#just look at t/atiana

[erigold13261]

what are your choices for element accent colors

here's mine

fire: shades between red, orange and yellow

earth: shades between orange and brown

electricity: yellow, straight up

wood/nature: green with some amount of brown

ice: ranging between cyan and white

water: deep blue to indigo

wind: purple, assuming greens, blues or yellows aren't already taken

darkness: black with some purple or red

light: white with light blue or gold

Accent colors? These seem more like predominant/main colors than they are accent colors. Like an accent color would just be something on the trim that contrasts the main colors. A very small amount compared to the main colors that just give that extra POP!

With fire for example, the main colors should be reds, oranges, and yellows. Very warm colors to represent fire and heat. As a small accent color, usually I would go with a bright gold, but that is if I am just using mainly orange and reds. If I am using all three of those colors then I think a purple that is still warm but leaning towards the cooler side would be nice.

Earth: Main colors would be browns, greens, and some of the more muted oranges. I think a strong bright yellow or red could be a good accent for this palette.

Electricity: Yellow for the main color, but maybe a blue or white for the accent colors. OR, you can have the main color be a very dark blue or purple, even just a charcoal or black. And the accent color could be a very bright yellow.

Wood/Nature: I was thinking earth was this. This and earth are the same for me. I guess with this added section I would change earth to some silvers/greys and have those accents be red/oranges. Making earth kinda look like magma but not as fire-y. Wood/nature will get the description I gave for earth from above.

Ice: Main colors being a lighter blue with darker green-blues as a secondary color. White would be the accent Possibly some very minute pinks can be added to this palette I think.

Water: Green-blues for the main colors. Maybe a gradient into a deep sea green. A water pattern with some light teal and hints of light purples/violets could be nice (very light hints of the purple). A layer of just dark blue or an average blue over the deep green-blues could be nice (I am thinking of these colors as wizards for some reason, so like an under robe with the deep sea green-blues and an upper robe/cloak with the dark solid blue).

Wind: It's hard to think of wind for colors. Usually I think blue, but that's from Avatar the Last Airbender I think lol. I also think just going with light greys and whites, maybe silvers would be good for main colors. Then you can have accents of very light, pastel colors. I'm mainly thinking of mixing warm and cool colors on the red and blue side. So reds, purples, and blues. Mainly leaning towards reds and purples, maybe some oranges and some blues. All of these very light pastels and in patterns that are broken up, no solid colors (like wisps of winds or fallen leaves).

Darkness: Depends really on the vibe you want. Cold darkness? Dark blues as the main with purples and greens as accents. Suffocating darkness? Very dark cool grey/black with the tiniest hints of dark colors. Probably like a very dark red. Just keeping the colors dark, not really having that high contrast is what you would want for darkness.

Light: Basically the opposite of darkness. Which would basically be what I explained for wind lol. Maybe wind can keep what I said but just have all the colors be matte colors. Light on the other hand is a dark silver that reflects all kinds of light. Basically think of those holographic fabrics used for skirts, jackets, and bags.

But yea. It all really depends on the vibe you want to go for. Like with water, I was going for like a swamp or deep ocean vibe. But you can also go with a waterfall or crystal clear lake vibe, which would be more of light blues, whites, and maybe some moss greens. You can change the accents to show different feelings and effects while still having a cohesive theme.

3 nature/wood characters could show off something like fruits and berries, flowers, or trees just based on their accents (as well as pattern/designs). As long as you keep the main colors the same or at least similar, you can have fun with the accents and still make them all look related to nature/wood.

Accents are just supposed to be hints in a design, not take up the whole piece. It's why they are called accents and not main colors/primary colors (primary colors as in the most prominent, not as in red/yellow/blue).

[giowritess]

Dull — Michael Corleone

masterlist. | michael corleone.

Pairing: Michael Corleone x fem!OC Tatiana van Doren

Plot: Tatiana and Michael have always been pushing each other’s buttons. One day, when confronting him about a deal that went south, their relationship takes a different path.

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes — choking, vaginal fingering, intercourse, unprotected sex, edging. 

Word-count: 2,555

Kinktober: prompts — • 4. begging • 10. against the wall • 11. hatesex • 12. fingering • 13. edging • 32. choking

Author’s note: Wassup people!!! Sorry for taking so long to write something. I finally wrote something about one of my all-time favorite characters, who doesn’t have a big fandom but should. If you don’t know what The Godfather is about, all you need to know is that they’re gangsters and this man is perfect. This lovely piece I wrote alongside the most precious being on universe that’s @pacinorose! I love you so much and I can’t thank you enough for entering my life. I haven’t written smut in four years and this is my first attempt at it. This is also my 1st official post for kinktober. About the banner/gif: @littlefreya​‘s inspired me to do one. The gif edition is mine, but I don’t know who the gif itself belongs to (let me know if you do). I really ope you all enjoy it! Also, not beta’d. xoxo 

     Tatiana van Doren was not a force to mess up with. The van Doren family and the Corleones had always been on each other’s bad side. Their mutual hatred transpassed the invisible strings of time and, all that despise, disdain and hostility towards each other carried on through generations and generations. It definitely hadn’t missed out on Tatiana van Doren and Michael Corleone, the oldest children to take over the two businesses.

      Interaction between the two of them was always hard. The only exceptions were when both had to attend any kind of social gatherings, where they had to maintain politeness and grace. Usually, they were always at each other’s throats like cat and rat, always pushing each other’s buttons to nothing but pure and inexplicable rage. Michael always made Tatiana turn into an angry beast who wouldn’t keep quiet, and she did the same thing to him. He couldn't even recognize himself when he was around her. Michael always tried his best to suppress his emotions and stay indifferent, but with her, he just couldn’t do that. He brought out the worse in her, and she did the same to him.

      So, that meant that business between them was nearly impossible. They'd joined forces against a common enemy and that involved mastering a hazardous business deal which included exchanging weapons imported from the docks. Of course, it hadn’t been easy to find something both agreed on.

      “Miss van Do-”, Michael’s secretary started to speak, standing in a flash from his chair in a futile attempt to try and stop her.

      Tatiana was on a warpath as she blasted through his office door and almost took it off its hinges. She didn’t give a damn about discretion and was ready to take out the revolver from her thigh holster and shoot any bastard that dared to stand in her way.

      Michael’s eyes were wide from the action as he snapped his head up from his work. His eyes soon narrowed when he saw exactly who had interrupted him and caused such a scene. Her dark, doe-eyes no longer had that sparkle full of mischief and teasing. Instead, they held complete and utter anger as she pierced holes into him, her chest weaving up and down in an erratic rhythm.

      “I tried to stop her, Mr Corleone. I’m sorr-,” his secretary started. Michael interrupted him putting his hand up, a gesture for him to be quiet before he silently dismissed him and he left both alone.

      Michael took a deep breath and finally brought his eyes back to the brunette girl. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with her day-to-day teasing and uncontrollable annoying mouth, that just wouldn’t close without spurting snarky comments about how he conducted his work.

      “Do you not listen, princess?” he asked with a calm voice,  his brow arching in question. He clenched his jaw so tightly he thought his teeth might crunch under the tension of his frustration, .

      Tatiana’s face completely fell in disbelief at his audacity, and her eyes soared into his so intensely the Corleone almost took a step back. Him calling her like that made her blood boil, and he knew that.

      “I’m sorry? I don’t fucking listen?!” the words started to violently fall from her lips, like bullets hitting their targets. “I told you not to move the contraband under a fucking full moon! We agreed on that! And what do you go and do?!” she asked, prodding her index finger towards him as she spoke. Her eyes were wild with fury as she looked at him.

      While she did her small angry speech, Michael couldn’t help but notice how well that floral-print summer dress hugged her body, leaving little to the imagination. To his imagination, that would happily fill in the gaps late at night, both when he couldn’t sleep and when he’d dream of her. Of course, his dark desires were well hidden as he kept a stern look and averted his eyes back to his desk. He moved his hand to align a piece of paper that fell as he stood up to confront the intruder in his office, shrugging her comment off with an emotionless glance.

      This only pissed her off more.

      “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” she continued, striding in front of him so she'd force him to make eye contact. She was fuming. “My men could’ve been caught because of you. Because you’re so fucking dull.”

      Her fast breathing matched his clenched body, and she couldn’t help but feel a shiver run right through her while he looked down into her eyes. He seemed to be staring right through her. They'd never been so close before and, by how he was staring at her, she couldn’t help but feel like a prey, about to be devoured by its predator.

      “You’re a dull fucking bastard,” she mumbled, not even a bit intimidated by him.

      He inhaled so quickly and sharply before he brought his hand up to her throat, she had no time to register what had happened. Tatiana winced as she felt the impact of her back hitting the wall, her eyes immediately locking onto his. She wasn’t surprised by his action. Instead, it surprised her with the effect it was having on her. Her body was tingling everywhere, sending shivers through her spine and sending a fire straight down to her core. The feeling of Michael’s strong hand clenched around her throat, not hurting but still strong enough to keep her in place, was doing more to her than she wanted to admit. That she would like to admit. He could squeeze the life out of her if he wanted to — the predator could easily devour his prey. But by the look on his eyes, she knew those weren’t his plans.

      She gathered her posture back up, that mischievous glint that he so much hated returning to her eyes. Even though she wanted to be devoured by him, she couldn’t help the words coming out of her mouth.

      “What are you going to do, Michael? Kill me,” she asked, her voice slower than usual, “or fuck me?” she rolled out the last words with the pop of her tongue, sounding almost like a purr.

      Unsurprisingly, he slammed his lips down to hers, pressing her further against the wall, his hand still strong on her throat. Then, he pulled away abruptly as his hand loosened its grip around her neck, uncertainty making its way to his mind. As Tatiana slowly opened her eyes, he thought that she was the most beautiful woman on Earth at that moment, without the ice wall she had built around herself. He knew that doing what she did, she had to protect herself, but she was even prettier when she didn’t need to hear that mask. And she definitely didn’t have to wear it around him. Michael could see straight through her without any effort.

      Tatiana could see his jaw clenching as she brought her hand to his neck, slowly dancing her fingertips over his skin. As they reached his face, her eyes repeatedly travelled from his lips to his eyes, which were following every single one of her movements with attention. His chocolate eyes softened at the look of longing in hers, but then it was gone as fast as it came as she smirked up at him. Her fingers finally reached his lips, tracing a line in them before moving her hand to the back of his neck and entwining in his soft hair as she stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips to his, pulling him closer by the neck. It was slow and sensual, giving each other to explore that uncharted path that they had been longing to discover for a long time now. His hand left her throat and travelled down her back, while the other found the back of her neck. Their kiss got needier and hungrier by the second, the mutual desire finally coming to light after being repressed and ignored for so long. They kissed until both couldn’t breathe, pulling away and kissing again, letting their tongues dance together in a harmony they could only find in each other.

      She could feel herself getting flushed, her skin hot, as if she could make fireworks explode every single time that sinful mouth of his made contact with her skin. He was kissing a path down her neck and her collarbone, quickly pulling down and exposing her breasts, begging for his attention. The shape of his erection pressed against her felt like hard marble, and it only made her even wetter than she already was, feeling her panties soaked.

      A moan left her lips as his hot mouth sucked on her breast, and Michael felt his cock twitch in pain at that heavenly sound. He hadn’t even touched her where she needed him the most, but she was already a panting mess from his kisses alone. He knew he was going to leave marks on her body as he sucked, kissed and bit every piece of skin available to his reach.

      Her heart skipped some beats as he started kneading on her thigh, her whole body tensing with expectation and anticipation as his hand went up slowly. She knew he was doing that on purpose — he wanted to torture her, and it was working. Michael finally found the hem of her underwear and stole the air out of her lungs when one of his fingers dipped down her cunt, meeting no restrain.

      “So wet for me,” he whispered in her ear, watching carefully every reaction that crossed her beautiful face.

      “Fuck,” she muttered.

      Tatiana had to cling to his white shirt as his finger swiftly entered her, moans and sighs leaving her mouth as they pleased. Her eyes fluttered closed as he started moving up and down, his finger soon joined by another, while his other hand remained on the side of her head.

      But his torture wasn’t going to end. When her heart started beating faster and her breathing got unstable, he slowed down, only to speed up again when her breathing went back to normal. Over and over and over again, lever letting her chase her high. He could see the eagerness and irritation on her face. The fact that she was entirely at his mercy and under his control only made him harder, if that was even possible.

      “Michael…” she moaned. He could hear the exasperation in her voice.

      “Yes, princess? he replied in a mocking tone, never stopping his movements.

      He knew how impatient she was growing.

      “I… I want you,” she admitted, making a smirk appear on the corner of his lips.

      God, how ironic it was for the roles to be inverted.

      “You’re gonna have to be more specific, darling,” he said, his hot breath against her neck.

       “I want you,” she repeated, this time staring into his eyes. Her voice was nothing but a desperate plea. “Your cock, buried deep inside me. Please," she muttered, almost whining. "Please, fuck me. Please!”

      Her raspy voice full of desire and need turned a switch inside of him. Having her beg for him was exactly what he wanted, and now he just couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted her too, badly, and he couldn’t wait to be inside her. Pulling his fingers out, he held her by her thighs as he picked her up and placed her on his desk, throwing its contents to the floor and not giving a fuck about it.

      Tatiana watched impatiently as he unbuckled his belt and finally released his cock, painfully hard. She couldn’t help but lick her lips as she wondered how it would feel on her mouth, against her tongue.

      And then he thrust into her, and she felt like her brain had short-circuited and stopped working. Was she even alive? Was she breathing?

      "Like this?" he asked, but she couldn’t even reply. "You like it when I fuck you like a whore?" his voice was almost aggressive, his hands holding tight on her hips where he knew would be purple tomorrow.

      A breathy "yes" left her lips, followed by a series of moans that only made him even closer, feeling the way her velvet walls enveloped him with perfection.

      "I bet,” she started to say, but a loud moan interrupted her, “you've… you’ve dreamed..." it was hard for her to finish her sentence, getting harder and harder to form coherent thoughts, "of this."

      Even with his cock thrusting in and out of her and hitting every right angle, making her roll her eyes with bliss and see stars, she still managed to be snarky.

      “All the fucking time," he growled back, and one of his hands found its way to her throat, squeezing lightly, testing the waters. His other hand was busy, rubbing circles in her clit that made her feel as if she was going to explode.

      He knew he was in good waters when his name left her ajar lips in a scream, Tatiana shutting her eyes closed, overwhelmed with the pleasure building up inside of her. Quite satisfied with himself, he applied a lot more pressure around her neck, and he felt her getting tighter around him.

      "Fucking you on my desk until you couldn't speak was all I wanted when you wouldn't shut up," he said, punctuating his last words with some particularly hard thrusts.

      "Michael," she moaned, almost begged, and his name on her voice could've made him come alone. It could easily turn into one of his favourite sounds, and he could get used to hearing it all day long.

      Well, he had fulfilled his goal — she was nothing but a moaning mess under him right now. She couldn’t form a sentence even if she wanted to, her brain simply wasn’t working. The only word that came out of her lips in-between moans and sighs at that moment, the only word she knew, was “Michael”, chanting his name like a prayer as if he was a god meant for her to praise.

      He admired her as she threw her head back in complete bliss, her eyes clenched tightly and her mouth agape as the pleasure overtook her. Her hands were gripping the edges of his mahogany desk so firmly that her knuckles were turning white. No one could say this was the mighty, feared Tatiana van Doren, cheeks red and flushed, out of breath and eyes out of focus, her breasts exposed, spread out on his desk while he impaled her with his cock, each time sending her over the edge and into oblivion. To him, she had never looked prettier.

      Michael was completely enthralled by her, mesmerized by the way she moved, her face, her expressions, the way she grasped his cock and made him see stars. It was as if she’d cast a spell on him, making him feel like no one had ever done before. Now that he finally had had a taste of her and her ferocity, he couldn’t let her go anymore. He couldn’t even understand how he’d gone so long without her, but now he knew he definitely couldn’t keep on without her.

      Who would have imagined all it’d take to tame a beast was another beast?

[mashkaromanova]

Alexandra Feodorovna and Grand Duchess Tatiana

“She was closest in sympathy to her mother, and was the definite favourite of both her parents. She was completely unselfish, always ready to give up her own plans to go for a walk with her father, to read to her mother, to do anything that was wanted.”

- Sophie Buxhoeveden

“If the Tsarina made any difference between her children, Tatiana Nicolaievna was her favorite.”

- Pierre Gilliard

“My sweet darling dear beloved own dearest Mama, I am so awfully sorry you wont [sic] come with us. [...] Dont [sic] worry sweety about baby I will look after him and all will be alright. God bless you my sweet own darling. Many many kisses to you angel from your own loving devoted and true daughter Tatiana.”

- Tatiana to Alexandra, 1912

“I wish you, dear Mama, my angel, a happy new year. May God end this horrible war soon, and may all good come to our close ones. May God bless and keep you. 1000 kisses from your loving daughter Tatiana.”

- Tatiana to Alexandra, 1st Jan 1915

“Mama, sweet, I am so awfully sad. I see so little of you. I hate going away for so long. Really, we never see you now. It doesn’t matter if sisters go earlier to bed - I will remain. For me it is better to sleep less and see more of you, my beloved one. God bless you, deary. 1000 kisses to you and Papa dear. Your own loving child, Tatiana.”

- Tatiana to Alexandra, 7th August 1915

“Only when I speak quietly with T[atiana] she grasps it.”

- Alexandra to Nicholas II, 13th March 1916

“I completely understood your mood, when you said that you just don’t care - I often feel the same; cannot bother [anyone], and while I do want something, do everything in order not to get it - such a silly humanity. I saw that you were close to tears, and was certain that you would have started crying in response to affection.”

- Extract of a letter from Alexandra to Tatiana, 18th Feb 1917

“Mama, my dear little soul, we are very lonesome without you and we torment ourselves with the thoughts that we do not know how you are doing. I pray a lot for you so God will come to help you all, our dear angles. [...] I kiss you my beloved dear ones as much as I love you. I miss you. Your daughter who loves you very much, Tatiana.”

- Tatiana to Alexandra, 25th April 1918

[tatianasharma]

@terencewright

Tatiana can get very excitable. She’s usually very good about manners and staying out of the personal bubble of others. However, her love of teeth got the better of her. When a werewolf opened his mouth to laugh in the distance she could see from where she flew how white and sharp his teeth were. Without thinking she sped through the air... directly into his mouth. Poking around in awe, Tati just couldn’t help herself, “Oh my goodness! Look at these canines! They look like they could tear someone to shreds and so white too!”

[inmydrcams]

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.” for dima! bc awkward in-law bonding is fun

             Last he was awake, it was Anya there. It takes him a moment to remember her saying something about calling her sister but he’s  s u r e  he told her there was no need. It’s just a cold, it’ll be fine by the time you’re back. But here’s her sister with an expression he’s not sure is concern or annoyance. And he can’t help but grumble, sitting up straight on the bed, suddenly too aware of how fragile he must look like this, it makes him uncomfortable.

          ❝ Please, Tatiana Nikolaevna, I told your sister there was no reason for this. It’s just a fever, it’ll pass, there’s nothing to be done about it except wait. I’ll be  f i n e. ❞  He would’ve told her he has no need for a babysitter but that might be a bit too rude and she’s still Anya’s sister. But really, there’s no need for this concern. He has a roof over his head, a comfortable bed and warm blankets, he’s had to go through fevers in much worse conditions when he was younger. This will be fine without anyone looking after him.  ❝ You can call your sister, tell her I’m fine, and then go back to your own life. ❞

@nikolacvnas 

[hcko]

Small Drabble thing that was on my mind. Please don’t reblog without permission.

 Joining the One Kingdom’s Knights shortly after the war between Rigel and Zofia had come to an end, there was little time to rest or think-- having memories of such a time sifted through his mind like sand... before long, a memory washed up in his mind, as if it had hit him with a brick. He had lost many great companions, ones that he would never forget-- nor their brave sacrifices they had made... but after being ordered out to Rigel to help out, making sure that things were going smoothly, he willingly took the order, heading out with few men.

 Reaching the Rigelan border, or Rigel for that much-- was far from easy. Much easier than it had been, seeing as the nations were united now, there were lots less conflict-- still bandits were still on the loose, far from being as peaceful as they would have liked... but he trusted Alm, as he had put his faith back in him in Ram Village. Reaching a small town, the memories of a saint passed his mind-- asking along the way as he heard rumors of her cooping herself up in the local priory.

 How many months had passed since she had locked herself up-- for all he knew, she could have been keeping herself away from the world. The passing of her lover, Zeke, someone she had loved with all her heart, he thought if he should have just walked away... but he remembered the smile she always used to carry, having exchanged conversation while helping set up camp or with other preparations-- she always seemed to be smiling, something absent from her face now.

 Their eyes met, how different the world had become between the months that had passed between the war, even after it-- everyone seemed to have changed once order had been brought back to everyone, without gods they could rely on. Even between the Deliverance members it was easy to tell that not everyone got their happy ending. A wince of pain stung his heart, even if he was left speechless to her sad face... his voice was soft, still stern with as usual.

         ‘ Its been quite awhile Tatiana... I hope you’ve been faring well. ’

 He knew such words were only lies, seeing the pain filling her eyes, as if it had only happened yesterday, and the look and could see the pain in her eyes, something that would possibly never heal. Lukewarm small talk was the only thing he could manage, before nightfall came, and leaving nothing more than empty words lingering... but after their conversation-- he felt a small flame, if anything, he wished to see her smile again.

 Months had passed, his duty as a knight came first and foremost, making sure that he did not fall behind-- but his mind kept lingering to Tatiana, spending most of his free time visiting her in the priory, trying to make conversation, whether his jokes, or anything interesting he had encountered during his work. Even though his stories were most likely dull, it seemed to bring her some form of joy, even if a little.

 Taking her hand gently, trying to clear his mind of his thoughts-- even debating on if he should speak his feelings, something that he had been holding back. He had never thought of love, nor could he tell her if it was such... but there was something there, even if it was tiny-- it was the most sure he had ever felt about it since it had crept back into his mind.

 ‘ Tatiana... I cannot say that I love you like Zeke did, nor can I even say how I really feel, whether this is love or not. But there is one thing that I can say for sure, I wish to protect you, I had forgotten how much you brightened my days with your smile... Maybe I am selfish for admitting this, I do not wish to replace anyone... but I do hope that you can find happiness again. ’

[erigold13261]

Why does she have to be so difficult to draw? Her colors all seem so wacky