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the-nerds-in-black · 1 year ago

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If you don't mind me asking, what inspired your designs for the LiB human forms? Why did you give them the looks that you did?

I love this question!! I'll explain a bit of my design process. (Be prepared, it is a long explanation!)

First and foremost, I wanted to retain their color schemes, but sort of "normalize" them in a sense. The lords dress very bright and wacky, and I wanted to keep that but also make them look like someone you could just pass on the street. So, the first thing I did was assign them natural hair colors. A more natural blonde for Tinky, ginger for Wiggly (because I found it funny), etc etc..

I also tried to make their clothes more "believable". You dont really see a lot of people walk around in shiny, brightly saturated, monochromatic outfits in everyday life. Personally, I think we should normalize that, but whatever. So, I broke up and spread the color throughout their outfits. Pokey still has blue, but its only in his pants and tie. Tinky still has orange and a little bit of red, but he doesnt have those neon yellow matching jacket and pants combo like in canon. Basically the first step in designing them was making them look.. kinda normal!

Then the second part! Relating them to my pre existing lords designs!

Disclaimer!! These are old designs from months ago, and Ive been slowly redesigning them so they aren't exactly accurate to how I envision the Lords!

But anyway, then comes the easy part, making them look like my interpretations of the lords! Face shape, nose type, hair texture, body type, etc etc. I did accidentally make Tinky less husky as a nerd, which wasnt intentional, so when I draw him later he will be a bit stockier!

As for exact design choices for each of the Nerds In Black, this is how I designed them!

Pokey

His outfit is meant to resemble Paul's outfit by the end of tgwdlm. Its pure irony and I am a sucker for that! It also feels like something Pokey would wear casually: formal but not too formal. The little heels are purely for show. In the future I'd probably draw him with chunkier heels. The little streak in his hair comes in a later chapter!

Tinky

I really channeled nerd energy into his design. The short sleeved button down over a t-shirt speaks to me. Also gave him a watch because I felt it was the easiest way to allude to who he is. Plus, it matched the shape language of his glasses! (Which alludes to his goggles in canon) When I draw him in the future I am drawing him a bit chubbier and with messier hair. Also, ive never written about it or drawn it, but Tinky still has an overbite!

Wiggly

He is actually pictured in an outfit that will show up in the next few chapters! It's a dressier outfit than what he woke up in. The inspiration comes from a funny place actually: Grace's outfit. White shirt, cardigan vest, a little ascot resembling tentacles, its just a slightly more masculine (and green) version of her outfit. And this serves a purpose! For now, I'll say that Grace and Wiggly have a surprising amount of things in common, and they are sort of like foils to each other. It was also important to make him look non threatening, including his lanky frame and freckles. Basically, i wanted to emphasize his insecurities, the parts of himself that he believes make him weak, so that he can't avoid facing them head on!

Nibbly

I went a little silly for this one. PERSONALLY, and this is my opinion, I dont.. really care for Nibbly's outfit in canon, but I tried to keep the skirt, pigtails, and overall feminine expression. I feel like the dark sweater contrasted well with the skirt and peppermint inspired accents. Honestly, im not sure if this one is one of my favorites and I may rework it a little, but I still think its cute! Plus he has a little gap between his teeth! Also, the corset was a fun idea I had, and I think he will get it in a later chapter. The strings on the corset are supposed to resemble sharp teeth too.

Blinky

Being fr I have no idea what i was thinking with the polka dots on the hoodie. Maybe like.. eyes? Definitely going to rework that. Anyway, I wanted Blinky to be dressed very modestly. Its sort of meant to represent that he prefers to watch and not be watched. The face mask also serves that purpose, plus obscuring his mouth. I also kept his glasses, but made them a necessity. Its an added weakness, and worse, its a weakness that was once his strength.

In conclusion...

Overall, I think Pokey, Wiggly, and Tinky are my strongest designs that have a lot of thought into him! I will be changing a feel small things in the future, but for now I think they are fine.

And that's my design thought process! Thanks for asking about it :3

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skeletonmob · 3 months ago

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Catharsis - Chapter 5

Chap 4

Masterpost

Chap 6

Word Count ~ 3830

Reading Time ~ 19min.

May 31

"So that's basically what happened."

A girl named Nelly visited the clinic today, explained the situation as best she could, and was asking about the possibility of giving two strangers she ran across therapy.

"So you have had no relation to these two up until this point?" I asked.

"No. If the stars aligned you'd run into Gale at an art show, and a good chunk of people know Joseph since he's a pretty popular Youtuber, but beyond that, I don't like, know them know them."

"But based off the interactions you've had, you think they're suffering from some sort of psychological issue?"

"Well, yes, but I think it's more . . . about the Evil Eye than anything. Based off their behavior, I don't think they'll be able to give a proper apology. Unless they get over their childhood trauma or whatever, I think they're going to remain cursed."

I thought for a moment.

"There's no harm in bringing them in, but based off what you've told me, they sound kind of like alpha males who think they can just power through everything."

"I kind of had the same feeling. That's why I thought this was a good idea."

"I can talk to them, but if I can't find any issues, they're probably going to book it out of here."

"Don't you have like, 12 week sessions every Tuesday and Thursday or whatever?"

"Yes, but those are for actual patients. Depending on the issue, it can take anywhere from three sessions to three weeks to diagnose it. That's kind of our 'free trial' period. Then after that, we work on implementing a plan of action and a specific schedule. But again, if I don't feel there's anything seriously wrong with them, then they're free to leave after that 'free trial' period."

"Are you looking for something specific?"

"Anxiety, depression, moving on from an abusive relationship. Anything that usually requires outside help to get over. If they just have a tendency to wake up on the wrong side of the bed or are just a known drama queen, then the usual response is to take some meditation classes or exercise more."

"So you just need something serious."

"You can phrase it like that. Even if I don't find anything wrong with them, I can still recommend them to a doctor or another therapist."

"But you're still going to talk to them?"

"Yes, and I know being cursed is serious business, but legally and medically, if I can't find anything wrong with them, there's no reason for them to stay here."

Nelly stared at the floor for a moment, contemplating whether this was worth it.

"Well, I guess it's better to try and fail than not try at all."

She pulled out a note. On it were a pair of names and phone numbers.

"Here's their names and numbers. I told them to find an apartment for the summer and that they'll be contacted by someone soon."

Jun 4

I had Jae Sheridan stop by the clinic on Friday, so I could get a better grasp of the situation. Nelly mentioned that he usually dressed like a plague doctor, but today he was wearing a tropical print t-shirt, khaki shorts, socks and sandals, and a mostly black mask colored yellow at the end of the beak. It took me a moment, but I realized it was suppose to represent a toucan.

"Is this the outfit you normally wear during the summer?" I asked.

You're not supposed to make too much small talk with patients. It's generally considered unprofessional as it can increase the likelihood of patients getting too attached to you. You're here to help them with their emotional problems, not chat about sports or politics. At the same time, you need to get people to trust you and be comfortable around you. So most therapists make a few comments about the weather and then try to tie that into session proper.

"Yeah," Jae responded in a defeated tone, "I was also thinking about making one inspired by doves, but I don't really like monochromatic outfits."

"I'm assuming you have multiple tropical shirts."

"I have all seven of these. I saw them at Park Meadows and thought they'd be perfect for this."

"Well, I think it's really fun! Do you get a lot of comments on your outfit?"

"Depends on what day it is. I think most people just assume I'm an alchemist and this is just my thing."

"What about the people at the art collective?"

Jae sighed.

"A good chunk of them thought it was cool. A few thought I was trying too hard to be eccentric. Then they just kinda . . . ignored me after a while. It just became normal."

"Is that the reason you're thinking about quitting the art collective?"

"Not exactly . . . I joined back in high school. I participated on and off throughout college, then really threw myself in after I graduated. But it's been like, a decade and nothing's come from it."

"Are you jealous of everyone else?"

"I'm . . . I'm more demoralized than anything. Like, you hear all these stories about these high end fashion houses picking up young designers, or games studios hiring artists because they found them at an art show. And then I've been doing everything I can to bring my art into the world, but it feels like nobody's been paying any attention."

"So are you frustrated because you feel you haven't received the recognition you want or because you haven't received the fame and fortune you want?"

"The . . . former." Jae checked his hands to make sure he was saying the right word, "Like, there have been moments where I'm like 'oh yeah! I can totally sell this at an art show!', but I usually get too absorbed in bringing my ideas to life."

"You're more focused on the process more than anything."

"Yeah."

"Do you show you art to friends and family?"

"On and off when I first started, but I stopped pretty quickly after that. It was clear none of them really had an interest in art, and what's the point of showing my stuff to the same ten people over and over?"

"Are you afraid they wouldn't like it?"

"It's . . . more that they didn't have anything to say. It's just 'wow! that's cool!' and that's it. And sometimes my mom would pester me with really technical questions I only vaguely knew the answer to. Like, 'why does adding cobalt to glass make it turn blue?'."

"I'm assuming that similar things have happened at the art shows you've attended."

"Yeah."

There was a pause as I thought through everything we'd said. This is actually a pretty common problem. Somebody wants to find their true love, or make friends, or get over their phobia, but they keep getting burned over and over. Then, after a while they start to feel trapped and hopeless. They want to be happy or they want to be part of something, but the world keeps teaching them that they can't have it. The most obvious solution would be to just keep trying, but you can only tell someone to keep chasing their dreams for so long.

"Do you have any hobbies outside of art?"

"I usually play board games every Saturday."

"That's great! Why don't you try focusing on that for the time being? Put your art on the backburner for the next month or so. A lot of times, taking an extended break from something can give you a new perspective on it."

Jae shifted in his seat. It appeared that he wanted something more concrete, but this was the best I could offer without outright saying 'you should stop doing art'.

"You want me to practice networking?"

"I'm suggesting that you might be burnt out. While constantly throwing yourself at a problem will eventually solve it, sometimes it's more efficient to take a step back and think about how to move forward."

. . . . .

"Alright."

"And you're more than welcome to come back here if you feel you need to."

Jun 8

The following Tuesday, I had my first session with Gale Carver, one of the people Nelly mentioned.

"Are you comfortable in that outfit? It's pretty hot outside."

"Cut the crap! Let's just get this over with!"

I was momentarily shocked, but then continued.

"I've heard that you frequently harass people at art shows. Can you tell me more about this?"

"Ugh, I do it because the world is an absolute shitshow! It's cruel and awful in every sense of the word! Then you have all these artists parading their photographs or wood carvings around, pretending that everything's fine. It's all bullshit!"

"And how exactly does that frustrate you?"

"Because it's not the truth! There are tech companies that're trying to destroy the planet for money! Gateway practically started the Bullion War! And I bet there's tons of politicians out there, waiting for their moment to strike like the snakes they are!"

"So this frustrates you because it appears that no one is addressing the problem?"

"I . . . guess that's what it boils down to."

“Do you normally feel this frustrated? Like on a day to day basis?”

“It’s frequent, but I wouldn’t say I’m constantly boiling my piss over everything. Some days I feel pretty depressed, and other days I just feel . . . really crushed by everything. I usually just stay home and play video games when I’m in that sort of mood.”

"Do you often avoid watching the news?"

"Mostly. Sometimes you can't avoid it because some moron is like 'CAn yOU beLieVe ThIs?'"

“Have there been any times where you felt genuinely happy?”

. . . . .

“October 3rd of last year. At work, I decorated a cake to look like a jack-o-lantern. Like, it was actually round not cylindrical. I was really proud of that. Then I grabbed some coffee and walked around the waterfront, around the Grant Park area. All the trees had changed color and it looked amazing! I was listening to the news, and there was this story about how scientists managed to rediscover and grow silphium. When I look back on it I’m like, ‘damn, that was a great day!’.”

When people don’t feel they’re supported they gravitate towards anyone who they think will listen to them: alternative subcultures, alpha male podcasters, one night stands, whoever. If they’re continually ignored or ostracized, whether for legitimate reasons or not, within that community or by that person, then they will start to self-destruct. They go full fledged helicopter parent, drug addict, anarchist revolutionary, you name it.

Gale definitely fell along those lines, though I couldn’t exactly tell where. Based off our conversation so far, it seemed like he was ready to start burning society to the ground the moment someone even thought about slighting him. But being cursed with the Evil Eye is very serious, and he hasn’t taken to the streets yet. He’s also apparently been like this for years, and he hasn’t taken to the streets yet. And his description of October 3rd made it seem like something was holding him back. Like he still had hope in his heart or that he was just too emotional to truly go through with any plan he thought of.

“That does sound really great,” I continued, “It’s always nice when your day goes smoothly.”

“Whatever!” Gale tried to sound as dismissive as possible.

“Aside from playing video games, are there other activities that help you relax?"

"Quit trying to smooth talk me! I know you don't care!"

"Sir, this is my job. I help people with their problems by talking through things with them."

"Well, I don't have any problems! It's the world that has problems!"

It was clear it'd take a while to get to the bottom of this.

. . . . .

"Would you like to schedule your next appointment? Do Tuesdays work for you?"

Jun 10

On Thursday, I met with the one and only Joseph Andrews. I'm not a subscriber, but I have listened to a few of his reviews. I usually have documentaries or video essays on in the background while I'm cooking or gardening.

"Just out of curiosity, do people recognize you on the street?" I asked.

"Uh . . . on a day to day basis, not really. I've been invited to a few press releases for games, and a handful of people have noticed me there." Joseph answered.

"I'm assuming people notice you for your voice."

"Yeah, it takes most people some time though."

"And how would you describe your relationship with your audience?"

"Uh . . . pretty good, I guess?"

"You've never had any creep stalkers? Or that one guy that keeps trying to debate you?"

"Nothing too extreme. It's usually just the same handful of people that come to complain about my reviews."

"It sounds like it doesn't bother you much."

"It's part of the job."

There was an exasperated and frustrated tone to that last statement.

"So for those people that constantly complain about your videos, how do you – actually, can you give me an example of an interaction you've had with them?"

"Just a memorable interaction with my audience, or my critics?"

"Your critics."

"Well . . . there's this one walking simulator game: What Remains of Edith Finch. The main character – Edith Finch – visits her family home and reminisces about everything that happened there. Every member of the family is supposedly cursed to die in spectacular fashion. And I did a video on it – have you seen it?"

"No, I have heard of the game though."

"Okay, so . . . there's this one scene where a baby is 'accidentally' left in a bathtub and drowns. The game really lost me there. There's also similar scenes where the characters just feel very stupid and careless. And in my review on the game, I said that the story loses a lot of its emotional impact because these characters feel like they're too dumb to live."

"They don't feel realistic."

"Yeah! And there was this one commenter – I'll call them Rose – they said that was the whole point. The story's about death, grief, and trauma and how that affects people. People don't act rationally when there's repeated deaths in the family. Rose even made a video in response to mine! Which seemed like overkill."

"People cope with death in many ways."

"But that makes no sense! If there was a death in my family, I'd start hitting the gym or planning a massive, globetrotting vacation, y'know?"

"Not everybody has the same life experiences as you, Joseph."

"But that's completely irrational!"

"That people are different from you?"

I wouldn't say he has psychological issues, but he definitely had some . . . he definitely felt like an armchair critic. Someone who thought they were always right and always held the 'objectively correct' opinion about things. If anyone deviated from said opinion, well obviously they don't have any media literacy skills. Or they were just trying to start shit. That was the vibe I got from him.

"Ugh! Dammit!" he shot up from his chair, "We're wasting time!"

"Your apology's not going to land if you're not in the right frame of mind." I calmly said.

"Yeah, well, that's Jae's fault! He's the one who cursed me!"

. . . . .

"At the very least, set up an appointment for next Thursday, the 17th."

"Sitting here talking about meaningless bullshit isn't going to help!"

"A backup plan in case this doesn't go well."

. . . . .

"Fine, whatever. This still isn't going to help!"

Jun 11

Since it was built outside of downtown Denver, Park Meadows was free to conform to whatever geometry pleased it the most. It was a large 'H' shaped building made of beige brick. It was built on top a verdant lawn of native grass, which was surrounded by concentric circles of trees and asphalt. More trees surrounded the whole perimeter of the area, creating a sound barrier from the trains and highway. From a distance, the mall appeared to be a gigantic English manor sitting atop a forested hill. The only thing breaking the illusion were the signs on the facade and bits of colored steel that peeked through the trees.

In the southern courtyard was a large, Victorian styled greenhouse. It's primary purpose was to serve the dozen or so restaurants in the mall. They'd use the herbs to garnish a plethora of entrees and desserts, and they'd use the flowers for table setting. It was also nice to just have an immediate source of cilantro, basil, and other common herbs on hand. Many restaurants around the world actually have a greenhouse attached for these purposes. The greenhouse was actually so large that the Rocky Mountain Soap Company and Century Candles would also use it to decorate their soaps and candles respectively.

Jae and about a dozen other people were employed by the mall itself to manage the greenhouse. For the most part it was rather light work. Setting up the plant boxes and drip irrigation obviously took some time, but beyond that, the only real work you had to do was monitor the plants. If there were any problems, you could generally fix them right then and there. If there were aphids, you could scrape off a few dozen into your hand and use Saturn magic to kill the rest. If powdery mildew was becoming a problem, you could use Mercury magic to increase air flow. If there was a sudden die off mid season, you could just use Venus magic to propagate new plants.

After checking all the mint, Jae spent the rest of his shift zoning out. He'd been thinking about his session with Cloak on and off throughout the week. In Jae's mind, his advice basically boiled down to 'just keep trying'. A sentiment that you could only keep telling someone for so long, but also the answer Jae kept falling back to in times like these. In many respects, it was the only answer anyone had for anything: struggling to make friends, struggling to find love, struggling with school, struggling to stay healthy. Whether it was learning to cook, starting your own business, or bodybuilding, the panacea for it all was to 'keep trying'.

Basically everyone under the sun had told Jae this at some point, and he wanted to hear literally anything else. He wanted to know. He wanted to be pointed in a direction. He wanted his problems to be over and his troubles to cease. Deep down though, he knew it was unrealistic for random strangers to magically come into his life like that. He also knew that it was true to an extent. The only way to get better at art was to keep creating more art. The only way to network and make friends is to keep interacting with others. The only way anyone will recognize your achievements is if you keep putting yourself out there.

Clink clink

Jae's thoughts were interrupted by some tapping on the glass. It was a mother holding her child. He stepped over to a small window and slid it open.

"Now, give the nice . . . give the nice gardener the money!"

The child's tiny hand thrusted a quarter towards Jae.

"And tell them what kind of flower you want."

"I want - I want a pretty flower!"

. . . . .

"Just give me a minute."

Jae gingerly took the quarter, closed the window, and dashed into the greenhouse. He found a nice large magenta zinnia, cut it, and dashed back to the window.

"Yay!"

"It's so big! And it matches your clothes!"

"It's pink!"

"Yeah, just like your clothes!"

- - -

After work, Jae visited Stella's Coffee – a coffee shop set in a refurbished Victorian mansion. He worked on his newest project – a currently untitled sequel to Old Haunts – for about two hours before heading home. Running into that child was a small interaction, but it had improved his mood considerably. He more or less figured out the entire plot of the story for the sequel.

"Hey, wait up!"

Jae turned around and his mood immediately soured. Joseph was running up to him, holding a present.

"Hey, I'm really sorry - "

"Shut up."

Joseph froze in shock for a moment. He honestly didn't expect Jae to respond like that.

"Well, I got you a small something - "

"I'm not going to forgive you like this."

"Why not?"

"Because I know you don't mean it! You're not doing this because you care about me. You're doing this just to get rid of the curse. You're doing this because you've been massively inconvenienced."

"I haven't even made a video about your game!"

"Bitch! You and basically every single one of your subscribers thinks that I'm some weird sex freak! And the VOD of that stream is on your second channel! So anybody who comes across it is going to think the exact same thing!"

"I can delete it!"

"What's that going to do? At least 50k have the worst first impression of me!"

Jae wrenched the present from Joseph's hands and tossed it aside. It powderized mid air and landed on the ground into a roughly rectangular pile of dust.

"And it's going to take more than a box of cookies to fix that."

Jae started walking away.

"I can put in a good word for you! For like, Ubisoft and stuff!"

Jae turned around.

"You work for them?"

"I been invited to a bunch of press releases for games. I can get you in contact with the main HR person at basically every major game studio. At the minimum, they'll review your portfolio."

Jae paused for a moment. It was a tempting offer, but at this point he wanted a guarantee not a possibility.

"Don't bother."

"What about portfolio reviews or practicing game pitches? I know - "

"I said don't bother. It's too much work anyway."

"But if you need strong business skills to - "

"WHY though? Why do I have to learn a bunch of non artist skills to become a better artist? How's learning economics supposed to improve my skill as a photographer or whatever? Wouldn't it be more efficient to just dive in head first?"

Joseph didn't have a response.

"It's like musicians becoming actors so they can get record labels to notice them. Why? Why do I have to put in all this extra effort to prove myself? And if my art is finally noticed, then all the business skills I learned art just dead weight! I just wasted my time if I'm never going to use them again."

. . . . .

"Uh, actually – GAH!"

Wanting to end the conversation, Jae kicked the air. Using a combination of Venus and Jupiter magic, the full kinetic energy of the kick was transferred straight into Joseph's family jewels. He stumbled back towards Stella's Coffee as Jae stomped off towards the nearest train station.

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dannyslaysdragons · 3 months ago

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When I was a little kid, my favorite color was green. It had always been green. It was probably because of Peter Pan wearing green, but the reasoning was lost to me because from the moment I could have a favorite color to high school, it was green.

But in high school, I changed it to purple. I don't really know why. Purple was a way more popular answer and I wasn't exactly keen on "fitting in". I said green's still fine but purple just called to me more. And maybe that's true. I think maybe I like a wider range of purple shades? Cause like, green can be a sucky color if mishandled. So can purple but like, much less often. Or maybe it was just in the bisexual flag and I thought it was pretty.

But then as a new adult I realized I don't wear any purple or have/want purple things. I like red as a worn accent color over black, usually. So I considered changing it to red. I want a red 90s-ish toyota tacoma as a dream vehicle. I have a red Wii and 3DS (purchased items based on aesthetic). But the idea of changing my favorite color to the basic bitch red is nearly as unappealing to change it to the even basic-er bitch blue (no hate to those colors or those who hold them as their favorite. My wife's favorite is blue and I love that for her).

So as a generally established adult, I look at these options and go, what's the right answer here? I made my youtube channel purpleish when I re-themed it. I'd still love that red truck. I still wear mostly black with pops of red, though blue's creeping in there too. But my favorite thing to wear, by far, is my green flannel. I got it at a thrift store and it's so thick and sturdy. It's like wearing a blanket. When I wear it, I feel like me. If I was in a cartoon or video game, it'd be my main outfit for sure. I love it so much, I've reconsidered changing my favorite color back to green mostly because of it alone. But I haven't. I was scared to, I guess.

But now I'm here, typing this. Not to get fucking weird and sentimental on a post about literally colors, but I've been doing a lot of thinking about that kid recently. What he'd think of me. If he'd feel safe in my care, or happy that he gets to grow up to be me.

The truth is, I don't think I care what my favorite color is. They're all great for different things. I even like the colors I didn't as a kid because they remind me of people that I love (looking at you, orange, pink, and yellow). I don't even think that kid cares what my favorite color is either, I doubt he'd feel betrayed if it was different from his or anything.

But I care about that kid. To reconnect myself to him, and to respect who he was- thus who I am- I'll come out right now. My favorite color is green. It's always been green. And who gives a shit if it hasn't. It doesn't matter if when people see me (especially online), they think purple. That's great too. I still love purple. I'm just not monochromatic. That's never been my vibe.

So if you've read this far, thanks for sticking with me. Sorry to hijack your post. But I think you can do whatever you want for whatever reason without consequence in most cases. I can say my favorite color is green for a silly reason, even if it isn't 100% true (it's not even 1% false either, but so what if it was). You can say your favorite color is white/silver because that's the truth, even if you might display pink more or just as much. You can still even be thought of as a "pink" person if you want- I'll probably still get that vibe from you. I don't think that's ever been mutually exclusive. I know people who say "I don't have a favorite color because I like them all equally" (that's the yellow person I know) and, "I don't have one because I don't care" and, "I like X just as much as Y".

But if a part of you is sad that you're not accepting something about yourself, find out which part that is. It might make it easier to change whatever it is that part doesn't like (or you can tell that part to shove off, if necessary). I fully support your favorite-color-coming-out, if that helps too. You're absolutely right- it is wonderful.

When am I going to accept that pink isn't actually my favorite color and it's white/silver with pink as an extremely close second

Like I just feel like it would be a strange answer, who the fuck answers "what's your favorite color?" with "Oh, white/silver." Because like. I don't think some people consider it a color.

But oh my god do I love it, I think white and silver are so beautiful, I think monochrome is amazing, I love shades of grey, I don't know I just think it's such a lovely color. And it can open up to be anything, it can become anything. Because it's not just white, it's all colors! Like! Isn't it wonderful?

#again- massive apologies for the prose #This was way longer than I thought it would be

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