, you doubt she'll care much even if you were to tell her your origins. "She won't turn down two strong ladies like ourselves. Watch them not have anywhere close to as skilled a chocolatier as you too."

Somewhere peaceful far from Mama and where Pudding's need to hide part of herself is a thing of the past. The second of the two will take time, but it will be worth the journey getting there.

Brown eyes look at you, round and beautiful, all three of them. "I'll think about it," Pudding promises.

That's all you can ask of her.

[hothammies]

an analysis of clothes in st (part i) - the meaning of yellow within the party

so, this analysis is one that has been in the making since before s4 came out - i literally had to dig through old discord messages to look for what i was talking about two years ago. i'm hoping to make this into a series because i loved analyzing the outfits back then and i wanted to share what i thought about them! the costume designers put so much thought and effort into all the clothes and i'd love to try to understand why they chose what they did for specific moments. heads up! - this analysis series will mainly cover the party members. outfits are important within the entire context of the show as well, so i may include other group members from time to time. however, my primary focus on st has always been the party members, so i'm gonna be giving them the main focus in all of the posts.

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let's start with my favorite meaning for the clothes: yellow.

when party members wear yellow, they tend to be in situations where they are trying to fit in or act normal, typically when regarding relationships, but could also be within society, a situation, or in general. i have four examples of yellow being used as a signal that these characters are put in situations where they're trying to fit in / act normal - one of max, one of the entire party, and two of mike. let's start with max!

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example one: in s2e3, we watch max trying her best to fit in with the boys when dustin is showing them dart. despite her attitude when they first meet her, she obviously does want to be friends with these guys regardless. in this episode, max wears a yellow hoodie while all the boys wear variants of the same neutral grays/whites, dark blues and reds, showing the difference between max and the other party members. she has not "earned" her keep yet, and she's trying to fit in but she is not yet in the know of the upside down.

even el is wearing similar colors to the rest of the boys, another clear sign that she is "in" the party too, despite being away from them. they did something similar in the previous episode as well, where the boys + el wore matching costumes (boys were ghostbusters and el was a ghost), while max wore a costume that didn't have her fit in (michael myers).

all of the current party members have the colors gray, red and/or blue that tie them all together in that scene, so max's yellow hoodie makes her stick out like a sore thumb. a side note is that mike and will are the only members to have all three colors on them, and matching color outfits between couples tend to be common in the show.

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example two: in s3e1, the opposite happens. everyone in the party except dustin is wearing a combination of blue and/or yellow. dustin is wearing primarily green, which i will explain the meaning of in another post. all i'll say about it now is that the color green most likely has to do with being comfortable or confident in your own identity.

will, however, is a special case, because he was actually not wearing yellow in that scene, only blue and a stripe of red. personally, i thought it was to set up how will's growth that season wasn't completely about societal expectations regarding romantic relationships like the rest of his season group. his character arc was much more about having to grow up and understand change when he doesn't want to because of the trauma he'd experienced the previous seasons. this is actually also reflected in his clothes - will is the only one that season to not wear any new colors (he only wears the three primary colors -> red, blue and yellow) while the rest of the party got to wear both secondary and primary colors (mike wore teal, el and max wore many different colors, lucas wore purple, and dustin wore green + orange).

back to the party - in that scene, the couples also match each others outfits. mike and el's have the same color scheme, being mainly blues with a small hint of yellow, and lumax having the perfect blend of yellow and blue together. this may be a stretch, but its a possible hint to show that lumax fit together, while mike and el don't.

the party members that were dating each other wearing yellow that season was to show their attempts to act normal via relationships. season 3 was also the one that the duffers kept referencing as the summer of love, despite all the couples that season being dysfunctional.

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examples three and four: now, we're at the section of mike wheeler, my favorite closet case. he is the main reason as to why i noticed that there was a small pattern with the color yellow being used in the party's wardrobe.

i think we've all noticed that mike has a tendency to act very... straight when he's wearing the color yellow as his main color. this can be seen in both s3 and s4, especially during the episodes where mike is hyperfocused on his relationship with el.

when mike was wearing the first outfit in s3, he was searching for a way to make it up to el because he lied to her. though he was trying to act normal or learn to be normal for their relationship, he wasn't doing a great job of it. during that entire section, mike was going through the motions of learning how a straight man is supposed to act, with lucas by his side giving constant straight man advice. he was also not getting it.

now, onto what is possibly my favorite outfit in the entire series - mike's s4e2 outfit. first of all, he's wearing a yellow shirt over a purple undershirt, presumably for el because that's her favorite colors apparently. obviously, mike is not himself in this outfit, but he's trying to fit into this california tourist look for his girlfriend.

in this outfit, mike was trying extremely hard to only focus on being el's boyfriend and not will's best friend. we know how that went, and this outfit helped us realize how badly mike was doing trying to follow that mindset.

before s4, we were never given any indication that mike's style would be like this. michael wheeler should not be wearing an outfit that has a yellow hawaiian shirt, the color purple, a visor and sunglasses, and flip flops to top it all off. it doesn't fit his normal style that he's normally been shown wearing throughout the show, being button ups, polos, and for that season, black jeans and chuck taylors.

he was intentionally put in an outfit that did not follow his true identity. the shirt, thus the outfit and the het identity that mike was attempting to fit into, was literally called a "shitty knockoff" by argyle.

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i'm positive there are way more examples that can be used, but these are the ones that stuck out to me the most. i'll leave off with some ending thoughts:

we as bylers have always considered will's main color to be yellow, but from what i've noticed in each season, the majority of his outfits have blue, same as mike (matching couple's colors)! in fact, s4 was the first time where the majority of the season had will wearing yellow, probably because of how he was dealing with his crush on mike at the time. i'd like to point out that the main colors that lucas and max wear are also the same, being red.

i'd love to do another one of these, the next one probably being about the color green because i think i have a grasp on the reasoning behind that color. other than that, i still really need to analyze the colors of their outfits again because i think the party's clothes specifically are most indicative of their behavior. since they are the youngest group, they are the ones who are the most volatile and it's reflected in everything, especially their clothes!

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can you do Embry X reader where it's father's day and all the imprints find out they're pregnant together so they make matching tie-dye pyjamas and onesies for father's day that says see you soon dad and they make some for the other pack members too that says see you soon uncles so they wrap them up in wrapping paper with a pack of cookies in each bag and the pregnancy tests for the fathers to be and all the imprints tell the pack together and the wolves are so happy and they decide to wear their pyjamas and watch a movie and it's just an amazing day with laughter and everyone's happy

You finish stuffing the bag for Embry. "Okay, boy names?" Emily asks you. "God, I'm not sure yet. I have a few I like, but Embry is picky." You giggle.

You lean back on the couch in Emily's house. "I can't believe this is happening." Kim rubs her stomach. "Trust me. I know. I'm terrified." You respond. Rachel appears in a panic. "Paul just texted me! They're heading back from lunch." You guys get up and place the bags in sections.

The blue bags are for Sam, red for Paul, green for Embry, and purple for Jared. You grab your phone and check life360 (yuh), and they are literally pulling in. "Shit." You mutter. "Don't worry!" Emily rubs your back.

They all walk in and look confused. "What is happening?" Jared asks nervously. "Sam, these are for you." Emily gestures to the blue bags. "Embry, green." You smile. Sam and Embry hesitate but step to their bags. "Don't open them yet!" Emily laughs as Sam tries to pull out the stuffing. Paul and Jared get to theirs, and we all look at each other.

"Okay, you can open them. START WITH THE BIGGEST BAG!" Emily orders. They ruffle through them.

You keep your eyes on Embry. He lifts the onesie with 'see you soon dad'. He blinks rapidly and places it down. He reaches back in and feels the pregnancy test. He looks at you and takes it out of the bag. He looks at the pink stick. Once the shock leaves, he smiles and comes running up to you. He lifts you up, spinning you around. "Oh my God. My baby!" He gushes. He sets you down and grabs your face, kissing you softly. You kiss him back and hold onto his wrists. "I'm so happy." He chokes out, almost in tears. You can't help but cry. "I love you, my boy." You sniffle. You pull away and notice all of the guys holding onto their imprints as well. Jared is bawling his eyes out!

"Guys! Open the other bags!" Emily sniffles while wiping her nose. They do as told and laugh at the different color cookies.

'From baby uley'

'From baby Cameron'

'From baby Lahote'

'From baby Call'

Everyone on of them had four cookies. "This is fucking amazing." Embry laughs. "Embry, your child is going to be so bad." Paul pokes. Embry shoves him. "Yours will be so 'hey mamas' and 'are you lost babygirl' coded!" Embry argues. "Mine will be hotter."

"Dawg, have you seen my wife?!" Embry gestures to you.

"Guys, shut up! We have plans for tonight!" Rachel shouts. You girls walk into the living room as the guys follow along. There are pillows and blankets spread all around the couches and floor. Even a random blowup mattress. There are snacks literally everywhere! The movie is waiting to be played on the TV.

Embry's hands grab your hips from behind. "Pick a spot, baby." He says in your ear. You decided on the air mattress next to Jared and Kim. Embry reaches for a blanket, but Jared grabs the same one. "Paws off!" Jared barks. "Aye! That's my favorite one!" Embry pulls on it. "Yeah, well Emily said I can have it." Jared leans intimidatingly. "She sewed this for me, ugly!" Embry laughs. Jared pounces on him, and they wrestle for a blanket. "Are we sure about them being dad's?" Kim asks you. "Honestly, they will be good." You giggle. "Damn it! Off! Get off of each other!" Sam yells. All of you girls burst into laughter. You turn to see Paul already stuffing his face with cookies and then look up at you four. "What?" He asks innocently, making you laugh even harder.

[pinktie]

If there is anything about Kaito you feel like geeking out about, I'm all ears (eyes)!

Thank you! I've been waiting for this.

Where do I even begin, Kaito KID is such a cool character. I think ever since I saw him, most of my favs have some of his traits. He's responsible for my obsession with chaotic good characters. Bonus points if they also have that Non-binary/Gender-fluid energy or are just simply unafraid to be any gender.

There's something funny about an almost adult guy who's proudly being called KID and enjoying being a kid. The exact opposite of his rival, who doesn't like being seen as a child. Which is ironic. I used to think that it was intentional.

In DC, my favorite type of KID is from episode 76 to movie 3. This doesn't mean I don't love the current Kaito. Is just that his writing was more serious before, and his character is more interesting.

In MK, I like the era where while KID is doing heists, he's also helping people with their problems and making them happy (which is from chapters 19-26). I wish it was kept like that for longer.

I love it when fans alter some of his features to make him slightly different from Shinichi. Like changing his eye color (either a different type of blue or they're purple) or giving him a little bow on his hat.

Again, thanks for asking. I love to talk about Kaito.

[frango-maconheiro]

Welcome Home

Wally Darling x GN!reader

part one ! part two

☆ My sandwich lover crush (part three) ☆

𑁍𖹭 Thank you all for the support and silly comments. You guys are awesome! 𖹭𑁍

☆ I appreciate criticism, ideas, and your opinions. ☆

Trigger Warning: none

🪼 when you woke up, you were laying in a really green grass. where are you? you look around to see that you're in the middle of a forest, a weird one that is, all trees got different colors on the leaves, like, there was literally some with purple leaves, you've never heard about a forest like this.

🪼 you look into your arms to see that your sandwich is still there and in good condition. feeling happy that at least you have a sandwich, you give it a little kiss and proceed to take a bite out of it.

🪼 you stretch yourself and get up. You don't really feel anything wrong with your body, but you still check yourself for anything weird and find nothing wrong. that's good.

🪼 "This makes no sense." You think to yourself. Why would someone kidnap you in the middle of the night, not really harm you, and bring you to the middle of the woods? maybe you were gonna be used as a sacrifice, but they didn't really like you, so they just dumped you to die here? you don't really wanna know.

🪼 you put your hand on your pocket to grab your phone just to feel nothing. Oh yeah, you forgot that you had put it to charge. Well, there's nothing you can really do about it. It's not like you knew you would need it. At least you have your precious emotional support sandwich.

🪼 you've been walking in a straight line all this time, enough time for you to realize that you're not dreaming and that this is probably some kind of wonderland because you've encountered all kinds of insects and they were all squishy, cartoon like, shiny, colorful, cute lil guys with big silly eyes, its like they all came out of a children's book!

🪼 your favorite one yet is this big rhinoceros beetle you found! it walked so silly, and it started following you after you gave it a piece of your sandwich, so you decided to take it with you.

🪼 finally, after so much time of walking without any trace of civilization, you heard it, voices coming from further away. you start walking a little faster, not running, you don't want to leave your little beetle friend behind.

🪼 finally, you get close enough. you hide in the shadows behind some trees, taking a peek at those who are making all these noises. you clear your vision to look again. It can't be. These aren't people. They're puppets!

🪼 specifically the puppets from that show you were watching yesterday. y'know the one with the silly cast where that silly puppet with big eyes, banana skin, and deep blue cotton candy hair tried talking with you, and you changed the channel on his face? yes, yes, that one.

🪼 you're not really that shocked. You've encountered enough silly bugs to collect your sanity back together. besides, you're pretty sure you could beat the shit out of them if you wanted. like, why would most of them actually know how to fight?

🪼 you find it quite interesting that they look more like the art version that you saw in the countdown screen than actual puppets.

🪼 it was starting to get so boring to watch them play and have a nice picnic that you began to notice that someone was missing. It was Wally, Wally was missing.

🪼 "Where the fuck did Wally went???" you swear you had just saw him minutes ago, you search around to find nothing, he's gone.

🪼 you feel your beetle bonking its head on your right leg, glancing at it, you watch as it points toward something - no, someone. squinting your eyes a little, you see Wally, who stopped walking when you finally noticed his presence.

🪼 he was looking directly into your eyes with that smile of his. he waves at you. "Hello, are you new here?" He gets closer, "What's your name? I could show you around." he says, perking up a little at the offer he made.

🪼 he looks shady, but you're starving, and you're practically homeless now. "Sure, buddy, lead the way." You tell him. his smiles get wider, and his pupils expand. It reminds you of a cat. If you couldn't feel his excitement before, now you could. "Wonderful! I gotta introduce you to everyone first."

🪼 He runs into your direction, practically jumping. He holds your wrist and drags you toward the others. he is so excited that you can't help but giggle. if this continues, this man will grow into your heart in no time.

🪼 at the same time you found it cute you also took a notice at how Wally's grip is fucking strong, and he doesn't seem to be even gripping your wrist that hard. He could probably snap your wrist if he wanted.

🪼 Everyone seemed confused by Wally running until they saw you, who was trying your best not to fall while running alongside Wally.

🪼 "Hey Wally, who's that behind you?" The orange dude asked, you forgot his name. "This, my friends, is our new neighbor! their name is.." Wally turns his head to look at you. "Oh yeah, you never told me your name."

🪼 "My name -" but as you were about to answer, a cute puppet with little horns runs up to you with another cute puppet by their side. "Hiii!!! my name's Julie!!" Julie tells you enthusiastically, "And he's Frank!!" she points at the guy by their side. "Hello." Frank greets you with a small wave. "Hii, it's nice to meet you two." You greet them back. they seemed nice.

🪼 "Well, now could you tell us your-" now Wally is the one interrupted. "Hi, new neighbor. Welcome to the neighborhood. Do you want some cake? I'm Howdy." Howdy extends one of his hands with a plate with a very good-looking cake. "Oh, thank you, Howdy!" You shake his hand, sitting on the grass with them. someone taps on your should, and you look to see that orange guy. "Nice to meet you, neighbor. I'm Eddie, the mailman. " You greet him and give him a little wave of your free hand.

🪼 you grab a spoon, taking a bite out of the cake that was given to you. this cake is really good. Whoever made this could make your birthday cake at any time. although you were really enjoying your time, you couldn't shake of the stare you were getting.

🪼 you look to your side to see who was staring so much at you only to be met with Wally's expended pupils. his stare is so intense, it's like he's in a trance, it's kinda creepy, but it also reminds you of a cat. You wonder if he would slap your hand if you tried to pet his hair.

🪼 "neighbor, tell me your name." he whispered, it sounded almost like a command. "Sure, but only if you let me pet your hair." you whispered back. he tilted his head a little to the side, "What do you mean?" he doesn't know what petting is? now that's surprising.

🪼 "Well, it's when someone does this, see?" You extend your arm to pet his hair. His hair is so fuzzy and soft. it seems like he liked it because he eventually started closing his eyes, leaning into your touch.

🪼 It's been ten minutes, and you thought you petted his hair long enough, but when he didn't feel anymore petting and opened his eyes to see your hand leaving, he immediately grabbed it. "What are you doing, neighbor? Pet me more."

🪼 now you're stuck with petting Wally's hair and eating cake. you don't mind, but he seems very comfortable, too comfortable, I mean, he literally put his head on your lap so you could pet him more. silly cat man.

🪼 for now, you're just sticking with these guys until you can find a way to get out, to eat your sandwiches.

☆ what do you guys think? ☆

[monsterlets]

pokemon team ideas:

the best pokemon to make lookalike furniture out of (e.g., the easy one of "snorlax beanbag chair")

the best pokemon to throw off your opponent; "but they're so cute!" [team murders opponents' pokemon]

a pokemon team for a gym in a decommissioned nuclear power plant

pokemon team of JUST "that is a man" pokemon that you don't immediately hate because of uncanny valley (challenge rating: near impossible)

a team of pokemon whose colors/designs are just Slightly Wrong but if improved would be great

a team of pokemon where the shinies are infinitely better than the regular forms. caveat: at least 3 pokemon Cannot just be your favorites. lol

a team of pokemon where their designs make no evolutionary or biological sense given their referents and environments.

a team of GIANT pokemon that would not hurt you (or not you, just opponents, whichever)

a team of teeny tiny pokemon that would KILL you (or not you, just opponents, whichever)

a team for a gym in a bustling street market

a team for an elite four/champions road member with the aesthetic and narrative of a union organizer (throughout the game they create some kind of union among trainers to overthrow the villains or something; broad possibilities for aesthetic available here, but that's their journey and vibe)

the best pokemon to make lookalike furniture out of (e.g., the easy one of "snorlax beanbag chair"):

it's just four bean bag chairs a coat rack and a table

the best pokemon to throw off your opponent; "but they're so cute!" [team murders opponents' pokemon]

here come the murder babies

a pokemon team for a gym in a decommissioned nuclear power plant

had to get my favorite nido in there and I think at this point I'm contractually obligated to put toxapex in every poison type team I make

pokemon team of JUST "that is a man" pokemon that you don't immediately hate because of uncanny valley (challenge rating: near impossible)

bruh.

this is the best I can do

a team of pokemon whose colors/designs are just Slightly Wrong but if improved would be great

folks these are all personal opinion but I am very opinionated. and I will explain myself. let's go

flaaffy: I understand that the line is meant to represent a sheep being sheared but it makes me uncomfortable that it stands up at the same moment it loses its pants. please either put it back on the ground or start shearing it from a different place. thank u

umbreon: three things- 1) get rid of the pupils. it's the only eeveelution with black pupils and I like them much better without 2) the yellow circles look so unnatural to me. the rings around the tail and ears are fine tho. get rid of the ones on the legs, fill in the one on the forehead to make it a spot (it even evokes the moon more that way) 3) for me this is too many colors for such a simple litte guy. either make the eyes yellow to match the markings, or make the markings red to match the eyes (I think the yellow could be regular and the red could be the shiny. blood moon. sick)

skitty: it's very cute, it reminds me of a neopet and I like that. but the facial features just don't look real to me. make em look a little less drawn on and I'd like it

female jellicent: pretty much the same issue, the eyelashes look painted on. why are they 2 dimensional

east sea gastrodon: for context for everyone else we were just talking about this last night. I just don't think the color scheme works as well as the west sea gastrodon. make the green a bit darker and cooler, make the blue quite a bit lighter, and then make the yellow accents a cool color so it's more cohesive (I think purple would be cool). I still like him tho it's still gastrodon at the end of the day. but I would never ever choose it over the west sea gastrodon

gorebyss: the clamshell bra. get rid of it

aaaaaand I've hit image limit I'll have to continue in a reblog

[adobe-outdesign]

thoughts on the wretched wocky? (some of the unconverted ones like the darigan wocky look so good but that blank unappealing not-quite-smile of the regular wockies makes me so, so angry for some reason. theyre looking at me the wrong way and im taking it personally)

I feel like Wockies have always had a bit of a problem standing out, as they are very plain Neopets—they don't really have a unique "hook". Dozens of Neopets have manes and fluffy tails, and Aishas have you covered if you're looking for something cat-like.

That said, I would argue that Wockies at least stand out in their stocky, incredibly fluffy body shape. If Aishas are house cats, then Wockies are basically Pallas Cats, only they hate the world slightly less. (They're also the most huggable Neopet, and I stand by this.)

Visually, they're super simple; just a chunky body with a mane to break things up a bit. I do have to state that I really don't care for the pink manes on the base colors though—I guess they were trying to match the ears/nose, but it looks a bit clashy (especially on red Wockies) and the brown eyes only worsen this. I think a darker/lighter tint of the base color or a neutral would've worked better there. Thankfully this is solely a problem with the base colors though, as most paint jobs have a more fitting mane color.

Of course, I can't talk about Wockies without talking about customization:

I'd argue that Wockies were one of the worst species conversions out there. At a glance, they look similar—until you notice that, inexplicable, the entire face completely changed. The rectangular eyes and awful thick eyebrows look so much worse than the original design. (Also, the feet are too pronounced on the converted design, but that's beside the point.) And what's weird is that there was literally no reason for this change, and it in no way relates to the actual conversion requirements—the artist seemingly just woke up one day and decided that they really, really hated Wockies. An absolute shame.

Favorite Colors:

Elderly: This color combo literally just came out last month, but it's already a standout for me. These guys have a really charming elderly cat look, complete with slightly ruffled fur, Siamese and tabby markings respectively, and a folded ear on the males. The clothes are also, for the most part, nice neutral colors (though I find the female's hair curlers jarring, especially due to how the eyebrows clip over them. They can be removed though so no worries there). What's also great is that the base colors are lovely in and of themselves if the clothing doesn't do it for you.

Darigan: I have to give the Darigan Wocky points for one simple reason: it's one of the only converted Wocky colors that fixes the godforsaken rectangle eyes, which already makes it look better than a lot of Wockies. Beyond that though it's also a pretty solid color all around. I'm usually more of a purple Darigan person, but the red does work here, the giant horns are fun, and the mottled markings a nice touch. The UC has a wonderfully grumpy personality, but the converted version sticks to the design pretty perfectly otherwise.

Plushie: I feel like Plushie Wockies manage to make the original pink manes work, mostly because they're using a nice salmon pink combined with a more neutral blue, and they also made the eyes pink instead of having them be brown for no reason. The UC has a super cute body shape, but even the converted version still retains some very nice colors and patterns (though it does low-key bug me that the stitch line isn't properly centered on the face). Good stuff!

[oscconfessions]

i wonder what algebraliens taste like

i'd imagine depending on who/what they are they'd taste different

four most likely tastes really gamey because he most definitely is a wild animal. if we go on the headcanon that algebraliens are more animal-like than other objects, it's possible he'd taste like venison (deer), because i see him as thin and gangly but still has enough muscle on him for meat.

x is probably mostly fatty. say what you want to say, but his shape even in canon, is, for lack of a better term, rounded. it's not worth it to eat x unless you want to fry him up like chicharonnes (fried pork skins[god i am hoping i spelled that correctly i am a hopeless gringo i apologize]). otherwise if you cook him normally he'd taste like rabbit but there'd be little to no meat on this dude. personally i think of him like this because x is passive and would need a thick blubber layer (like a real life whale, the animal, no i am not calling fat people whales, even if i was i would be calling myself a whale because i AM fat fuck you) to protect himself. i mean how else does this little guy take a beating from others? additionally, i think x is really fuzzy, maybe he's like a seal??????? do people eat seals?????

2. what does two taste like. personally i think they're different from the other algebraliens in makeup- they have an affinity for cake and other sweet foods, so maybe their diet consists of sugars, not too unlike some insects. maybe they're insect-like? bee? bee. that being said, they wouldn't have too much flavor on their own. say if you fried them up like a cricket, and put some seasonings on him, you could get something that tastes good.

yes i am continuing with xfohv algebraliens.

seven and one (what we have seen of one at least) i think follows two in 'is insect' category. mayyyybe 14 is also insect? but i also don't wanna find out what 14 tastes like. i really don't.

six and nine both inexplicably taste of mint toothpaste and wintergreens respectively. that being said, i am allergic to mint toothpaste, so six is safe from being eaten by me.

8 tastes like tofu. following six and nine, idk how this would happen, but 8 probably would be good in a stew or soup. miso soup

i don't wanna find out what five tastes like. i know they're probably meaty but the purple color reminds me too much of grape flavored candies and i'd be too disgusted. also i don't think 5 has ever taken a shower

i would never eat 10. never in a million years. i like 10 wayyy too much. but if i absolutely had to guess what 10 tastes like, i think 10 is the porky-mutton contender. probably leans more towards a rack of lamb. i say this with the most absolute affection. 10 is my favorite idk why

15 tastes like 15. if we are talking fusion 15, mint overload, i am not touching it. if we are talking red 15, they taste like beef. and the number 15. you take a bite and you see the number 15 appear before your eyes before you swallow. i guess

does 3 exist? idk

i think this is the end of the algebraliens- no wait i gotta do exclamation mark who i will shorten the name to ! bc i am not typing that over and over again

! unlike 5 has a lighter lavender color. since they exist in a different universe and is much more kooky than beefydie algebraliens, i think they'd exist on a different logic. ! probably tastes whatever that juice tastes like, and i think that juice is probably really herbal tasting, with mostly floral lavender notes. what i am saying is ! tastes like if you were to eat a spa. i do not want to eat a spa.

this has been; super technical analysis of what numbers and variables and punctuation tastes like

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