#flourecent

[aweirdbugcreature]

Tempted to make a Tumblr blog where i post stuff but from a bug's perspective. Like saying "OMG GIRL DINNER" and is a bunch of small spiders, or saying "UGHH I'm molting again 🙄🙄" and like a crappy edited image of weird dead exoskeleton skin on the ground.

[enby-creature-feature]

Blacklight skeleton fun

Bonus Sue having a snacky :)

[catbleps]

Foolishly i thought i was done getting migraines bc i haven’t had even a moderately bad one in months, but this storm has absolutely flared it tf back up and im at work

[decapod-appreciator]

started drawing kurapika but the sketch looks so much like amity that i might reuse it later. is that allowed. can i do that. who’s in charge here.

[highkey-confused]

I desperately need flourecent pink hair but where the FUCK do I get the dye

[dramioneasks]

Hello, do you guys have the pdf version of Paper Airplanes by thatssoravenclaw?

We do not share pdfs here, sorry.

[mirrology]

hello!! I simply adored your platonic aventurine fic, so if requests are still open may I ask for a scenario with him and us going shopping together? thank you in advance, have a lovely day 💓

ノ Eudaemonia .ᐟ ʚɞ

୨୧ Eudaemonia: (adjective) The state of being lucky

ft. Aventurine, gender neutral reader, platonic. wc: 540

Content: teen reader, big brother aventurine, they go shopping in a big mall (not specified where though), reader likes taking photos, reader and march 7th are besties, all fluff no angst!! / a day at the mall with your brother!!

Notes: I tried working as fast as I could to get this posted so it might seemed rushed, but I hope you enjoy :D ! Also short.

You snapped a photo of the giant crystal chandelier that's was hanging from the ceiling of the mall. The large crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, its many crystals and gemstones glimmering in the light. It catches the light like prisms, projecting a shimmering rainbow of light around the entire mall.

You nodded to yourself and put your phone in your pocket. "I see you're interested in that chandelier." A voice came from behind you. You twisted your head around to meet with the familiar eyes of your elder brother.

You stood there for a moment after taking the photo, your eyes glued to your phone's screen as you examined the picture you just snapped. Your eyes flicker up and down the screen, taking in every detail of the image captured on your phone. Your face lit up, the photo had captured the regal atmosphere of the chandelier pretty well! You'll have to send this to March, she had always liked things like this anyway.

In his hands were two cups of flavored boba, one for you and one for him. "Uh, duh!" You playfully scoffed as Aventurine held out your drink to you. You took the beverage from his hand. "This is the biggest one I've ever seen!" You looked back up to it, your eyes sparkling in amazement. Aventurine chuckled at your enthusiasm, "I've seen many, and I can agree. This is truly one of a kind. " He leaned on the metal railing of the central part of the mall.

You nodded your head in silent agreement. You latched onto the straw of your drink, savoring the sweet flavor and the boba gracing your tongue. You closed your eyes in content, humming in the process.

"Well, where to now?" You asked your elder brother all while putting your hand on your hip. "Hm.." He thought for a moment, "Why don't you choose?" Aventurine flashed you a closed eyed smile. You lit up in an instant. You knew exactly which store to go to first. You grasped your brothers hand in yours and pulled him along. "Come on! I have the perfect store!"

You brought it to your chest and hugged it. "Going to build-a-bear was the best idea ever!" You exclaimed. Aventurine had gotten one of his own donned in a cute hoodie, deep blue jeans, and some sneakers. An emerald bow sat on its left wrist, matching yours.

You held up the plush in the air, the flourecent lights reflecting on its beady eyes. The teddy bear was dressed as if it's ready to attend a formal event. It's wearing a finely tailored little suit, complete with a bow-tie and polished black leather shoes on its plush feet. The teddy bear looks super fancy despite its adorable and huggable appearance. On its right wrist, a ribbon in shape of a bow of a color that you picked out.

"Thank you so much, Aven!" You grinned at him and rested your head on his shoulder. Aventurine smiled back at you and rested his head on yours. He reached over and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Whatever you want, little one" He rubbed his cheek on your head like a cat.

...

"Hey! You're messing up my hair!'

[cryoblade]

STORY TIME:

While making and upgrading my final destination shelf(I am now on version 3.5), someone contacted me and asked if I could make a full 360 version. I told him I could probably do so, but since all the wiring is hidden behind the background I couldn't make it light up, my 3d printing setup means the final size would be slightly smaller and.. Of course. It would cost more.

That guy said he still wanted me to work on it.

I was able to design and get him exactly what I promised in about 1 month. But personally I want satisfied, there's a certain level of impact I want my creations to have. So several more months of R&D (and the original commissioners blessing) later I present ... THIS

It floureces, glows in the dark, rotates in two directions around a stationary base.... I'm really proud of how much I was able to squeeze in here!

Also I got some help to make a fancier video.. I hope you all like it!

[evergingerly]

My first four artfight attack/revenges! Having so much fun so far :3

Oc credits:

Gumdrum - ToxicDL

Carrion - @chamomile-opal

Flourecance - Yselasart

Poma!!!! <333333 - @devilemon

[latoyalestrange]

THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

Masterlist | Playlist

Summary: Pedro takes every chance he gets to cheer Naela up. After filming an intimate scene, he finally starts to make some progress.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Innacurate portrayal of acting career (idk i’m not an actor) Pedro fluff, lil angst, not edited

Taglist: @marvel-sw-lover , @lokislittle , @red-red-rogue

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CHAPTER THREE — CIGARETTES AND APPLE JUICE

The next few weeks were hard for Naela. She was in a different country, bound by contract to stay until filming was finished. She felt violated, disrespected, and taken advantage of. And she was disgusted by the fact that no one was angry except for her and Pedro. But what was she supposed to do? Leave and then get sued? Naela had to be honest with herself. She would make this sacrifice, pick herself back up, and get through it. She needed this opportunity. And if she were really honest, she probably would have said yes if she were given all the information at the start. She would be reluctant, sure, but this was all she’d ever wanted.

Pedro was making it bearable. So were the other friends she’d made on the cast so far. Today, however, Naela was sure no one could prepare her for. Episode four, scene 18.

She had to admit, she preferred her outfit for this scene to her usual jeans and fitted t-shirt. PJ shorts and an oversized crew neck was much more her style.

She took her place on the couch, trying to ignore the giant camera placed to the right of the retro TV she was meant to be watching. She took a deep breath as the crew made the final adjustments and Pedro took his pace on the other side of the fake door.

“Okay, everyone’s in there places, good…” Tom was muttering to himself as he checked off his mental list. The flourecent lighting switched off and everyone was left in the warm glow of Lucia’s apartment lighting.

a/n: listen i know this is from season two but just pretend okay

“For this scene, after Javi witnesses Colonel Carrilo kill a child to prove a point to Pablo’s young informants, he finds himself at Lucia’s house after drinking. After countless lingering touches and passionate glances, he gives in to his desire. He needed someone who understood,” Tom read off of the script to help them get into character.

“Alright, everyone.” This was always the most nerve wracking part for Naela. The silence as everyone watched. “Episode four, scene 18, take one…Action!”

Naela took one more deep breath as she shifted in the couch, trying to get comfortable. She half-watched what the crew put on the TV for a few second before she heard her cue.

Knock, knock, knock.

She instantly opened the drawer next to the couch and withdrew her pistol. She kept it tight at her side as she crept up to the door, the camera following her as she did so. She certainly wasn’t expecting anyone at this hour, and frankly, she would be a good target for any of the members of Pablo’s cartel.

She put her eye up to the peephole and sighed, putting the saftey back on her gun. She unlocked all three of the locks on her door and swung it open.

There stood Pedro, looking up at her with a pitiful and defeated look.

“Javi…what are you doing, it’s pouring—“ She didn’t finish before he let himself in. Making himself at home, he started rummaging through her liquor cabinet.

She scoffed, “Go right ahead.” She rolled her eyes and joined him in her kitchen as he poured himself a glass of what was supposed to be liquor, but was really apple juice.

He poured himself a double and downed it in one go, planting his strong hands on her counter as he let his head fall. Naela had a second to take in his outfit, a light blue button up tucked into his tight jeans and chunky holster. She stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder as he continued to look down at his feet.

“What happened with the Colonel?” He turned to answer her question, and in that moment, he realized how close they were. Their lips, in particular. He paused for a moment, this was the moment where he chose if he cared about breaking the rules. If she was worth it. And she was.

He connected their lips softly, hesitating at first. He turned his body towards her and snaked one arm around her back, deepening the kiss. He tasted like cigarettes, and, you guessed it, apple juice. He smelled much better, though, like cedar wood and cardamom.

She let herself enjoy it for a moment, then broke away, “No, no, no….we can’t.” She was breathless and her mouth was already puffy. Pedro brought his hand up to cup her cheek, looking into her eyes intensely.

“Don’t pretend I can’t see the way you look at me.” His voice was low, almost like a growl. To her surprise, he slowly sunk to his knees, letting his hands wander as he did so. “We can take away each others pain…let me make you feel good, princesa.” He lifted up the hem of her sweater to pepper kisses along her stomach, his hands resting on her hips.

God, it was so hard to focus. If she had a line, she couldn’t remember what it was. The only thing she could think about was the overwhelming tingling sensation below her stomach. Why did he make her feel this way when she already loved someone else? Sure, he was difficult at times, but she loved him. She’d spent the last three years committed to him and she wasn’t about to let it go to waste.

Regardless, she pulled herself back into character, “J-javi—“

“Please, Lucia…you’re the only one who understands.” She followed his eyes as he straightens his spin to tower over her. His hands found their way back around her waist and she understood why Lucia gave in in that moment. She couldn’t say no. He connected their lips once more, this time more firey than the last. The director let them go on for a few seconds before calling it.

“And cut! I am really liking these one-take scenes you guys are doing. Keep it up!”

All Naela heard was “cut”. She was ripped from her fantasy as Pedro withdrew with his hands still lingering.

“Good job!” She choked out after a few seconds of awkward silence and staring.

“Oh, that was all you, Naela. You killed it.” His hands finally dropped, and she hated to admit she missed their warmth and the magic of the scene as the bright lights came back on. Reality always set back in during these moments, and she was reminded of how much trouble she would be in if Josh were to watch the show.

“Thanks,” was all she could think to say. Over Pedro’s shoulder, she spotted Boyd making kissy faces mockingly at them. “I think Boyd is calling for you.” She teased, pointing behind him. Pedro turned and witnessed Boyd trying to play it off by smoothing his new mustache down with his fingers. Pedro chuckled and shook his head.

“I’ll take care of him. See you around, Naela.” She giggled as he jogged off.

“See you.”

Naela was particularly excited to turn in that night. They had the weekend off to explore Columbia if they wanted, go to the beach, or just sleep in. Naela’s plans, you ask? Stealing food from the buffet and watching the telenovela she was binging.

To prepare for such an event, she took an everything shower, feeling like an entirely new human when she stepped out. Next step was putting on her favorite lotion and pajamas, then heating up her dinner. She was just settling in on her fouton when she heard a knock at her trailer door.

She was hit with a disorienting wave of deja vu, but regardless, she got up to answer. “Pedro?” By that time, the sun had set and the image was entirely too familiar. This time, he had a bottle of wine and two glasses. His usual button up and flared jeans was replaced with a slim-fitting t-shirt and pajama pants. She instinctively bit her lip, she liked the casual look on him. She was still getting used to the haircut and mustache, though.

The feeling she had was entirely different than while filming, though. Realizing he was probably put up to this, she sighed.

“I thought we didn’t need to do this until after we were done filming—“

He shook his head profusely, “No, this is just me, I promise. I just wanted to see how you were doing, considering…” Her expression softened to a smile as she stepped aside. He smiled back at her as he stepped into her trailer, having a look around. He noticed her looking at the wine in his hands.

“I ran to the store after the last scene and got this. Thought we could use something to unwind before the weekend.” He set it down on the counter and staged the glasses next to it.

She nodded “Yeah, of course. Very thoughtful of you.” She didn’t even need the alcohol, she was already blushing and he hadn’t opened it. She watched as he peeled off the wrap and stared at the cork.

“Shit, I didn’t think this through,” he joked as he tried prying it out with his fingers. Naela thought for a moment. Showing him her party trick could either impress him or turn him severely off. She wanted wine, though, so she decided to take her chances.

“Here,” she reached out for the bottle and he oblidged. He watched her, curious to see her solution. Like it was muscle memory, she brought the bottle up to her mouth and bit down on either side of the cork. It didn’t take much effort to slide it out.

“A woman after my own heart,” Pedro mused, taking the bottle back as she placed the cork on the counter.

She chuckled, “My brother taught me that.”

“Really?” He laughed. “Well, thank you, Sebastian, for teaching Naela to save the night.” He poured a reasonable amount into each glass and handed her one.

“Cheers to a wrap on week three of filming.”

“Cheers,” she added before taking an indulgent sip, peering over the rim of her glass to keep eye contact.

The tension subsided as the hours passed and as glasses were filled and then emptied again. They talked about any and everything that passed their minds. They might’ve said a few things they shouldn’t have, but the night was mostly filled with laughter and stories of their childhood.

It was getting late, and Naela felt herself getting giggly and delerious.

She had no problem saying “You’re way cooler than i thought you would be.” By this time they were slumped on her couch, her knees resting on his thigh as she held her head up with her hand. Pedro’s head rested on the back of the couch, unable to care about good posture anymore. It turned toward her once she said that, though.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” His tone was playful, almost teasing.

“The characters you play are so different from the real you.” She elaborated.

“What, you don’t think I’m a womanizer?” He joked, gesturing to his form.

She giggled and nudged his shoulder gently, “No, not at all.” They were quiet for a moment as their laughter subsided. “I think you’re really sweet, Pedro.” She let her head fall to his shoulder, showing her sincerity.

“Good…” He looked away, wanting to hide his nervousness. “I try to be.” She lifted her head to look at him, and at that exact moment, he turned to face her again. They were inches away just like they had been earlier in the day. This time, the awkwardness and then hesitation was real. The mental war they were going through not to do what they so desperately wanted to was real. She blinked away her rose-colored glasses and leaned back, finishing her wine.

“Thank you for this, Pedro.” She smiled genuinely at him. “It felt nice to talk to someone who knows exactly what I’m going through.”

“Yeah, it helps.” He gulped down the rest of his wine and collected her glass. He stood and made his way to the door, turning back to look at her as he opened it.

“Goodnight, Naela.”

“Night, Pedro.” He hesitated for a second, their eye contact lingering as he gave her a weak smile. Why did a profound wave of sadness always wash over her when he left? It was always a surprise and seemed to hurt more every time she felt it.

To hopefully help her forget, she immediately tried to fall asleep. She was restless for a good hour or so, but she felt herself nodding off eventually. It was like she blinked and it was suddenly her favorite time of the week: the weekend.

reblog if you made it to the end!

[endo-bunny]

My Pretty Flower Chapter 2|Tech x Medic Reader|

A/n: I really hope that you guys like this! Feel free to tell me what I need to improve on if y'all wish! 😁

Chapters : One

Warning: Torture, needles, injection, passing out, descriptions of pain, angst, fluff

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It had been a while since anyone had come in. Crosshair barely spoke, only awkwardly holding your body. The both of you jumped as the door to the room was flung open. The scientist from before walked in, a nurse right behind him. Crosshair seemed confused when his eyes met the cart that was being wheeled in be the nurse. The usual large syringe was on the cart, but there was something new today. Instead of the dull colored chemicals, there was a bright flourecent blue substance laying next to the syringe.

"Week ain't this cute? That's too bad, cause it's time for you to get up. Experiment time," He had a crazed look I'm his eyes.

This wasn't a good chemical and it was clear by the way that he was looking at you. Crosshair tried to keep you closer to him but failed as you were roughly ripped from his arms. A clone trooper had a hold of you and one had a hold of Crosshair. You could feel your heart rate picking up, as well as hear the blood that was pumping in your ears. They strapped your thrashing, weak body to that metal table.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Crosshair twitching like crazy. His face was as hard as stone as a low growl like sound came from his throat.

"Oh stop fighting it you little twerps."

You couldn't imagine what was going through Cross' mind, especially since they had apparently taken his chip out and then put it back in.

You looked over at the scientist, the same sadistic smile on his disgusting face. He reached over and picked the syringe up. Tauntingly, he set the brake substance up into the syringe. He held onto the syringe, flicking the needle part a couple of times. He looks down at you as if you were an animal that he was about to dissect. He was inspecting your body; seeing where to inject his new concoction. He finally chose the perfect place in his mind, your neck. You felt it when the sharp needle pierced your skin as he injected the liquid into your bloodstream. You could feel the effects of it almost instantly. It felt like electricity was in your skin. You screamed out in agonizing pain so loud that it could possibly burst someone's eardrums. As soon as a tear left, your eyes instantly evaporated. How are you surviving this? Any normal human being would have died so fast. Except you weren't a normal human being anymore, not since you were brought here. Their last experiments had to be the cause of why you weren't surviving this right now. Trying to breathe was futile as pain surged through your body. You screamed so much. Screamed and cried out until you couldn't even make a sound. You tried to stay awake, scared of what would happen if you slipped into the welcoming arms of darkness. You fought the urge until you couldn't ultimately, passing out from the excruciating pain. When you awoke from your deep slumber, you were greeted by Crosshair's sleeping face. How long have you been out for? You seemed to pass out for long periods of time often. Your body ached and your head pounded. That was a side effect of having an electrifying chemical pumped into your veins. As you slowly start to move around, Cross opens his eyes. He was immediately on alert. He scanned the room before looking down at your pained face. How long will this go on? You had to try and gain your strength back. You needed to get back to your family.

"Cross," you choked out, "Once I gain some more strength back, I need you to help me stand."

He stared at you and huffed, leaning back again as you two laid there. After a little while you finally tugged on his arm, signaling to help you up.

He gave you a puzzled look while scoffing, but doing as you asked; albeit painstakingly slow. Putting the majority of your weight on him, you stood up. You had a tight grip on his upper biceps as your knees willed to buckle. Your breath was staggered as your strength was quickly being depleted. After a minute of just standing and holding onto cross hair was when your legs gave out. He didn't realize that your body gave out until you felt cross hair with a tight grip on you. As he gently lowered you to the ground, he whispered something. You didn't hear what he said, but you already knew. He was muttering like he always said when the two of you were in a stressful situation.

"You're doing good Little Bird."

You hadn't heard those words leave his mouth in so long. The last time you remembered hearing those calming words was right before you guys had to leave him behind. You never have found out why he would call you Little Bird. You remember that day so well though.

The ship had just landed as you and the others unloaded. You were all very confused, one of your group less so than the rest. You had no clue as to what had just happened. They were dead, all of them were dead. You're in shock, and it was clear as day just by taking a glance in your direction. You didn't understand any of it.

You and Crosshair were the last ones in the bunk room, quietly sitting on Cross' bed. The two of you had a little fling going on, but you've slowly been pulling away after having witnessed him making out with one of the other medics. You were heartbroken, having fallen in love with the sniper. It was awkward in the room, to say the least. You yearned to be held in his arms. After sitting for what felt like hours, you slowly and finally felt his nimble fingers creep their way around your shoulders. His head came to rest on the top of your head while your back made contact with his hard chest. Your mind was telling you to walk away, go find the others. Your body didn't move though, didn't wish to move.

"I'm so sorry, but I promise you're doing so well Little Bird."

His voice was stoic, emotionless. Tears slowly slide down your cheek as you pulled yourself away from him. Standing up, you looked at him before leaving to go find the others.

Zoning back in, you can feel Cross' shallow breath on the back of your neck. You could tell that he had fallen asleep. You couldn't blame him, though. You were all so exhausted, but you had already slept so much. Your eyes slowly started to betray you. You snuggled more into cross' body as your own body and mind went blank.

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[the-homestuck-side-blog]

A wild crocodile troll approaches!

“Hey, welcoome too the funky glasses club, haven’t seen yoou aroound here befoore! I like yoour sweater”

🍄 Morana Judgements 🍄

Come see what this little mushroom cutie thinks of you!

[naruhinamain]

🎟️It's been a good run, but NaruHina Fair has come to an end.

We're ringing down the curtain to our monthlong celebration for our beloved couple, Naruto and Hinata. We're grateful to everyone who celebrated NaruHina Month 2022 along with us!

Our endless appreciation for all the incredible participants who blessed us with their talent. Thank you for all your time and effort. Every submission is a treasure for NaruHinas around the world.

We also hoped that you all had fun with our special activities and enjoyed our digital goodies. As well as discover new creators to love and support, and also shared the excitement and energy along with your mutuals.

You guys also did a mind-blowing effort of making #NHMonth2022 trend!

Grateful too to the anonymous organizers of the feeding-drive for stray cats in Indonesia on behalf of NH Fair.

Also to everyone who made Hinata's birthday a center of love and appreciation! Shout out to the following:

To @keycipo for hosting #HinataHyugaWeek2022.

To @whitelilyhinata & co for hosting a giveaway for brazilian stans and making "Parabéns Hinata" trend.

To @hinata_comfort for gifting a lunar deed of an acre of the moon named after Hinata.

To the organizers of "Flourecent: Hinata Birthday Project". Hinata fans in Indonesia made donations and was distributed to the people around them and the children at the Orphanage. Thank you to @imalyapp @inhaxxxx @hyg_sxsza @cipuyuumktcunoo @upilguamarkonah @/rinnn535 (tiktok) tia, dean, listy, puji, ningrum

It is truly a great honor being a part of this community. We are swelling with pride for all your dedication and hard work. We wouldn't have had a really magical month without you guys.

Also, late submissions are encouraged! But the reward system will be closed by 1st of January 2023 23:59 PHT. This account will still be up and running for supporting NH medias, & future events, so stay tuned...

Again, we're beyond grateful for all the love & support. We're wishing everyone a wonderful year ahead! 'til next time~

Live life and enjoy the ride!

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[melindaaskblog]

[The tiny crow approached the entity, looking at it with a very curious gaze]

“H..hello?”

[It had the voice of a child who couldn’t be more than 9-10 years of age. Urbanshade had done this to a literal child. The sick fucks. But anyways, Corvus looked at Melinda with a hopeful gaze. Perhaps this could be a new friend?]

[stupid Corvus, you won’t make friends down here.]

[Lol get fucked you will]

[The void mass would stare down at the little bird from its counter, the cell it was in was quite heavily worn down, most likely escapable, but it was the only dark space compared to the burningly bright flourecents that filled the hallway.]

[The mass was almost indistinguishable from the dark around it, making it look like two eye ring were simply shifting around to peer at the bird from behind the glass.]

[Eventually it would pause, shuffling awkwardly in place before reaching out a tentacle pressing a note onto the glass before quickly retreating as not to get burned.]

`Strange creature, I've never seen something such as you before. Perhaps a mutant, perhaps something from the surface I haven't encountered yet. Don't be afraid, even if I was starving, you wouldn't be more then a light snack I'd rather not indulge in, too many feathers for my taste.`

[There'd be another pause.]

`Alright, it feels weird to use all my theatrics here, so I may as well try to talk "casually" as I've heard it being referred to. What's your name? You're definitely a kid. Maybe human turned feathered... something?`

[scifrey]

It feels very unfair that the winter solstice isn't a stat holiday.

I shouldn't have to crawl out of my warm and cozy nest to go sit in a flourecent office on a day when the sun doesn't even rise until after I've left the house.

[hyvee]

I need to go to Jupiter. I need to be stupider. Look at this thing i had installed in my cubicle it covers the harsh flourecent light and gives the space a soft green hue as if i’m sitting under a tree in summertime.