#imagine the colors to be. black teal and blue.

[leonardalphachurch]

posting our concepts for spider-baby. the spider legs aren’t really designed yet bc. look we can barely do human anatomy you want us to design weird spider hybrid anatomy. also suit design is nowhere near final yet but his civilian look is. most dripped out baby in the world.

[bayambii]

fontaine hands . . .

warnings: swearing, 4.2 archon quest spoilers, hands, a little steamy in clorinde if you squint

characters: wriothesley, neuvelitte, lyney, lynette, navia, clorinde, furina and freminet

bambis comments: hai cuties!! i have an obsession with hands so i thought it would be a perfect first post LOL

WRIOTHESLEY

◦ jesus fucking CHRIST, this man has large hands. i mean like second to none in teyvat i would say

◦ his hands are bruised and often dirty. when they’re not inside of his gauntlets, his right is covered with dark bandages. he goes really soft when you take the time to clean his hands or even like his nails

◦just like massaging his hands while he tells you about his day, rubbing his temple with his freehand while he goes on and on about one inmate who always tries to pick a fight

◦speaking of his nails! they’re stubby and not painted. he doesn’t bite them they just like break off naturally due to the nature of his job and his gauntlets

◦he has silver rings for every finger it looks like, and he fidgets with them when he’s talking to anyone, rolling it around his fingers and back again

◦HIS HANDS SMELL LIKE TEA RAAAH

NEUVILLETTE

◦ skinny ass hands, but they’re long.

◦ he almost always wears his gloves, because underneath he has scales on his hands. his hands aren’t fully dragon like, still keeping a human like color, but many teal scales decorate his hands.

◦his fingernails are naturally tinted a little blue, and they’re on the longer side. he keeps them clean and pushes his cuticles back often

◦he’s often writing with his hands, rolling his quill/pen around his fingers when he thinks. his hands are skilled at writing, and can write rather fast.

◦a wrist roller. his wrists get tight from writing for hours on end and always makes sure to roll them out.

LYNEY

◦OH MY GOD. don’t even get me started…

◦another fontainian who’s hands are often concealed in his gloves. a magician never reveals his secrets, does he?

◦he has regular length hands, but they’re on the skinny side.

◦his hands are almost always clean, and have a very soft texture.

◦imagine lyney late at night practicing new card tricks without his gloves, using you as his test audience (he shows you all his tricks first anyway)

◦he has trimmed nails, that he paints black and red, to match his whole theme. they tend to be chipped however, and he needs lynette or you to keep repainting them.

◦his hands are obviously very practiced, and he takes great care of them

LYNETTE

◦she has smaller and skinny hands, very petite and cute

◦ due to her cat-like nature, her hands are very sensitive, and she prefers to keep her gloves on

◦ when she holds your hand she likes to keep her gloves on, just so she doesn’t get overwhelmed

◦ however, she likes taking her gloves off to hold your face, and memorize each and every crevice and dimple with her hands

◦ when she feels comfortable, she’ll let you see her hands, and trusts you to know her comfort level with her sensitivity

◦she keeps her nails long, and painted a teal. she often keeps up with her nail care, and looks after your nails as well

◦her hands smell like tea, like wrio, due to her often drinking and brewing the beverage.

NAVIA

◦ADORABLE HANDS, and very well kept!

◦ skinny and longer, and a little freckled near her wrist.

◦she only keeps a glove on one hand, and she prefers to hold your hand with that one!

◦very well kept nails, with sapphire colored nail polish adorning them. she seems like the type to get like gems and stuff put on her nails.

◦she knows you like her hands, so she always makes sure to put extra time into caring for them

◦her hands are incredibly soft, and don’t really get that clammy

◦navia would only get clammy if you were flustering her, which is not an easy feat

CLORINDE

◦beautiful lady, long skinny hands again however she doesn’t know how to look after her hands

◦ ITS NOT HER FAULT NO ONE TAUGHT HER OKAY!! before starting a relationship with you, she never put much thought into her hands!!

◦she often keeps her gloves on, and like washes her hands when needed but she doesn’t take care of her nails or put lotion on or NOTHING

◦her nails are stubby, and might have leftover polish from the last time you attempted to paint her nails

◦with handling her weapons, she has very tactful hands and is not very clumsy

◦where she puts her hands is very, how do i say, purposeful

◦she might feign oblivion, but she knows exactly what she’s doing with her hands

FURINA DE FONTAINE

◦oh ho ho? you want to see the dear lady furinas hands?

◦only furina would take this much care into something she’s going to just put a glove over but WHATEVER

◦she’s got small hands, with many jewels and rings adorning her fingers

◦she looks after her nails with the upmost pride, and keeps them constantly painted and pristine

◦like clorinde, she is very purposeful where she puts her hands. your dear lady knows you, and knows exactly what makes you flustered (and oh does she love that)

◦she would love to help you look after your hands, and even help you paint a most magnificent nail art on your nails oh ho ho!

FREMINET

◦smaller hands, with larger palms, with FRECKLES!! and i mean freckles .

◦freminet doesn’t necessarily have clumsy hands, due to his work on per and other mechs, but his hands aren’t as practiced as other fontainians

◦his hands can also get clammy due to his shyness, and doesn’t want to bother you with that

◦HOWEVER, you can hold his hand all you want underwater. there’s no risk there, and he’s fully confident. maybe he’ll work up to holding your hand above the sea

◦he is very shy, and earlier on in your relationship, and is careful if he puts his hands on you if he does AT ALL…

◦ often under the water, his nails are always clean but still stubby, and never painted (but he wouldn’t be apposed to you painting them) ((just be prepared for a flustered frem))

[webby-after-dark]

P03fucker

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[crystalrabbit246912]

Winged NRC Students

Imagine Twisted Wonderland being a world where everyone has wings. I like to think that everyone has bird wings, but you can imagine insect or bat wings if you'd like.

Heartslabyul

I imagine Riddle would have flamingo wings because flamingos are in Heartslabyul for croquet matches and it seems fitting. If not, some species of bird with red wings seem to fit best.

Ace would likely be a parrot or a macaw since he seems like a tropical bird would fit best. Such birds have bright colors and parrots are sometimes seen as annoying, especially in media portrayals, isn't that fitting for Ace?

Deuce seems kind of like a swallow, which, if you didn't know, are small birds with dark blue wings. As such, his wings would match his hair which is mainly what I'm going for.

I could see Cater as a peacock or similarly flashy species of bird considering what he's like. If not a peacock, I'd say a tropical bird since those often have bright colors.

If I think of Trey with wings, I think of him with brown wings for whatever reason, so we're going to roll with it. He could be a tawny owl, maybe. It could work.

Savanaclaw

Leona, and Savanaclaw as a whole, is largely associated with muted, warm colors such as dark orange and brown. There aren't many birds with dark orange wings, though, so we're going with mostly brown and potentially gray here. Leona seems like he'd have falcon or eagle wings.

Ruggie grew up in the slums and gray is a color often associated with such things. Being in such a hopeless environment would have leeched the color out of anyone's wings, no? Perhaps dove or mockingbird wings could work for him.

Jack, meanwhile grew up in a cold environment, so he could potentially have white wings because snow often falls on cold days. Additionally, he could still have brown or gray wings, it's hard to pick just one. Swans don't trust outsiders often, which would be fitting for Jack's lone-wolf attitude. Perhaps he could be a black swan, though white would fit better with his hair.

Octavinelle

I can see Azul with either snowy owl or vulture wings. Snowy owls because owls are associated with wisdom and learning and Vulture because vultures could be seen as bad omens which would work well with Azul's backstory.

Jade and Floyd would probably have the same type of wings, being twins and all. They would likely have brightly colored wings, like kingfisher wings that are usually teal with white dots and orange underwings. Such colors suit them, don't you think?

Scarabia

For thematic purposes, I want Kalim and Jamil's wings to be basically mirror images of each other.

Kalim's could be a pure white crane or swan wings. I'm leaning toward swan here because their wings are long and perfect for long-distance soaring which Kalim would love to do.

Jamil, meanwhile, would likely have much shorter, crow wings. The black not only matches his hair but symbolizes the shadow that's always cast on him unknowingly by Kalim. Having short wings helps him fit into other places to do his work, though everything around Kalim is set to accommodate his much larger wings.

Pomefiore

Vil seems suited toward either mockingbird or flamingo wings. Mockingbird because he's an actor and mockingbirds are good at imitating others and flamingo because they're wings are suited for acrobatic flight and it seems fitting. If he does have flamingo wings, they would be a vastly different shade than Riddle's. He would also push proper wingcare tips and supplies onto his Dorm, which Epel doesn't actually mind since he likes his wings.

Rook is very flamboyant at first glance, so a tropical bird seems to fit him, but he's also a hunter. He's an expert at remaining unseen, and bright wings wouldn't help him with that. He wouldn't let that hinder him, but I lean more toward him having hawk wings since hawks have good eyesight. Additionally, he comes from a family of hunters and I don't think they would do well at hunting with such bright, noticeable wings.

Epel would have short wings since I imagine those with longer wings build big cities that a lot of people live in while those with short wings tend to live in small farming villages like Harveston. So he could either have woodpecker, robin, finch, or sparrow wings. I'm leaning toward woodpecker or sparrow personally.

Ignihyde

Idia would have phoenix wings, but instead of burning with red fire, they would have bright blue fire like the Shroud brothers' hair. Of course, he can turn the fire off or make it harmless, but just imagine Idia with blue fire wings.

Ortho, being... well, how he is, doesn't have physical wings. Idia was able to make him capable of simulating flight with wings similar to his hair, which I assume is a projection of fake fire. As such, Ortho can change his 'wings' but likes to keep them how they are because he likes to match with Idia.

Diasomnia

Malleus seems like no one can tell what species his wings are and everyone's too scared to ask him. If you do, he'll tell you that no one can tell what his or his grandmother's wings are. The wings have a mysterious feel to them and are probably black or something similar.

Lilia would have bat wings because he's a bat but would disguise them with an illusion of crow, vulture, or potentially some tropical bird wings because bat wings are restricted to only bat fae, and not many people have ever seen a bat fae in person.

Silver, being the only pure human among the Diasomnia crew, has pure white wings. Likely crane wings, so they're white with a bit of black on the tips. He uses them to help his balance while using his sword, so they flare out when he falls asleep so he doesn't topple over.

Sebek, being half-human, would have normal wings that have a sort of 'mystical' feel to them. I think he would have quetzal wings, which are green with gold highlights because they would match his hair and he would be ecstatic to have wings that match his liege's signature color.

Ramshackle

Being a different species, Grim wouldn't have wings, but the ghosts would have ghostly wings that no one can quite tell what they are because they don't have color anymore and the ghosts like not telling to keep it a mystery.

I like to think of Yuu as either having no wings because they came from a different world or gaining/previously having hummingbird wings. Hummingbirds in the TWST world would traditionally be messengers, which feels fitting for some reason.

[mammonsfeatheraccessories]

possession

summary: a demon has come to visit you in the middle of the night. how lucky are you?

pairing: lucifer/gender-neutral, AFAB reader

genre: smut

cw: consensual fear play, mild degradation, religious undertones in some places, lucifer’s demonic features (including tongue/genitalia) and mentions of the blood/violence demons are capable of (but not toward reader), oral sex (reader receiving)

***

the lights blink, more than they flicker.

slow and deliberate, staring down at you as if you had, in some unknown, grave way, disappointed them.

the air was colder, too. it yoked the warmth from your flesh and left you too chilled to properly shiver. your pillows, your blanket, the soft loving nest of your bed were suddenly suffocating, scratchy and tight and you wondered how you’d ever been able to sleep there. you untangled yourself from them, gasping for air that turned to ice in your lungs:

the lamps gave you one final, lengthy glare, before the light was snuffed out, and not even the moon could reach in to guide you.

footsteps replaced the rhythm of the lights; they clicked despite the carpet beneath them. they were meant to be heard. you were meant to be frightened.

they stopped at the edge of your bed. suddenly, the ring you wore on your left hand glowed a harsh and striking blue. it sought permission, or perhaps even approval, it’s brilliance puffing like peacock feathers in the black night.

the quick, assuring jerk of your chin was all that he needed.

“didn’t anyone ever tell you?” cold fingers danced over your exposed ankle, before forming a tight and painful coil. a rough tug yanked you to the edge of your bed. “uncovered limbs invite the monsters into your bed.”

now that he wanted to be seen, he gave off a gentle glow, almost angelic in the way he lit up the room. how strange it was to see him handle you so roughly; his strong hands were built to be clasped in prayer. how awful that his eyes sliced you to pieces under his knowing gaze; they were so beautiful when gazing at the heavenly skies.

his beauty almost soothed you. he was meant to be looked at. created to be adored, but then broken down to be feared. his crimson eyes were framed by his thick, dark lashes. they were the color of fresh blood. his lips, stern-set but sweetly pink, were parted by the sharp points of his fangs. his face. his lovely, perfect face, marked only by the diamond etched onto his forehead — how was it possible for it to twist with such fury, the way it did now?

but that was where it ended, his similarity to the angels.

for next there was the curve of his onyx horns. from experience you knew the tips were sharp as needles. they would draw blood, even on accident. they were not meant to protect the demon — they were meant to gore. to gut. to hunt.

the feathers of his wings were said to contain an immense power, bringing an exacting savagery to any hex or curse or potion even the weakest sorcerer might conjure. but you couldn’t imagine him letting a single feather fall without consequence.

spread before you now, the span of his wings enveloped your vision, the frame to the exquisite portrait of his nude body. once divine and entirely wicked, your eyes could not help but wander from the prideful lift of his chin to the gleaming expanse of his chest. his skin looked so soft. so soft, even stretched over tight muscles, cold blood and eons of unveiled rage.

he must have kept all that in his dick. it demanded respect, swinging heavy between his thick thighs, the bulbous tip shining a pretty metallic teal, darkening indigo to black as it reached the base. the underside was scaled. it looked smooth, oddly vulnerable. the valley of bumps that formed over his shaft were fun to traverse with your tongue. he was already erect, impatiently so, and it was the one tell in the whole scene, the crack in the facade of your mock corruption; damn it, how he had missed you.

your hands trembled, sought creature comfort in the sheets bunched in between your fingers. he tugged you even closer to the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide.

his nostrils flared, his pupils constricted. your cheeks warmed up in shame, already knowing where this was heading. “this excites you. i can smell it.” he clicked his tongue. “humans are vile. predictable. and worst of all, they are weak.”

and so he went to prove it.

you were wearing shorts to bed. you were pretty sure you’d worn panties, too. now they were gone. you hadn’t heard them tear, you hadn’t felt the slide of them down your legs, nor had you lifted your arms for the removal of your shirt, but you were exposed, needy, and utterly humiliated in a matter of seconds.

“congratulations,” he spoke, eyes to roaming over your form almost distractedly, petting your thigh before sinking to his knees. he slipped his fingers between your legs, coating them in your juices. “you have one of the most powerful beings in all three realms kneeling before you.” a smirk overtook his features as you watched him play with the mess you made, eyes catching yours to mock you. “aren’t you proud of yourself?”

you couldn’t speak. his skilled fingers found your clit and coaxed it to come out and say hello. “so cute,” he sighed, circling it with his thumb. “i hope your pussy is as obedient as you are.”

shit. your legs tried to close, flames licking a little too hot in the pit of your stomach. he’d be pissed if you came this early, not when he’d traveled such a long way.

but you couldn’t move at all. he’d paralyzed you — when? you hadn’t heard him cast any spell. you could only watch him, wide-eyed and nervous when he let his tongue unfurl before you.

you considered it the most demonic thing about him, both in its appearance and what he made it do. it was long, navy and pointed, slick where he’d allowed saliva to pool and drip over your pussy.

he was every bit the monster in your closet, coming out to devour you whole, his fangs glinting brilliant and evil as he teased you with their proximity to your most vulnerable place. he turned his face, reaching under you to pull you closer to him, legs draped over his shoulders. the tops of his teeth gently grazed the inside of your thigh, a simple reminder: he could kill you from here, kneeled between your legs like a supplicant.

but then his tongue soothed over the spot, even though he hadn’t bitten down. he sucked kisses into your skin that were maybe a bit too reverent for a demon trying to steal your soul. he caught himself and firmly corrected it, sinking his nails into the fat of your thighs. they were more like claws, and you gasped at piercing sensation. it made you so much wetter, and him so much cockier, the fragility of a useless, desperate human making his mouth water.

“look at me,” he demanded, and your body complied without thought. so you could move, as long as he willed it, similar to the way you could control him under your pact. how odd. how freeing. “you’re mine,” he said, eyes flashing something ancient and primal. “i don’t kneel for just anyone. you understand that, don’t you? nod. let me see that you understand.”

you nodded.

“good human,” he grunted, then finally lowered his face.

ah. ahh. the lights came on again when he tasted you the first time, then shut off with a bang. his tongue dipped inside of you and moved, unnervingly dexterous and all-knowing, dragging your slick juices to your clit to suck it the way he knew you liked best.

lucifer was a methodical demon. he knew nothing other than to give his very best. which was why it was so hot that he sometimes lost himself in you, dragging down by your hips to bury his face in your cunt when he was supposed to be teasing you. it was hotter still that he’d turn around and blame you for it — he could do no wrong, after all — clearly you needed to be punished — clearly you’d have to try again, and don’t cum this time, be good for him —

his tongue could reach places even his talented fingers couldn’t. it was your downfall every single time you did this. by now you’d learned that in this act alone, lucifer would purposely set you up to fail because he liked it when you did. you’d know the moment he’d grown too frustrated at not being inside you, because suddenly his vicious tongue would lash out with such ferocity it made your very atoms submit to him, twisting, and curling inside you as he lapped at your g-spot, how the fuck-

maybe he’d lost too much focus or your own power had broken through the barrier, but your hips flew up when your orgasm finally crashed through you, painting his clever tongue as your walls pulsed around the wiggling muscle. you clutched his horns and rode his face until it was too much, and it wasn’t until you caught your breath that you realized you’d both failed this roleplay, but it was going to be your problem.

for he was still kneeling between your legs, glaring at you, annoyed.

“i see you have yet to learn your place,” he chided, drawing himself to his full height. now he towered before you, monstrous cock bobbing in front of your swollen mouth.

“i think it’s time you kneel for me.”

[tiarascrowns]

Peacock Ring

Maggi Simpkins' Peacock Ring

Centering an emerald-cut diamond, surrounded by custom-cut sapphires, emeralds and teal blue diamonds.

Emerald-cut diamond weighs 10.12 carats

Sapphires weighing a total of approximately 2.62 carats

Emeralds weighing a total of approximately 0.80 carat

Teal diamonds weighing a total of approximately 0.24 carat

18 karat yellow gold

Signed Maggi Simpkins

Size 7¼  

Accompanied by GIA report no. 5211466866, dated 12 February 2021, stating that the diamond is H color and VS2 clarity, excellent polish and symmetry.

- Sotheby's

This piece is part of Sotheby's Brilliant and Black: A Jewelry Renaissance, the selling exhibition dedicated to showcasing the extraordinary skill, imagination, and craftsmanship of Black jewelry designers.

[justanotherbirdbrain-blog]

Writing about Mines in your Fictional Universe: A Geology Introduction

Hello! I'm Bird, and I am here to guide you on a journey about different mines that exist, what materials are being mined, what those materials might be mined for, and what rocks/what processes might make these areas mineable. I will also touch briefly on the idea of gem quality, the commonness of the material, and what these things might look like fresh out of the dirt!

First things first, lets talk about the what types of things we might want to mine for in a fictional universe! There are a lot of things that are used daily that require mining, but there are a few that I see written about the most: Gold, Gemstones, Iron, and Coal. I personally would love to see this idea expanded on a bit, so lets talk about some mines that would definitely be necessary but overlooked! First one is pretty easy, glass! those beautiful stained glass windows are useless if no one is mining quartz to be made to glass, and I imagine it would be quite a profitable business seeing as glass, in general, was a luxury in ye olden times. The next thing we need to address is Abrasives! want to sand and polish stone and metal? Want to sharpen your blades for battle? May I introduce you to abrasive minerals! garnet, corundum (Ruby and Sapphire), and yes, diamond! Why are we using such beautiful gemstones to polish other things? Simple, even if you are to find a deposit of these gemstones (garnet being one of the more common ones) most of the time they are inclusion rich, ridiculously small, an undesirable color, or all three of these.

Finding gemstones that are good quality is hard, your character will not stumble upon it, pick up the rock and immediately know if the location is good enough to mine gemstones. If you are determined to make it a gemstone mine, have your character hold the mineral up to the sun/a light source and let them be able to see light coming through, though it is considerably thick.

Moving into metal mining! Metal mining is both easier and more complicated to write! Why is it complicated? Because unless it is gold or silver you are unlikely to see the desired metal itself. Why is it easy? welllll, I am going to try to make it easy. First things first, a lot of metals are chromaphores, this means that when the element is present, it will influence the color! Copper is an excellent example of this, old pennies oxidize and turn blue/teal/green, so do most rocks bearing copper! Looking for iron? It will probably stain the rocks dingy and brownish red. Things to note: copper and iron can be found in mineable amounts together! If you do this, iron will be present in the form of pyrite, or fool's gold, this has a nice cubic shape and can be described as such, the copper will typically leave a teal residue or veining across the rock, which in this case will almost exclusively be black to dark gray (Its basalt) but it can be found as the mineral chalcopyrite also (looks like fool's gold but it doesn't make cute crystals). Malachite is also a copper ore, in my experience I have never seen malachite from a mine that has looked like some of the stuff I have seen in gem shops, azurite (A darker blue mineral) can be present also, but again, these are usually very fine grained and would not be able to be used as jewelry, but obviously, in some places it must happen, just much less frequently.

Another thing I will briefly mention is that, if you are writing about metals remember that these metals will require a smelting process to extract a pure metal, this usually requires some other material (For iron, it is charcoal). Also remember alloys! Most useable metals are a mix of different metals to make them harder. This even includes gold jewelry. Last comment about metals, a very interesting plot for a fictional universe would be the use of lead. Lead ore was a hot commodity before we knew it was toxic, the side effects (Being nuts) could really create some tension.

Lastly in terms of mined material, I will briefly mention coal and stone in general just to say, coal is a sedimentary rock, distinctly different from the typical environments necessary to form most gemstones and heavy metal deposits (Yes, there are exceptions). Coal is dark black/gray, which is quite uncommon for sedimentary rocks which tend to range from reds/tans/browns/grays. When coal is lifted it will feel much lighter than you anticipate, which is the polar opposite of what happens when you lift a metal rich rock, which will feel immensely heavy. Finally, Coal will not turn into diamonds in nature, diamonds need mantle pressures and temperatures to form, there will be no diamonds under a coal mine unless there was a mantle derived eruption that got covered in a swamp, that became coal and as they dug they exposed the kimberlite pipe (I mention this because I just read this in a story and it hurt my feelings). Finally, If you want to write about a mine that is definitely necessary but want the content to be pretty low-maintenance, but profitable for whoever owns it, owning a granite/marble/ or really any desirable stone quarry would be perfect.

Now I will move onto what kind of mining exists today, I will not talk about every exclusive mine, but I will talk about ones that are common that are on my radar. First up, the one everyone talks about in books, underground mining. Underground mining is used when you are getting the material from the 'primary'/original source. The rock is rich in copper? Lets mine said rock. However, mining underground is the most dangerous form of mining, there can easily be a lack of oxygen because of insufficient ventilation (That's why people will carry something with an open flame when going into abandoned mines; if the flame goes out there is not enough oxygen and you have to turn back). There can also be lots of collapses due to overhead rocks, enough said. Cave mining is primarily done when the amount of rock above the deposit is too great to strip mine.

Now lets talk about strip mining! Strip mining is when you just mine on the surface, and dig deeper and deeper into the ground to obtain your desired resource whether it be stone, coal, gemstones, or anything else. It truly is less glamorous, but it is safer than digging a tunnel. That said it has its own issues, sure the oxygen is good, and you don't have to worry about the rocks collapsing over your head, but oh wait, the rocks can collapse over your head. Landslides can occur due to the over steepening of sides, excessive rainfall, and most importantly, old faults or planes of weakness that happen to be facing towards the mine (the diagram will help this make sense). Both of these types of mines can also create ecological damage, which can be mitigated nowadays, but then maybe not so much. Namely acid mine drainage, I will not talk much on the effects but a quick google search will give you plenty of information that might be useful for writing.

Now both of these are trying to mine a targeted rock, but sometimes its best to let nature do the work so we can do less. Diamonds, gold, corundum (rubies/sapphires), and garnets all have one thing in common. They are dense! So when erosion happens, and that sediment makes its way into a river, everything will separate based on its density. This is just because faster moving water can hold heavier sediments, and slower moving water will drop those heavy sediments leaving only the lighter sediments within the water. Lots of places that mine the things listed above will pan/sieve in active rivers and streams, or they can surface mine where rivers and streams used to be! These are called placer deposits. There is one setback though, the gemstones will not be perfect crystal shaped, they will be rounded due to being thrown around in a river (like beach glass). These are sapphires, but they have been rounded over time in the river.

Final thoughts, writing about a mine can seem nerve-racking, intimidating, or just something that you want to briefly mention and move on from, but truly I think going into the weeds could really add something to a story! Even if stories are slightly inaccurate about information, I am still 100x more excited to see it mentioned in more detail than to see it as a sentence. Besides it is fantasy, it doesn't always have to be exactly like earth.

[tsaritza-mika]

I've been too spoiled XDDD

Ngl, I have been thoroughly spoiled by almost 20 years of playing WoW, because as much adore and respect as I have for Larian and BG3, I would really have loved if the armor had reflected the areas where you got them Act 1 took place out in the wilderness, and the only semi-civilized parts were either in the Grove or the Goblin Camp. It would have been so cool to have any armor/equipment you bought from those merchants to have been themed by them. The Grove armor could have been very druidic-looking: lots of leather, bark, leaves, vines, a kind of blending of traditional clothing with the surrounding nature they were made from. The Goblin camp could have had pieces influenced by Goblin culture; lots of tribal-looking outfits, heavy Worg and other animal leathers, warpaints, animal teeth to give an imposing and spiky appearance, even a skull/bone or two. Or even just imagine finding a few hidden gems in the Zhentarim hideout that will now never make it to the city or whoever ordered it!

The Mountain Pass could have been interesting too! Since we have a location further from any towns/major cities, yet there was the Creche that was hiding beneath the Rosymourn Monestary. It could have been so cool to find armor/robes leftover from the monestary's hayday: Flowing robes of red/gold/orange/pink/yellow/black and all of them adorned with Lythander iconography, old plate and chainmail that appear cracked and broken but when exposed to the light the cracks glow with power to protect the wearer

The Underdark... man the outfits could have been so damn cool here! An area that embraces the beauty found within the darkness, armor found at the Selunite outpost could have been dripping in the stars and crescents of its patron goddess, adorned in shades of blue with brilliant, shining silvers. Anything found at the Myconid colony could have looked old, of course, as if found left behind by either unfortunate or passing through adventurers, but covered with glowing fungus of all colors. Left over armor from Drow encounters could have been draped in pearlescent blacks, blues, pinks and greens, and much of it could be found with either Lolth or Elistree iconography as a nod to the warring goddesses. Elistree armor could be similar, but on the opposite side of the spectrum. Where Lolth armor could have been dark, Elistree's armor could be more traditionally pearlescent, with white/ivory as the base, with shining pastel pinks, blues, purples, and greens, with some black/grey/silver/gold accents

Act 2 could have been SUCH a fashion feast for the eyes... Any armor/robes found here could have looked just as shadow-touched as the land you found it in. Robes could have ended in scorch-looking marks, but almost appear to be still burning with the teal glow of the surrounding corruption. Plate and chainmail found around Reithwynn could have patches of flaking corruption, all of it with old iconography of either the Harpers or Shar. Anything from Shar's Gauntlet could look to even have a certain shadowy darkness in and of itself, making it perfect for those who value silence and stealth. Anything from Moonrise would be covered in icons of the Absolute, with hints at the secrets hidden under the towers as parts of the armor/weapons could appear almost flesh-like or with tentacles

Rivington is just outside Baldur's Gate, and as such would defs be along a heavily used road for travelers and traders as they make their way into the city. Astarion was sad to not have found any leftover Cormian silks in the Reithwynn tollhouse, but maybe they could have been found here! Traders with wagons of merchandise from all along the Sword Coast and further growing impatient with the Flaming Fist not allowing them entry into the city, so they start selling to everyone else who can't get in. Silks from Cormir, lovely bright-colored dyes and jewelry from Ahm, robes and leathers from Candlekeep and Waterdeep get Gale talking about how much he enjoyed going shopping with his mother as a young lad and how he'd love to do the same with Tav. Karlach, Lae'zel, and Shadowheart looking through armor merchants and giving their opinions on what would be best against a particular foe. Astarion and Wyll inspecting and commenting on blades from as far north as Neverwinter and Luskan. A secret Evereskan merchant hidden off the main road just past Sharess' Caress, and everything emanating the timeless beauty of the Elves

Baldur's Gate itself could still have the amazing armor we find, but also think if we had two merchants who competed with each other over who's armor was better. Similarly to the dialogue you get if you wear any of Figaro's items to Carmen's shop, maybe instead you get one merchant who thinks armor is only as good as what it covers, and another who's armor is stronger when it exposes more of the wearer. Kind of a way to let the player choose between the practical-looking stuff, and the classic chainmail bikini found in old fantasy art

Again, I'm not saying anything bad about Larian or the game itself, and I have a lot of respect for how much is in the game as it is. I admit I'm spoiled in this from my many years of Wow, but just...

Imagine it... ^--^

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

Themis!

This uhhhh....this got away from me just a little.....Anyway hope you find the grump and sunshine entertaining!

no warnings. spoilers for endwalker and the pandaemonium raids. word count: 3.1k ao3

“Hm, perhaps he has been delayed longer than anticipated.” Themis mutters, looking up at the sky, “I don’t suppose you were not joking this one time, sending a falling star in case of your absence.” An all together silly notion when he thought about the phrase a bit more and the context in which Azem said such a remark. His “star” tended to be a friend sent in his place, but he can’t imagine that Azem–no, Deimos, Themis was told he could use his real name especially with this matter–would leave Pandaemonium to anyone else, not while he was so close to the subject matter. Themis sighs, shaking his head, “I guess I shall get started without him.” He turns towards the transporter that will take him into the depths of Pandaemonium, two steps and he looks up hearing the sound of cloth snapping upon the wind. 

In an instant the world goes dark.

He groans in harmony with two others as he comes to and takes stock of the damage. Nothing feels broken, his head will most likely ache until he can sleep it off, but still he is unable to move with weight on his legs still. He blinks color over taking the features of who used him as a cushion, one a color he knows well, while the other is unfamiliar but he can see the traces of the Speaker, Curious. He blinks once more the colors gone and the smile he had to greet his companion dims as the owner of the mistaken soul looks nothing like Deimos. The creature before him is covered with scales, horns where ears would be, a tail that lazily moves, and still possesses the body and many traits of man. Their hair short and dark blue, brandished with a sword, dressed in a bright pink tabard and brown boots, and eyes that when they open finally are the same exact teal color of one of Deimos’ eyes, A familiar then?. He about doubts himself when he recalls some of the other creatures Deimos found adorable—one of which resides in Pandaemonium still if he recalls—a human-like creature with lizard-like attributes really isn’t that far from the beaten path for him.

“Ugh, I think I broke a tail bone,” they mutter, holding their head.

“No you didn’t,” the other one snaps, “because you decided to use me to break your fall.” The second, a woman, rises, blue eyes with a differing iris pattern to his own narrowed at the familiar, smoothing her long jet black hair and black and white long sleeved dress before slapping away the familiar’s tail with a huff. “Now will you get off of me already!”

The familiar stands, dusting away at their clothes, “And here I thought a hit on your head would make you nicer.” Their green blue eyes finally take notice of Themis still sitting on the ground beneath the woman, with wide eyes and mouth agape taking them in, “You can’t even complain! You used this poor guy as a cushion for your fall.” The woman rolls her eyes, quickly standing and making sure everything is in place, the familiar shaking their head, “And you’re not even going to apologize.”

“Thank you for breaking our fall,” the woman says, eyes studying him in much the same manner he was earlier.

“That’s not-. Never mind.” The familiar turns back to him, holding a hand out, “Forgive her, uhm…”

He takes their hand, thumb running over the hard scales that look like they should scratch him like bark, but feel smooth like brick on the Convocation building. Their smile begins to strain, giving a slight tug on their hand once he’s up enough to stand on his own. Themis shakes his head, letting her hand go, “Apologies, I for a moment thought you were someone else.” He puts a hand to his chest, giving a slight bow, “I am Themis.”

“I see.” The familiar gives a slow nod, “Well, nice to meet you. My name is Siberite, like the stone.”

“And your friend?”

The woman looks him up and down, turning her nose up at him, “Hardly your business but seeing as she would tell you eventually, it’s Liana,” she responds, Siberite giving her a curious look before shrugging.

“Are you a familiar also?”

“Yep,” Siberite chimes in cutting off the woman, “She’s Hythlodaeus’ new familiar!” Themis finds he would have been witness to a murder if looks could kill. He looks Liana over once more, finding no trace of the humble man Siberite claims her to be connected to, only the faint traces of Lahabrea. Did Deimos go to him after all? No, that’s not it, with how open he’s finding Siberite to be there would be no need to lie about that. He also can’t help the feeling that she too is lying about her name, a very curious one. Her gaze flicks to him once more with a cross of her arms and still the lizard-like familiar smiles as if she wasn’t just threatened by her companion, “But I think I know where your earlier confusion came from. Azem made sure their signature was prominent on my aether, in case I ever needed assistance in my travels.”

Themis chuckles, “How very like him to think of such a thing,” Liana rolls her eyes, “and fortunate for me.”

The woman slides her gaze to him, “Fortunate how?”

“I was told by my companion a falling star would appear before me, should he be unable to join me, I did not think it would be so literal.” Liana snorts, “Nor did I expect there to be two of you.”

“You were expecting us?” Siberite asks, crossing her arms when he nods, giving a click of her tongue.

“Ugh, well we weren’t expecting you and we have no time to help you in whatever it is you need assistance with.”

“Gods will you calm down, Sst-Liana. You didn’t even have to come along.” Themis watches as the woman raises her shoulders, and tightens her crossed arms, eyes glancing around them, looking for something, Or maybe someone?. “Was it Azem that told you to expect us? Is he the companion you’re referring to?”

Unusual that Deimos’ own familiar would refer to him by his title rather than name, Themis thinks as he confirms his familiar’s question. “And given that you are his familiar then I believe our purpose here is the same. You are here to investigate Pandaemonium, yes?” The glare “Hythlodaeus’” familiar gives him confirms as much, Just what are you to be so untrustworthy of the world?. “Then before we continue might I inquire how it was that you came to collide with my skull?”

“No.”

“Really? Must you?” Siberite says exasperated, “Themis is just trying to help.”

“No it is alright,” he says, looking at Liana, “I am well aware that we all have secrets we must keep. I shall pry no further.”

Siberite turns to her companion, “Can I at least show him the crystal?”

“Why?”

“Because if he’s investigating too then he may have different insights on what it is and what its deal is.” 

“He has one minute,” Liana says, pulling out a memory crystal and slapping it down into his outstretched hand.

He looks down at the unmarked sky blue crystal, a faint voice speaking of danger within Pandaemonium. “Fascinating. While I cannot say much to the details, there are memories stirring within it, that speak of something gravely amiss within Pandaemonium.”

“So exactly what we know already.”

He smiles, handing it back to her, “Tell me, do you know aught about Pandaemonium? What it is and what it is for?”

“Uhhhh, no.” Siberite answers, “But I’m guessing you do?”

He smiles and walks towards the edge of the island, partially turning away from them. “It is a facility that extends beneath Elpis,” he lets only his gaze slide to look at Liana, “and overseen by the Words of Lahabrea.” Liana’s eyes narrow, shoulders raising like a threatened feline, So that’s what you fear. What makes you uneasy being here, he ponders before continuing. “It houses those creations that are highly valuable to research, but are highly dangerous to the star.”

“So it’s expected to be under heavy surveillance and lock and key,” Siberite says, “You think something got out that shouldn’t have been let out?”

“It is possible,” he says, facing them once more, “but several days ago there was an unnatural shift in the flow of its aether detected. Soon thereafter, all communications from Pandaemonium ceased.”

“Oh.” The familiar’s tail falls as she hugs herself, looking down at her feet. “So what’s your role in all this?”

“I am here as a representative of an organization that works directly with the Convocation, and have been tasked with investigating this incident.”

“Aka he’s not here to collect the dead.” Liana says sharply to her companion. He frowns with a furrowing brow, the woman waving away his reaction, “Are you satisfied with the pleasantries, Siberite?” She answers with a small shrug, “Finally. Then let’s get to it.” She begins to walk away, Siberite following almost obediently behind, “You too Themis! Let’s go!”

He takes a deep breath before jogging to catch up. “You wish to investigate this matter with me?”

“I have no choice.” Siberite smiles, laughing softly to herself, You would have asked either way and still told me to come along even if she said no like he would have. “We need access inside and given you are here on a more official basis it saves us from having to break in.”

“I see. You are correct though, it would be no trouble to grant you access as well.” The woman mumbles something he can’t quite catch, “We simply need to get permission from one of the Words of Lahabrea.”

Liana stops suddenly, turning on her heel, “Excuse me? We need to ask for permission still?”

“Well, yes.” Her teeth grind, “It is mostly because I did not anticipate for our group to have a third, and they need to be informed of Azem’s familiar entering the facility.” Themis turns, giving Siberite a smile, “While I have no doubt you’d have access already, it would not do for the warders to mistake you for a resident of Pandaemonium.”

“Yeah, I would much rather not end up in a cage.” 

“Lead the way then, Themis.” 

Ignoring the venom she drips from his name, the man takes them to a Word of Lahabrea, who’s eyes go wide a moment upon seeing Siberite. When she’s standing in front of him, surprise turns to understanding, “An interesting aetheric signature with that one, but not surprising in the least.” He turns to Themis, “Was the transporter not granting you access?”

He shakes his head, gesturing to Liana, “I need you to add a record of her aether as she is joining me in my investigation.”

“Along with Azem’s familiar?”

“This one I happened to stumble upon on my way here. She’s been sent to check on his creation and pick up some research.”

The Word shakes his head with a sigh, “You think he would have stopped taking an interest in his old work by now, and not feel the need to visit his contribution to the pet summoning community. But I shall add your companion’s aether to the records.”

“Excellent. You have my thanks.”

The Word leaves for just a moment, returning with a nod. “Her aether has been recorded. Might I ask why her aether is a little on the thin side?”

“She’s a familiar, created by the Chief of the Bureau of Architecture.” Themis refrains from smiling when he catches her fists clench.

“I see. They’re being very extensive in whatever it is you’re doing it would seem. So if you discover aught that merits a report, please do so with the utmost haste. Master Lahabrea shall guide us on the proper course of action from there.”

Themis frowns, matching the narrowed gaze of Liana, “So I take it that you have detected nothing amiss as of late?”

“The warders have reported nothing that would cause alarm. Minor fluctuations in aether have been observed, but surely Master Lahabrea would have acted if they were anything to worry about.”

“So Lahabrea is kept well informed of the goings on here then,” Liana says with a hum, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly, mumbling, “Interesting.”

The Word looks over at her, “I hope I am not overstepping my boundaries by asking but….you seem to be quite familiar with Master Lahabrea. Do you know him?”

Liana looks away, Siberite frowning when she looks over at her. The familiar quickly perks up, “She’s met him briefly, but I’ve told her of the many stories I have of him.”

“You mean the ones Azem has of the man.” The Word corrects.

She gives the man a glare, popping her hip with crossed arms, and tail flicking back and forth, “No, that isn’t what I meant at all. I have met the man multiple times, thank you very much.” Themis looks between the two of them wide eyed, his tongue burning with more questions that he cannot ask, lest he give up more of his identity to them. “For someone that seems to have once worked with Azem you know very little about what kind of person he is. He does not wish for me to be at his side at all times, because that would make me near useless to him. He is someone that values a variety of thought processes, mine included.”

The Word flinches at her tone, “My apologies. Master Lahabrea is not known for being generous with his time– that one would have ‘stories’ of his company almost beggars belief.”

Siberite huffs, looking away from the Word defiantly, Themis clearing his throat, “And with that I believe it is time for us to be on our way to get started with our duties.” He gives a nod to the Word, “I thank you for your time and, uh, patience.”

“Finally,” Liana breathes out, making her way back towards the transporter that will bring them to Pandaemonium. Siberite rushes to be in pace with her, the two having a hushed conversation, Themis picking up on small pieces of it as he follows at a slower and steadier pace. From what he’s able to put together, Deimos’ familiar is questioning just why her companion would lie about her name and why she seemed much too uncomfortable being here, when it was she that insisted on joining her. To little surprise Liana responds in short answers that offer no insight, other than she has very strong feelings towards Lahabrea that balance on a wire, and her hostility towards this familiar was once waned but is growing once again. One name stands out within their conversation, Emet-Selch. 

While Themis finds it no surprise that Siberite should know the man on a more personal level, it makes him curious as to how Liana knows him, and why her feelings on the man show more than just disdain for his fractious personality. If he was comparing her feelings on Emet-Selch and Lahabrea he would hazard a guess that while she’s angrier towards the latter the roots of such strong emotion are the same. 

Eventually Siberite throws her hands up and slows to match his pace, “Is it really such a shock to have met him? Or well someone like me to have? Or was it just that guy being condescending?” She sighs, shaking her head to begin musing once more, “I mean it makes sense why he would speak that way to me, people here don’t really see familiars as worth something I’ve found. Granted he’s also not the first person to speak to me like that, which-. I don’t know, it irks me that just because I’m so small or look so delicate or something else entirely people love to assume that I have nothing of value to offer. Or that I’m not able to understand something complex, but I do try to. I just can’t always help my mind wandering when it makes connections to other things.” She looks up at him when he stays silent, “Oh, um, sorry. Ignore all that.” She laughs, running a hand through her hair, “I’ve been told I need to work on how much I talk. Just can’t help it, you feel pretty easy to talk to, you know that?”

He smiles recalling when he witnessed the occasional conversation between Deimos and Emet-Selch where the older man would have to physically quiet him so the two could pick out just what it was that Deimos was needing answers to. Observations that proved helpful as Themis became more settled in his role and would hold longer conversations with the man, and a reason he was picked for this assignment. “You would not be the first person to say such a thing.” She beams, giving him a moment to collect his thoughts once again, “As for your question, it is true what he said that Lahabrea is not known to be generous with his time. Even I had to contain my surprise to hear you both had met the man in the flesh. Makes you both more interesting by the moment.”

“And yet you don’t ask too many questions. Some,” her eyes look quickly at her companion, “would say that you’re naive for just taking us at our word.”

“I have many questions, but I shall refrain from asking them. Secrets will make this journey all the more intriguing, wouldn’t you agree?”

She smirks, giving him a nudge, “And here I thought you’d get more boring learning more about who you are. Puzzles and intrigue it is then, Themis!”

With that declaration the three of them make it to the transporter. Siberite is the first to descend into the facility, Liana gesturing for him to follow next. “Before we go in,” he starts, Liana rolling her eyes, “tell me, what is your connection to this place. I know your companion’s connection, her creator once worked under Lahabrea. Yours is unknown and I must make sure it will not interfere with our investigation.”

The woman gives a saccharine smile as she walks past him into the teleporter, pausing just long enough to whisper, “Wouldn’t you like to know, Elidibus.” She leaves into the depths of Pandaemonium before he can muster any response. While there’s some worry as to just how she knows his true identity, he doesn’t believe she would let such knowledge free given how long she kept it to herself. No, he pushed something, threatened her, and she simply responded in kind. He smiles to himself, stepping into the transporter, Who knew that confronting the dread beast that is Pandaemonium would entail such intrigue. What other sights will you show us….

[winterinvelaris]

Valkyrie Band AU

I've been thinking about this a lot so here's some of the thoughts I've had:

gwyn as the lead singer obviously <3 i also think she plays the guitar a lot

imagine nesta archeron and an electric bass. match made in heaven.

emerie has drummer vibes

i want you to imagine feyre asking her friends if they wanna tag along to her sister's concert and cassian, azriel, and mor falling in love with their baes right there in the audience

and yes this is nessian, gwynriel, and emorie because i am complete trash for those ships <333

i like to think their stage looks are very chappell roan/sabrina carpenter-ish. very colorful, very sparkly. nesta probably wears a lot of silver and red, gwyn wears a lot of teal and blue, and emerie wears a lot of black and yellow. i have no reasoning for emerie's colors other than i like the red-blue-yellow vibe

what do you think? should i draw something? write something? (less likely) does anyone have anything to add?

[webby-after-dark]

headmate fucker

[pt: headmate fucker /end pt]

(can also be alter, part, whatever preferred title you uses)

a flag for those who identify as, use the term or otherwise fuck their or others headmates/alters/parts/etc. This can also include being (exclusive) sexually attracted to or (exclusively) having sex with one's headmates.

Original [blank] fucker flag by @rabidslutboy (i think)

Colors from the localhazard headmate flag

[flag 1 id: a rectangular pride flag with 6 equal horizontal stripes. the colors top down are: navy blue, blue, dark teal, bright teal, bright yellow-green and a khaki color. /end id

[flag 2 id: same as previous flag but with a symbol. it is a dark blue outline of a heart with a heartbeat line inside, and it has a white border around it. /end id]

[flag 3 id: same as first /end id]

[disclaimer p1 id: flaming text on a transparent background that reads "NO FUCKING SYSCOURSE" in all caps /end id]

[disclaimer p2 id: flaming text on a transparent background that reads "ON MY POSTS" in all caps /end id]

[banner id: a black banner with a white outline on a transparent background with black text with white outlines. large text on top reads "THIS BLOG IS NSFW" and underneath in smaller text it reads "MINORS CAUGHT INTERACTING WILL BE BLOCKED". to the left is an imagine of Magia Baiser from Gushing over Magical Girls /end id]

[jccatstudios]

Six of Crows Character Design Notes

As promised, here are my character design notes for this! These are all Six of Crows era and not Crooked Kingdom. The grayscale versions have four distinct values to have a comic feel, which may not match up with the color designs. Also, I’m certain I’ll continue to change up these designs, give them new outfits, etc as I draw them more, so think of these as works in progress.

So, without further ado... let’s get to the designs!

Kaz

Monochrome color palette with hints of light purple, the color of kruge

Kaz never wears white, not even as a dress shirt. The merchants do wear white dress shirts, so this makes him distinct. Dark colors also make things easier to conceal.

They’re easier to see in this post, but he has two prominent facial scars and a few moles. A few other scars cut through the shortest part of his hair.

Each canon couple has an aspect that connects their designs. Kaz and Inej are connected through dark colors and vests

Inej

Black and blue-violet palette. I possibly see her theme color becoming a deep blue in CK (sea-related, symbol of trust, separates her identity and goals from Ketterdam purple)

Arm guards are double-layered to hold a knife each

Gold piercings contrast the blue-violet to show a difference between her old life and her life as The Wraith

Jesper

I imagine him wearing all sorts of colors, but I went with the yellow-green outfit described in a flashback. He wore more neutrals with hints of Jurda orange before joining the Dregs

Jesper’s concept was very cowboy-inspired to match his pistols. He wears boots instead of common dress shoes

Styled in Barrel Flash as seen from the three different patterns

Matching earrings with his family

Connected to Wylan through patterned pants

Nina

Red, cream, and brown palette to contrast the gray and black palettes of other characters

Heart motif seen through the pattern on her slip and the toes of her boots

Lots of Ravkan jewerly, especially bracelets to visually represent her powers

Connected to Matthias through brown boots

Matthias

Cool blue and warm brown colors (contrasting colors, a character at odds with himself)

Prepared for anything with lots of pockets and an extra scarf

Scarring from prison and a bite mark from Trassel

Like Inej, he’s in a grounded pose to show his unwavering nature

Wylan

Red and gold palette like the Van Eck family but more neutral (disillusioned by his father’s true nature)

Boots from a second-hand store. Laces tied around ankles to fit better

Dirt smudges from experiments, unable to buy many new clothes

Bag carries supplies, with certain chemicals stored on the outside for easier use (no, they’re not pokéballs)

Kuwei

Theme color is gray or white from his lab coat. Maybe he wears more teal in CK? Haven’t decided on that yet...

His shirt may seem anachronistic, but apparently t-shirts were around in the late 1800s, so it can still fit the setting.

And... that’s it! Thanks for reading. If you have any questions about these, feel free to send an ask or put it in the comments.

[simpel-is]

ranting abt moonlight again bc holy FUCK THIS FILM IS SO SMART AND SO GOOD WITH ITS COLOR

this hyperfixation will drag me into the ground and i will happily go along

spoilers for the movie (if u havent seen it go watch it mf its pride month) also discussion about religion (kind of), homophobia, black masculinity identity and culture, ect ect

no because how tarell mccraney and barry jenkins used the color blue as a symbolism in this movie is SO FUCKING GOOD i feel like in almost every scene u can see a color being used in a symbolic way

in my interpretation at least, blue here represents both vulnerability, security with one's identity but also masculinity (in the sense how blue is used in society to represent men and masculine gender roles, the expectations that come along), and which meaning of the blue is used is colored (ha get it) by the context of the scenes

at the end we reach the conclusion that masculinity and vulnerability can co-exist without contradicting each other in the final sequence of little in blue moonlight but WE WILL GET TO THAT IN A BIT

in the beginning chase sequence little is getting bullied and chased while he wears a blue backpack -> the blue here represents the vulnerability, and how it paints a target on chiron to get bullied by other kids

even in subtle details like how juan drives a blue car but doesn't wear blue on himself, how teresa wears blue through-out the movie, how there's hints of blue in juan and teresa's home (in that scene where juan has little sitting with his front to the door but back to the blue, but we the audience can see it, smth tells me its supposed to be how juan is trying to put up a front to act as a reliable older figure for little which GUH JUST SHOWS HOW MUCH HE CARES), his house's walls and mother wore blue at the beginning scenes which shows when he was younger he could feel and project vulnerability into his own home at one point

during the little section, after the chase sequence little is shown wearing a red shirt while other kids, including kevin, wear white and blue. white here is sort of used as a neutral color of uncertainty and perhaps innocence, while red is the opposite of blue; it's invulnerability, but also insecurity and femininity (which lines up with how chiron's mother wears red in the scene she yells at him), and it shows how chiron is outcasted with the kids, bc of his quiet nature

during the chiron section, the bully wears red and black, contrasting against chiron's mainly light colored outfits. i thought a long time for what the yellow could stand for, and maybe it's there to represent whenever chiron feels love towards another character (teresa, kevin, in specific scenes with his mother) or that sense of escapism (when he was running to the beach at night), his shirt for 80% of this section is a plaid shirt with yellow blue and white sort of mixed up together and a blank white shirt inside

before and during the betrayal scene, he wears a white shirt with blue lines, no yellow anymore bc it felt like he doesn't need to imagine kevin's love for him only exists in dreams. it's reality now, and it makes things more clear for him and his identity (THEIR SHIRTS EVEN MATCH LIKE THEY COMPLETE EACH OTHER IM GONNA CRY.)

also it might be to distinguish when its masculinity or vulnerability but the shade of blue used during the revenge scene is a more teal blue while the moonlight blue is like a natural real blue without a tint of green (i could yap on abt how green is used but this is getting too much)

now during the black section of the film, yellow is first used to represent anxiety for chiron when he wakes up from the nightmare; that escapism and affection he felt for kevin and his mother now reminds him of what happened years ago. it still haunts him. and it also haunts kevin shown in the scene when he calls chiron to apologize (but at the center the lighting is blue. he calls in vulnerability)

as black travels back to confront his past and familiar ties, his mother now wears light blue which is contrasted against chiron's darker shade of blue shirt in the forgiveness scene (they're on different ends of the spectrum, but they're slowly healing, both on the same page of what they wanna do; heal from the past)

as the movie continues, the yellow in scenes slowly turns to represent familiarity and affection instead of anxiety, but the yellow doesn't look warm or as bright as before; there's still tension, things left unsaid. but at the centre, the focus point of these scenes, there's blue, and it isn't tinted by another color (the car drive scene, how blue light peeks in through the diner scene, when kevin changes into a blue shirt)

and the scene where black fucking says "you're the only man who's ever touched me." good fucking god.

he looks at kevin's shirt. he wants the blue. he wants to share the vulnerability with kevin.

when kevin holds chiron, the lighting is dark, and the yellow now is warmer, it represents familiarity and affection again. a lot of things are still a mystery to them, a lot still left unsaid, but everything feels familiar again in a new way, in a more intimate way.

and that fucking scene where little looks back in the blue moonlight, showing how chiron's vulnerability and masculinity don't have to contradict one another; he reaches security with his child self. he finally heals.

this movie is so, so beautiful.

[bomberqueen17]

kitchen colors

so ok it's the weekend and we were snowed in for a week and i've done a ton of unpacking but it's all invisible yay

but dude was making low-key plans for the weekend and i was like NO WE MUST GO TO THE HARDWARE STORE AND GET PAINT SAMPLES

i had to like. drag him to look at the paint chips idk why it was so difficult.

So we haggled and hemmed and hawed and held chips up in various spots and eliminated almost everything I'd brought home. Nothing would do as the accent color. But the wall color... we narrowed it down to Behr's Thai Teal, Celtic Queen, or Bella Vista. Celtic Queen was their pthalo-est green; Thai Teal and Bella Vista are almost the same except Thai Teal is dustier and Bella Vista clearer. Dude felt the cabinets having a dusty cast meant the wall should do, and I strongly felt the opposite. He yielded to my intensity of feeling on this.

But none of the colors I'd picked out were suitable as a trim color to pair with either of the teals or the green, so we'd have to go look. A lime green, perhaps, or a bright orange?

I also felt that painting the bay windowsill a strong color was the wrong choice, so we decided it should be a high-gloss white, but of course a shade of white that didn't clash with the white countertop. Not having a sample of countertop, I instead brought a spare backsplash tile with me to the hardware store, so I could tell what color of white I needed (ugh).

Thus ensued Hell: Trying to pick which of the hundred colors of white would match the tile without being too obviously not-white (which would clash with the white-white plastic of the electrical outlets and the plastic window frames, which I am not painting. The outlet and switch plates are getting painted or replaced with something decorative, sure, but the actual bit you put the plugs into is staying as it is, I'm not painting that shit). But, fortunately, Dude comes of graphic designer types, and came through for me.

[image: a man's hands, holding a white subway tile and several basically-white paint chips, in front of a hardware store display of paint chips in every shade imaginable of white, beige, black, or gray. This is my idea of hell.]

We tried lime green with the teal. It looked banger as fuck, but the only problem was, it also looked exactly like a really classic IKEA duvet cover pattern from about 2000. I could not paint my kitchen to look like the duvet cover Dude had when we met. That is not going to work out, psychically.

I picked a brilliant orange, and also hated it. It looked like... the 1970s. it looked. Too much. It popped but like, in a slightly upsetting way. it was giving Miami vibes, in an early-90s kind of way.

I dithered, and finally Dude went and picked a less red orange, in fact called Joyful Orange. That looked much better, and I got sample pots of Joyful Orange and Bella Vista to take home. (They are SEVEN DOLLARS each can you believe. Ah well.)

[image description: In the center of the photo, a section of wall trim is painted bright yellow-orange, next to a section of wall painted deep teal. To the right, a blue-washed cabinet corner, the white tile backsplash, and a section of counter with the tea kettle on it; to the left is the paler yellow in the distance of the living room, with a bunch of blurry stuff piled in the middle of the room.]

It's. Sort of parrot colors? But it's bright and it's bold. I like it in every lighting situation. So I think this is what I'm going with.

And then for the outlet covers, I got one lighter shade of turquoise, and then dug out my craft paints. I bought a couple of spare outlet covers at the hardware store-- forty-eight cents apiece? I'd be crazy not to-- lightly buffed them with some fine sandpaper, and went to town. This is just the first layer, once it dries I'm going to go back over and try to add realistic veining and like metallic glitter and such to make them look like turquoise gemstone material.

[image: lying on a crinkled paper towel, a US-style outlet cover is mottled in shades of turquoise paint, in an irregularly-textured pattern.]

Ah maybe I should do a layer of clear coat and then do the veining? We'll see. I'm not sure.

[mx-rabbit]

Xeno-Objectship

PT: Xeno-Objectship End PT

ID: A vertical striped flag with 5 stripes and a symbol in the middle. The first stripe on the left is a lavender purple, the second stripe is a dark purple with a blueish tint, the third stripe is a warm yellowish white, the fourth stripe is a slightly lighter mint green, and the fifth stripe is a very light teal. The symbol in the middle of the flag is an outline of 2 hearts overlapping. The outline is a dark purpleish pink. Inside the outline of the 2 hearts is an almost black purple pink color. End ID

Xeno-Objectship is a relationship label to describe an objectum relationship that can't be described by typical relationship labels like sexual, romantic, platonic, etc. A Xeno-Objectship can also be described as the relationship itself is the descriptor rather than the use of traditional labels.

The flag colors are the objectum flag colors hue shifted to colors associated with space and aliens for it overall symbolizing the "otherness" of the relationship. The individual colors can also be meant to represent similar things to the objectum flag. The lavender is muted/calming, representing personal objects. The dark purple represents physical objects, whether man made or nature based. The warm yellowish white represents representing animism/inanimate energy, an object’s essence, soul, or personality. The light mint green is bright and eye-catching, representing public objects. The light teal represents conceptual or non-tangible objects (E.g., letters, languages, math equations, etc.). The symbol in the middle is meant to represent 2 objectum circles overlapping to represent the significant object and the significant other's connection. While the heart shape is meant to represent the relationship itself. The dark pink color has no significant meaning aside from being a reference to the objectum circle but with a more muted color.

Xeno-Conceptship

PT: Xeno-Conceptship

ID: A vertical striped flag with 5 stripes and a symbol in the middle. The first stripe on the left is a pastel purple, the second stripe is a pastel sky blue, the third stripe is a pastel green, the fourth stripe is a very light yellow, and the fifth stripe is a warm grey. The symbol in the middle of the flag is a ruffled outline of 2 hearts overlapping, the outline is a muted very light teal. Inside the outline of the 2 hearts is an almost black teal color. End ID

Xeno-Conceptship is a relationship label to describe a conceptum relationship that can't be described by typical relationship labels like sexual, romantic, platonic, etc. A Xeno-Conceptship can also be described as the relationship itself being the descriptor rather than the use of traditional labels.

The flag colors are colors from the Xeno-ObjectShip arranged and adjusted to this conceptum flag. The colors can also represent the same concepts as the original conceptum flag. Pastel purple represents imagination and creativity when it comes to envisioning these concepts. The pastel sky blue represents the vaugeness of concepts. Pastel green represents the harmony we get from concepts. The very light yellow represents mind and intellect for more rigid concepts. And the warm grey represents putting concepts into perspective. The symbol in the middle is meant to represent the 2 thought clouds overlapping to represent the significant concept and the significant others' connection. While the heart shape represents the relationship itself. The teal color is a nod to the original conceptum flag and its meaning of communication of concepts with each other and clarity of mind.

[candys-writing-blog]

Chapter 2 of my Animal HRT story

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Chapter 2

The morning light filtered into my bedroom through the pride flags draped over my windows, giving the sunshine a tint of rainbow colors barely noticeable to the naked eye. I lay face-down on the bottom mattress of my bunk bed, one hand gripping the sheets, the other still resting on the snooze button of my alarm clock. Man, what a crazy dream. I thought as I sighed, before rolling out of bed. 

I stood up and stretched before grabbing my phone off of my desk. I skimmed through my notifications, stepping over the dirty clothes and assorted junk scattered around my bedroom floor as I walked out my door, across the hall, and into the bathroom to take my morning pills. I looked at myself in the mirror when I got there. My blueish-grey eyes, pale skin, and dirty blonde hair looked the same as they always had. My hair had gotten to about shoulder-blade length in the two years I’d let it grow out, helping me fit more into the feminine look I’ve longed for.

I rubbed my hand over my chin, feeling the little hairs beginning to poke out from my pores. Ugh, gotta shave again. I thought as I reached for my razor. I arched my neck back to stretch the skin before I started shaving. The dark little hairs falling away as I drag the blade against the grain of my stubble. 

As I got into the repetitive motions of shaving, I began to think back on the dream I’d just awoken from. It seemed so real I thought as I pulled the razor up over my jaw. I could almost hear the clanging of the weapons, and feel the rush of air through my fur. I could imagine that the razor in my hand was the tip of my opponent’s sword, barely grazing and trimming my whiskers as I dodged. Or perhaps, it was my own sword, swinging at the foe ahead of me, each thrust with the steel blade bringing me closer towards them, dragging my paws through the dirt below me as I readied the deadly weapon to draw my opponent’s blood- “OW!”

With a sting of pain, I dropped the razor into the sink below me. A trickle of blood began to drip from the small cut on my cheek. Great. I thought as I reached for the box of tissues on the cluttered marble countertop. I tore the corner off one and stuck it on the small cut. I took a few more seconds to run my hand over my now smooth face, making sure I hadn’t missed a spot before I had cut myself. I then stepped back to look over my body in the mirror.

My belly was still noticeably chubby, much more so than I would have liked, but the small feminine bumps on my chest were finally starting to make themselves known, so at least a little bit of the chub’s been redistributed. I could also see a bit of pinching inwards around my waist, which boosted my spirits quite a bit! I’d known I was a woman for a while now, but I was finally beginning to look like one too. Hah, take THAT dysphoria! I thought with a smirk. The smirk quickly faded when I spied the little piece of tissue on my cheek, a bit of blood starting to soak through it. I really need to get more shaving cream. I thought with a sigh.

Shaking my head slightly, I picked up my pill case and dumped today’s contents into the palm of my hand. Two anti-anxieties, one anti-boy-otic, I thought as I tossed the pills into my mouth, washing them down with a swig of water. And finally, one tit-tac. I chuckled as I looked down at the little blue pill between my fingers, before gingerly placing it under my tongue. With a final look in the mirror, I opened the door and started back towards my room to get dressed for class.

I threw on a pair of black leggings, a cute pink skirt, a pair of trans flag thigh highs, a teal V-neck tee shirt, and a long-sleeved pink flannel shirt overtop. I then buckled my pink fanny pack around my waist, put on a sparkling Citrine necklace, stuck my “Please use She/Her Pronouns” pin on my shirt, and put on my pink and blue glasses. I slid my phone and my wallet into the fanny pack, and with a flick of my hand to get the hair out of my face, I headed out of my room and down the stairs.

“Morning,” I said to my mom as I walked into the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, drinking her morning coffee, and tapping away at her phone, no doubt playing that dumb cooking game of hers, as per usual. “Well, someone’s up early.” Mom said, not even lifting her eyes from her phone. “Early enough to have some breakfast before running out the door?” 

“Actually, I woke up on time today,” I said, opening the fridge. “That old digital alarm clock you found in the basement managed to do the trick. And yes, I will be having some breakfast.” I grabbed a pre-packaged breakfast sandwich from the fridge, removed the wrapper, and tossed it in the microwave for a couple of minutes.

“Have some fruit too,” my mom said, still playing her game. “We got some grapes a few days ago, and nobody’s eaten them yet. I don’t want them going bad.” “Sure thing,” I said, opening the fridge back up and grabbing some grapes out of the fruit drawer. “Y’know,” I said, popping a grape into my mouth, “That alarm clock interrupted a really interesting dream of mine.”

“Oh, yeah?” My mom asked, still playing her game.

“Yeah, I’d dreamt that I was my character, Krystal,” I said, leaning back on the fridge. “Y’know, from that story I’m writing?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, nodding her head, not looking up from her phone.

“It seemed so real. As though I could feel the sun on my fur, the breeze on my tail, the dirt under my paws.”

“Mhm,” Mom said, still tapping away at her phone’s screen.

“Yeah…” I tossed another grape into my mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. “I was fighting in some sort of medieval tournament,” I said with the chewed-up grape muffling my speech. I swallowed before continuing. “I was fighting this wolf guy. He was using a sword, and I was using a mace, and I won! The king was gonna have a feast in my honor at the castle, but then-”

“OH, GOD DAMMIT!!” my mom shouted, making me jump.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“Nothing, nothing,” she replied. “I just messed up this guy’s order and failed the level. What were you talking about, Andrew?”

A pang of hurt stabbed through my chest at the sound of that name. A name that was no longer my own. A name that I never wanted to hear again. “N-Nothing, mom,” I said, looking down at the floor. “Absolutely nothing…”

Beep!                   Beep!                   Beep!                   Beep!

I opened the microwave and pulled out my breakfast sandwich, walked over to the living room where I sat down on our blue faux leather couch, and turned the TV onto the news channel, intending to check the weather as I ate. I guess I’ll watch and see what’s going on in the world today too. I thought as I took a bite from my sandwich. Let’s see… War in a foreign country, the threat of nuclear war, presidential debate between horrible person A and horrible person B, Natural Disaster, Man-made Disaster, yada, yada, yada… 

When it became obvious that the weather wasn’t going to be on for a while, I pulled out my phone and checked social media as I ate. I looked at memes and art and scrolled past the usual hate and drama and some weirdo conspiracies about scientists putting chemicals in vaccines to turn people into monsters. The usual internet nonsense, until something on the TV caught my attention.

“Last night, the remains of one Paula Jankens were found in the Pymatuning Reservoir, just off the shore from Jamestown, PA. Paula, who had been missing for two days before her recovery, was a 16-year-old transgender girl who called Jamestown her home. Authorities say there is no doubt in their minds that this was a murder, and that they are currently suspecting a hate crime as a motive. Reports say that Paula was found to have been dismembered, and her remains were scattered in the lake in an attempt to hide the evidence. Her parents-”

I turned off the TV, shaking. Another trans girl, murdered, and so close to my home… I thought, the fear rising in my chest. That… that could have been me. That poor girl… She was just like me, and I could be next! For a few minutes, I sat there on the couch, in complete silence. Frozen, without moving a muscle. Something that I notoriously have a very difficult time doing, silently panicking, my breath coming in quick bursts as my mind races at a million miles per hour. Rage, fear, sadness, anxiety, disgust, and dysphoria all rampaging through my head, tearing the place up as I sat there, unmoving. Completely tuned out from the outside world until-

“HEY!” my mom shouted, clapping her hands in front of me. “Are you okay? You’re gonna be late for class at this rate.” “Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just need to go brush my teeth.” My mom walked back to the kitchen table, saying something, but I wasn’t listening. I stood up and made my way back up the stairs to my bathroom, placing my hands on the counter and staring at my reflection in the mirror, only to see *him* looking back at me. The person I’d been trying to escape from for so long now. I shut my eyes and lowered my head, trying to ignore my reflection. I’m not him, and he’s not me, so why do I still see him???

With a sigh, I reached for the bottle of pills on the counter—the hard stuff, for emergencies only, when you’re actively panicking. I tossed one in my mouth and washed it down with a cup of water. Taking a deep breath, I stood up straight, and while avoiding eye contact with the mirror, I grabbed my toothbrush, brushed my teeth, swished some mouthwash around for thirty seconds, spat it out, and headed back downstairs.

I slipped on my Hot Pink Conberse shoes and grabbed my backpack off of the banister before opening the front door. “Mom, I’m headed out!” I shouted over my shoulder. “Okay, have a good day!” her voice responded from the Living room. Closing the door, I walked outside and stopped momentarily to smell the fresh air, before getting into the front seat of my car. Closing the door, I shut my eyes and did some deep breathing for a good twenty to thirty seconds. I then pulled out my phone, plugged it into the car, turned on my playlist, and started the engine. Little did I know, that if I had waited in the doorway for just a few moments more, I would have heard a very interesting news report. 

“And now for something seemingly straight out of a Sci-fi movie. a select number of clinics in major cities have begun to offer a new kind of hormone treatment for those who don’t feel comfortable in their own skin. Here’s Jonah with the report.”

Dedicated to 

Pauly A. Likens

Rest in Power

2009-2024

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