#lavender secondary

[bonusdragons]

January 22, 2025:

Lavender Secondary, Skydancer, Patchwork.

Wintergreen of lastghostling's clan!

[scryingworkshop]

[chasingrainbowsforever]

“Details” ~ By Patrick Simon

[alstroemeria-fox]

i was "just one more egg"ing my way though my current stash and was rewarded with a one-off xyy with some very pretty colours AND matchy eyes

[kimsmingyu]

one of the many things i love about hometown cha cha cha is that the writers created such great side characters that have depth to them but the watchers also can easily love them and want more scenes with them. i see the same thing with love next door and even the side characters are important with depth and you love them and want more with them

[caestusvulpes]

they are the sun and moon. they are a solar eclipse. the red and the blue. the shadow cast along the wall and the sunbeam from a half-open window. the fuckign intj and enfp goddamn it. stark monochrome constrasting to bright and soft secondaries. they both have scarves. the fear of changing and growing old vs the fear of stagnating and being stuck in time. i am collapsing into a puddle. 'i will kill for you, please let me kill for you' vs 'show mercy for me, stay your hand for me'. Neither have regrets for their actions but they do regret the results those actions have. both are inherent forces of nature. hikari is an earthquake that tears and heaves the foundations, who's anger rattles everyone and everything, where the only option is to take cover and pray to god the fallout doesn't reach you. straizo is a tsunami, a typhoon, where the tide recedes and the wind whips and you think you're safe until the wall of water comes crashing down around you and crushes you under its weight. does anyone hear me

[fantastic-fr-scries]

Aether Female

Lavender / Eggplant / Heather , Cinder / Flair / Sparkle

Arcane Unusual

[unityrain24]

btw i fucking hate complimentary colours.* no it is not ""science"" or ""colour psychology"" that they compliment and look good together, it is not a """fact"""! No!! They Look Horrific Together Actually! Like they are actually anti-complimentary, like the worst possible colours you could put together!! "complementary colours" my ass they should be called "warning never pair together colours"!!!

[oysterie]

Idk what any scents smell like that are listed on listings but I love buying random roll on colognes from etsy it's always a grab bag between the best smelling thing ever and something that makes me gag

[nachrosas]

BLANKET OF STARS | s.reid x reader

summary: in which stargazing with spencer leads up to you confessing your feelings. pairing: spencer reid x reader content warnings: none, just pure fluff word count: 790 a/n: hope you guys like it and feedback is always appreciated! till the next one!

The evening temperature was mild, with a pleasant chill that caused slight goosebumps on her exposed skin, but nothing that bothered her all the same; from time to time, a gentle breeze blew in, carrying the scent of the nearby trees and the newly formed grass. What kept their bodies from touching the icy grass was a large, fluffy, cozy blanket that smelled faintly of lavender — which she was pretty sure Spencer had taken out of the washing machine before leaving the house. The constant chorus of crickets and the rustling of leaves caused by the light wind created a perfect soundtrack for the evening. 

He was lying on his back, his arm raised pointing to the sky. With a small green laser in his hands, he was tracing invisible lines between the bright dots.

“There, look!” he said, his voice full of excitement but still low, respecting the silence of nature. “That's Vega, the brightest star in the constellation of Lira! And just over there is Altair, part of Aquila. Together, with Deneb, they form the Summer Triangle. Fascinating, isn't it?”

You snuggled up next to him, your eyes watching him more than any constellation in the sky. His every move, every delicate, subtle gesture as he pointed to a new star, seemed more fascinating than any constellation. He spoke with such passion, with such intensity, that it was impossible to look away. The way his hands moved as he explained, the sparkle in his eyes, all that made the universe seem so distant, so secondary, but at the same time, in his presence, everything was so magnificent.

“Fascinating indeed.” she replied, with a warm tone, more because of the way he spoke than because of what he said.

Spencer turned slightly to look at her, his eyes shining brighter than any star. “Do you know that the light from these stars has traveled light years to get here? Looking at them is like looking into the past. The universe is so immense that...”

Before he could finish his sentence, you ended the space between you, interrupting him with a soft but intent kiss. Spencer was surprised for a moment, his body rigid before relaxing against you, his eyes closing in response to your touch. The kiss was quiet but charged with something deeper, as if the words he was about to say were swallowed up by the immensity of the moment. When your lips parted, you could still feel the warmth of his lips, the lightness in the air between you, and, for a moment, the universe seemed to have stopped to make room for the moment. Spencer's breathing became slower, and he smiled softly, his eyes still shining, but now in a different, more intimate way, as if he had found the right place in the middle of all the vastness.

The glitter of the stars reflected in his eyes seemed to dance with a softness you had never seen before. His eyes, normally curious and intense, were now softly focused on you, as if the entire universe had fallen silent, waiting for the next words to leave his lips.

“You know, among all those wonders up there…” you began, but your voice faltered momentarily. He didn't look away and the way the corners of his lips slowly curved revealed more than any words could express. “Nothing shines brighter for me than your smile.”

You took a deep breath, your mind a little scrambled as you waited for his reaction. Then, just as softly as your words, the same smile you offered Spencer was returned — not with words, but with the tenderness of a silent gesture, just the movement of your lips meeting again and your eyes fixed on his. 

The sound of the crickets in the background seemed more distant now, as if the whole universe had quietened down around them, standing still to watch that intimate moment between the two of them. The light breeze that caressed your skin was now the only thing that filled the silence between you, and it was comfortable, and welcoming, as if the whole countryside was sharing in the intimacy of that kiss.

When you pulled away, you laughed softly — a soft sound that was lost in the vastness around you. The warmth of the moment was still there, but in a quieter way, as if the words you'd said before still warmed your hearts. Spencer looked at you, his eyes softening even more as he realized that you were somehow closer to him than he could have imagined.

Under the infinite sky, and with Spencer by your side, you felt like you were in the right place. There was nowhere else in the entire universe you'd rather be.

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Finals

Propaganda Under Cut

Sakura Haruno

Her husband is gay and her author doesn't know how to write women. So many people say she's the worst but she. DESERVES. BETTER!!! Save her from this franchise.

My baby girl my bestie my best friend. She committed the crime of um being written by kishimoto who both doesn’t know how to write women and somehow writes men in the gayest way possible specifically naruto and sasuke. Like the thing is naruto and sasuke ARE gay and also she gets so much hate for the crime of kishimoto writing her one dimensionally in love with sasuke. I know her personally she is a butch lesbian to me just trust me she’s in love with Ino and has a lesbian thing going on with Karin okay just trust me. My everything. She needs to divorce the loveless lavender marriage she’s in 

What is there to say, even? The OG Threat to my 90s anime brain, the only woman I've ever hated with such a passion she made me turn away from the color pink. I used to write fics with my friend where she got left behind on purpose so our OCs could join the Naruto and Sasuke team instead. I loathed this bitch until I was 16 and realized the author simply couldnt write women and decided it was time to make peace with Sakura. It is not her fault she's vaguely written and obsessive over Sasuke. She deserves better. Sasuke and Naruto still should be together and Sakura shouldnt be with Sasuke but I no longer believe this because I hate Sakura, it is because I love her. She deserves a spouse who will actually put in the time to treat her like the hero she is.

Misa Amane

she gets treated in-canon the way fandoms treat female characters that Threaten an m/m ship. it's like, "oh why don't you go sit in the corner and be pretty, misa, while the Men have intelligent conversation and pretend they aren't ten seconds from fucking each other, doesn't that sound nice?" it's infuriating. and MAYBE it's better now but i remember her getting treated the same way in fanfiction too, like we all need to do just as badly by our female secondary characters as fucking tsugumi ohba, but with the added insult of making her be alternately oblivious of the relationship between light and L or actively trying to sabotage it—incompetently, of course, because god forbid misa be allowed dignity or moments of cleverness.

she's one of the first characters I think of when I consider old school fandom misogyny. The annoying bitch and clingy crazy gf allegations were AFTER HER ASS. She's also a lot more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but most seem inclined to take the Very Biased word of our unreliable, narcissistic narrator and his homoerotic arch nemesis and claim that just because she's bubbly and into romance that she's also a complete moron. Which is blatantly untrue. Everyone was afraid of Misa girlbossing too hard. Killing people and devoting yourself to the deranged twink of your dreams even though you know he'll never love you back??? Having a hardcore goth aesthetic and being so Hot even literal Death Gods are into you?? God forbid women do ANYTHING!

Not only is she the victim of yaoi culture, she is the victim of early 2000s misogyny by an author that wanted to introduce a girl character because he knew his male rivals were getting too homoerotic. She is a goth bimbo icon who portrays what I think is one of the few callouts for stan culture and what parasocial relationships can do to both the stan and the idol. The fact that she is a toxic fan of Kira and also hot, funny, sociable is tragic in its own way, which I think the author did try to touch on but was too misogynistic too really get through. Of course, she was reduced to villain status by the fandom and anime alike because she got in the way of the supposed romance in their psychological horror anime

[hero-the-meep]

Colour theory. The 60th Specials have this gorgeous colour palette of reds and blues and greens throughout. But what do they all mean?

Donna spends much of the specials drenched in red – her fiery copper hair, her pink and red jumper, the warmth of her house as the Doctor looks in from the cold, blue night, of the vortex, and of flames.

In many scenes, she's in fact the only source of warmth in frame.

The Doctor's palette is, of course, blue, and he starts his journey very blue prior to stripping off his long, solid overcoat to reveal brown and blue tartan (a mixture of both the Doctor's he's been) and white (a carte blanche that can throw to any colour).

Red and blue, the Doctor and Donna. These are our two primary colours for the Doctor and Donna as individuals. But it doesn't stop there.

Donna often throws red to the Doctor.

Or they share a frame of equal parts red and blue.

But more often than not, the Doctor casts Donna a sickly blue green – not in the moments of peril Donna chooses, like her choice to remember the mind of a Time Lord to save her daughter, but the moments of peril that truly make Donna afraid.

Staring out into the black nothingness of space without stars at the edge of the universe, so far from her family. Being confronted with herself. Half-remembering the Doctor with her daughter in danger, because of her (perceived) failure.

At her most afraid, like when the Doctor is genuinely angry at her, encroaching in her space, she wraps her body in her dark green jacket, a futile attempt to self-soothe. On an RGB colour wheel, green is our third primary colour.

Whereas the Doctor, at his lowest points, is drenched blue.

But where do they end up?

In glorious lavender purple and natural green with flickers of red and brown and yellow and blue.

Purple is a secondary colour, an additive of red and blue. Purple complements green. Green and red add to yellow; add a bit more red than green and you get brown. Yellow complements blue. Red and blue and green are triadic colours – high contrast, bold and vibrant, spaced evenly on the wheel.

Because their ark is not just for Donna to take on part of the Doctor, but for the Doctor to take on part of Donna as well. They are the Doctor and Donna, human and Time Lord, man and woman, travelling and at home – all these things and both and more, binary not-binary, a circle, complete.

Compare and contrast to season three and four.

Donna's colours are deep, jewel-toned reds and purples and blues, analogous colours. She's a bright, discordant blot in a sterile office. She's resplendently human in Pompeii. But by the end, she's adopted a long, brown coat, with just a hint of purple peaking out from a singlet top under all those layers. During Turn Left, never meeting the Doctor slowly sucks her colour to grey almost (but not) completely.

And when the Doctor takes her memories he returns her sans-jacket. Deep jewelled purple again.

The Doctor splits into a Doctor brown and a Doctor blue. One home, with a family. One travelling, alone. A bittersweet – not a happy – ending.

Now is their happy ending.

[scryingworkshop]

[kazenehoshizora]

The Third Division cafeteria buzzed with its usual activity. Plates clattered, voices chattered, and amidst the commotion, you stood frozen, staring at an empty dessert plate. Your Mont Blanc—the one you had carefully hidden earlier—was gone.

As if on cue, Vice Captain Soshiro Hoshina strolled in, looking entirely too relaxed. Spotting you, he waved casually, then stopped mid-stride as if recalling something. "Oh, by the way, that dessert in the fridge? Damn, that was somethin' else. Didn't think I'd like chestnuts that much."

Your jaw dropped. “That was mine!”

Hoshina blinked, then winced slightly. “Ah... my bad. Didn’t have a name tag on it, so I figured it was free game.”

You glared at him, crossing your arms. "Free game?" Without another word, you turned on your heel and walked off, deciding then and there to give him the silent treatment.

-------next day --------

The cafeteria buzzed with activity, but for Vice Captain Soshiro Hoshina, there was one notable absence—your usual cheerful greetings. Over the past four days, you had mastered the art of ignoring him, and he was not enjoying it.

As the Third Division prepared for the kaiju subjugation that evening, Hoshina spotted you near the mission briefing area, double-checking your gear. With his usual laid-back grin, he approached.

“Yo, rookie! All set for tonight? Make sure ya don’t forget anythin’—wouldn’t want ya to freeze up out there.”

You didn’t even glance at him. Instead, you adjusted your helmet strap and walked away as if he didn’t exist.

Hoshina blinked, momentarily stunned before muttering under his breath, “Cold as ice. Thought we Kansai folks were supposed to be the stubborn ones.”

---

Four Days Later: The Subjugation Mission

Night had fallen, and the Third Division was fully mobilized for a large-scale kaiju subjugation. The battle was intense, but the team worked like a well-oiled machine. However, just as victory seemed within reach, the ground beneath you and Vice Captain Hoshina gave way, sending you both tumbling into an underground chamber.

Dust filled the air as rubble settled around you. Groaning, you blinked and realized you were pinned under Hoshina—his arm braced against the wall to keep from crushing you entirely. The awkward proximity made heat rise to your cheeks, but Hoshina seemed unfazed.

“Well, this ain’t ideal,” he muttered, his Kansai accent slipping into his voice as he shifted slightly.

“Operations room, this is Hoshina!” he called into his earpiece. “The attack of the other beast caused our footing to collapse, and we’ve been buried under rubble in the ○ area! There’s a possibility of secondary damage, so we’ve determined it’ll be difficult to escape by releasing our fighting forces. Please send immediate support.”

Konomi Okonogi’s voice crackled back. “Copy that, Vice Captain. Are you and the recruit injured?”

“Nah, we’re fine fer now,” he replied. “But ya might wanna hurry—this ain’t exactly comfortable.”

“I’ll dispatch reinforcements immediately,” Konomi said. “Hold tight.”

As the earpiece fell silent, Hoshina shifted again, trying to ease the pressure on your legs. “I’ll be like this for a while. If the position’s uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to tell me.”

You huffed quietly, muttering, “Ha... yes.”

Hoshina chuckled lightly, his lavender eyes glinting in the dim light. “Still givin’ me the silent treatment, huh? Four days, rookie. Gotta admit, I’m impressed by your commitment.”

You bit your lip, refusing to meet his gaze.

“C’mon,” he said, his tone softening. “Look, I’m sorry ‘bout the Mont Blanc, alright? I didn’t know it meant so much to ya.”

Still, you didn’t respond, though your silence felt less like defiance and more like hesitation. Hoshina tilted his head, his expression turning curious. “Wait… was it somethin’ special?”

Finally, you sighed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “It wasn’t just for me. It was a gift. From the whole recruitment team. For you.”

Hoshina froze, the weight of your words sinking in. “For... me?”

You nodded, looking away. “We wanted to thank you for being such a great mentor. Everyone chipped in to get it. And you just... ate it without even knowing.”

There was a long pause before Hoshina let out a low laugh—not mocking, but warm and slightly self-deprecating. “Well, damn. Guess I really screwed up, huh?”

You didn’t answer, but your pout deepened.

“Alright, alright,” he said, his voice taking on a playful lilt. “How ‘bout this? I’ll make it up to ya. I’ll treat the whole team to somethin’ better. Or maybe I’ll bake one myself. Couldn’t be that hard, right?”

You snorted softly, unable to hide your amusement. “You? Baking? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Hoshina smirked. “Don’t underestimate me, rookie. I’ve got plenty of skills you don’t know ‘bout yet.”

The tension between you began to ease, his lighthearted banter making the situation feel less dire. His voice dropped into a softer tone as he continued, “Y’know, for someone givin’ me the cold shoulder, you sure look cute when you’re mad. Maybe I oughta mess up more often.”

You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks flushed. “Don’t push your luck, Vice Captain.”

Hoshina shifted slightly, careful not to worsen the situation. “Alright, rookie,” he said softly, his Kansai accent thick but his tone unusually tender. “This ain’t exactly how I imagined spendin’ the night with ya, but I reckon it could be worse.”

You turned your head to avoid looking at him directly, your face flushed. “Vice Captain, now’s not the time for jokes.”

“Who said I’m jokin’?” he teased, though his lavender eyes softened. “Honestly, though… I’m sorry. Not just about the Mont Blanc. ‘Bout the whole thing. If I’d known it was somethin’ so special, I’d have guarded it like my swords. You didn’t deserve me makin’ ya feel ignored.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. “It… It wasn’t just for me. It was from all of us.”

“I get it now,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “And I’m touched, rookie. More than you know. Y’all wanted to thank me, but here I am makin’ a mess of it. Guess I owe y’all big time, huh?”

You hesitated, your pout lingering as you muttered, “It’s not about owing us…”

Hoshina’s gaze softened further, his smirk fading into a rare, gentle smile. “Nah, it is to me. Yer one of the most dedicated recruits I’ve had the pleasure of workin’ with, ya know that? Yer silent treatment these past days—it hurt more than I thought it would. Made me realize how much I enjoy our chats, even when yer givin’ me sass.”

Your cheeks flushed, but before you could respond, he continued, his tone turning more playful again.

“Plus, ya look kinda cute when yer mad,” he drawled with a wink. “Almost makes me wanna steal more desserts just to see ya all pouty again.”

“Vice Captain!” you protested, finally meeting his gaze, though your embarrassment was evident.

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop. For now. But seriously, rookie… Thanks for tellin’ me the truth. I’ll make it up to ya somehow, even if it means learnin’ to bake somethin’ better than a Mont Blanc. Think I could manage that?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your annoyance starting to melt away. “I don’t think anyone would survive that experiment, Vice Captain.”

“Ya wound me, rookie,” he said dramatically, though his grin didn’t fade. “Guess I’ll stick to what I’m good at, then—swordplay and sweet talkin’ ya outta yer bad mood.”

You rolled your eyes, but the hint of a smile tugged at your lips. The atmosphere between you grew lighter, even as fatigue began to settle over you.

Hoshina noticed the way your eyelids started to droop, and his expression softened again. “Hey, don’t tell me yer driftin’ off already,” he murmured, his voice quieter now. “Ain’t exactly the best time for a nap, rookie.”

“I can’t help it…” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s been a long day…”

“Yeah, no kiddin’,” he replied, adjusting his position slightly to give you more support. His shoulder became your makeshift pillow, and he made no effort to move you. “Guess I’ll just sit here an’ keep ya safe till help gets here. Not like I’ve got anywhere else to be.”

The warmth in his voice made your heart flutter, but the weight of exhaustion pulled you under before you could say anything more.

Hoshina tilted his head slightly to glance at you, a rare softness overtaking his features as he watched you sleep. “Ya really know how to keep a guy on his toes, don’t ya?” he murmured.

For a moment, he let the silence linger, the chaos outside feeling worlds away. “You’re somethin’ else, rookie,” he added quietly. “An’ maybe… maybe it’s not just yer fightin’ spirit that’s got me so hooked.”

He sighed, leaning his head back against the rubble as his eyes flickered closed for a moment. “Guess I’ll just have to stick around long enough to figure out the rest, huh?”

The faint sound of distant footsteps signaled the arrival of reinforcements, but Hoshina didn’t move. Not yet. For now, he stayed still, letting you rest against him, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips.

Hoshina smirked faintly, his voice soft as he murmured, “Guess I owe ya more than just a Mont Blanc, huh?”

[caspian-vares]

OPEN RP (Marvel/X-Men)

Caspian knew that in a way, he was pretty lucky. Being a mutant was hard, especially in a world that was trying to hard to make his existence illegal, but at the very least he was human passing. Walking along the streets you'd never be able to tell that he was anything more than your average human being, it let him do things that others couldn't without scrutiny

He still had powers though, ones that he did actually quite enjoy and liked using. Being able to multiply things was fun and easy, and it sure as hell made groceries last longer. Caspian though he just felt more himself when he was using his powers, more at peace, more... himself, like he was whole again.

...that is until his secondary mutation developed, now it felt like shit.

Multiplication was still a good power, he'd never go back on that. But the whole, telekinetic, telepathic, empath mind bending whatever the fuck he developed not even a year ago? It sucked, he hated it... or maybe he just hated what it represented... so Caspian decided to lock them away—most of it anyways, shut them out into the back of his mind so none of the other telepaths could find him. He didn't need these powers, he liked his other ones better anyways.

And yet still there was that urge, the urge to use them just as he had the urge to fiddle with his hands, tap his feet against the floor, rub the back of his neck when stressed. It was a compulsion, and impulse to use that part of him because a was a part of him, and he couldn't just shut them out forever.

So Caspian walked the streets, not at night, that was stupid, but in the early twilight when everything still had that faint lavender hue to it. He knew a spot, one that was away from prying eyes where he could feel more himself. A shortcut into an alleyway led him to a space between a couple of abandoned buildings the city never bothered to demolish. No one came back here, and it was the perfect place to let loose.

So Caspian unlocked that part of his mind—some of it anyways, only a little bit more than what he already used. He took the backpack off his back and got out red spray paint, walking over to one of the walls and spraying on a target.

He stepped back towards the other wall, and reached out with his mind, picking up one of the smallish rocks laying around and threw it with his mind towards the target.

Miss. Rather embarrassingly so, actually.

Caspian winced at that. He never really bothered practicing with the power he never wanted in the first place. So he kept at it, picking up more of the alleyway rocks and throwing it at the target. He must have only been at it for 20 minutes before he heard a sudden, far too human nice behind him, causing the guy to whip around with wide cornflower blue eyes, rock hovering above his head.

"You're dreaming!" Was the first thing he blurted out. Really? What's what you were going with Cas?

[littlebloomclan]

The “Cold” personality trait.

While they may not be friendly exactly, it’s not an inherently bad trait to have either.

Tawnypath, Deputy of BurnClan is also “cold” but he seems to be logical and can be reasoned with if hard factual evidence is in front of him (he acknowledges that BloomClan is a “real Clan” in the eyes of StarClan—not just “2 rogues living in a hole” like his father/BurnClan’s leader had said)

Oh definitely. All the personalities can branch off and be different, esp with the secondary traits in play

Much later from now, I have more than one character who is insecure for example. I see the way they show this VERY differently from each other. So for Frogpaw and Lavenderpaw, Frog is very stoic, calm, and aloof. She does care, it's just hard to read or see it. Lavender is more snappy, comes off as being too harsh or tactless. Again, he does care, he just shows it in another way. He called Frog an idiot because, she's ok. Hurt. but not dying

Then for Honeypaw, I interpret her lonesome personality to be that she's sensitive, EXTREME care and gratefulness for those she has, which makes her cry easy. Them being hurt or angry scares her and she can't hide that emotion as well as others could. Where as another Lonesome character you could make introverted and maybe a bit depressed, in contrast.

There's a lot you can do with a simple starting point like "this character is" blank. and can also be shaped by the other people around them. Have fun with it!