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ashacadence · 1 year ago

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Part of the difficulties I have with just design in general being “okay how can I make this character mine and not accidentally or unintentionally look like someone else’s” but it’s just a forever spiral of ‘everything has been done more or less.’ It’s gunna look like something to someone at some point. Nothing can be done other than just having your own style and differences/nuances to go “ya that’s mine.” Plus just always nice to see people coming together with similar ideas and talking to one another and gushing over similar interests. But as far as design I try to picture them by face first then down. From how do they smile to their personality or vibe I want to portray. From there it’s about body then potential abilities/skills/career whathaveyou then build up a mini background then expand. Sometimes a world is created around them or they are just another addition to something I’ve already made. Sometimes I get a head of myself and think of too many things at once and I need to do better at writing them down rather than keeping it in my head and eventually losing it. XD the hazards of memory.

It would have to be Vivienne. I love vivienne. She’s that nice brain rot I can fall back on and indulge in different alternate universes while main bigger main stories and hers are taking a back burner. It’s just nice to have a very freestyle and adaptive character to bounce around with.

My most difficult character to draw or write would maybe have to be Alraeon. He’s got a vocab list and the brains that I don’t have and imagined him having.

Art or talking to friends to splurge ideas with or listen and also media usually to like movies or games usually help light a fire in me to do stuff.

Dr. Lancet, he is a doctor that runs his own clinic in the lower ends of the city with affordable services for those in need and living in poverty. I created him maybe two or three years ago. He was actually an adopt and his design was a bit different. He has a glass like faceplate and slightly different structure and color placement but still same palette.

6. Lancet usually goes thru difficult decisions as a medic/nurse and doctor all in one from how to save a person’s life from human to alien to running his own business and even having interpersonal relations with some unsavory patients that test his patience too. He’s got his own baggage and sins but he is rather blunt with a soft heart at least even if he tries to hide it under a reserved mask. Hard to express without a face but words and hand gestures do get his points across. But he will face difficult things unflinchingly and just soldier through them like a chore.

7. Either his face or his legs. He sounds like a horse coming down some hallways with the way his feet are shaped. Lol

8. I want him perceived as not only as a caring individual who does good work but someone who has some demons that he can’t face alone. For all the help he does he tries to mask a lot of his pain and self hatred. He’s not a very sharing guy.

9. Well 8 kind of answered that but I would say his lack of openness and maybe a bit of a control freak about his business and the way some operations are done since he was programmed to do things a certain way. He is capable of learning a new method by research or on the fly from someone too. He may argue with the latter throughout on effectiveness but if it works it works then it’s just added to his options list.

10. What would be your oc’s favorite ice cream?

-dr. Lancet can’t eat ice cream but if he did he’d probably like vanilla.

I tag: @squigglysquidd @wafflesrock16 @dexianylilia @cold-neon-ocean @generation1point5 @relay314

Anyone else is more than welcome to partake if I haven’t tagged you.

Thought I’d try a little something but also just answer or reblog and/or store and such. Thought I’d start a oc questionnaire and world building train.

What are some difficulties you had/have when coming up with designs and lore for your character vs now that you find yourself may or may not be struggling on? Could be personality to design traits/style to progression in story. Anything.

Favorite junk food oc of yours you like to indulge in. Why?

Least favorite/most difficult?

What gets your creativity juices bubbling?

Introduce an oc. How and when were they created?

If said oc above was given a difficult situation how do they handle it?

What’s the most notable feature about your oc?

How would you like your oc to be perceived?

What’s a flaw of theirs?

And finally…just tag people. And come up with a random number ten question.

That’s the skeleton above.

#ashacadence #headworld #dr. lancet #vivienne #worldbuilding #prompt #creators #writers #artists

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omiscurls · 3 years ago

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Diluc, zhongli and childe reaction to their s/o breaking up with them after something they said, maybe after a week or so after they argument they think the s/o forgave them but they break up instead? I WANT THE ANGST

consequences

plot: reader decides to break up with the character after not speaking to them

contains: diluc, zhongli, tartaglia (idk how am i going to do this to my special boy but ill try my best)

warnings: angst, breakups, implied past toxic behavior

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO HARD- I DONT HAVE THE HEART TO BREAKUP WITH PEOPLE

diluc

hopeless thoughts ran through your head as you fought with yourself about wether to enter angel’s share or not, hand halfway through to the doorknob. your mind hadn’t been made up just yet, you were still in between two very different scenarios - the urge to forgive him for his hurtful words growing stronger each day, as anger and other emotions subdued to loneliness and the feeling of a part of you missing, ever since the two of you stopped talking.

your mind flashed back to the exact moment when you looked into diluc’s eyes, always so soft and calm for you, forming a way of anger he never expressed towards you before. to the feeling you got right then and there that this man is not the same one you’ve met and fell in love with.

the process of coming to terms with that conclusion was as painful as the first strike of his angry glare, and even though he seemed to have realized the weight of his words right after saying them out loud, no matter how hard you tried, you could not erase them from your memory.

one strike of that pain, one memory of that night was enough to make you go through with your plan, door to the bar opening with a little screech.

it was like just another late afternoon, with charles tending the bar, knights and townsfolk filling the hot room, and the smell of alcohol traveling through the air.

“hi” you said to the bartender “is master diluc around?”

charles, busy with his work, quickly replied that he’s out back, opening a barrel. you nodded and went where his directions guided, pushing open yet another door to see the back of the man you loved, looking just as always from this angle, working over said chore. he didn’t even seem to mind the fact that someone walked in on him working.

“diluc” you said with a sigh, and he almost immediately turned around, tools falling from his hands and onto the ground.

“darling, hi” he replied quietly, walking over to you but stopping half way, eyes set to analyze your expression, figure out what was going on in your mind. “i’m glad you’re here safely, i haven’t heard from you in over a week” he added cautiously, as if weighing every word before deciding to say it out loud.

“well” you sighed again, once again going over wether you should actually break things off right then, mind taking pity on his troubled expression, tired eyes, on the obvious eyebags that were much more apparent than before, a sign that he didn’t catch too much sleep. “i had to come to terms with what i’m about to say”

he wanted to tell you he was sorry, he really did, but words didn’t seem to come out of his throat. obviously he was sorry, it was a bad day and he meant none of what he said, but you knew that, right? you knew he always cared for you and loved you… right?

he wasn’t the best with words, hence, the idea of apologizing with a gesture after you were done teaching him his lesson came to mind. a brilliant idea, one could never go wrong with a thoughtful deed for their significant other, just give him one more chance.

“and my conclusion is, we need to take a step back and… reevaluate things in our lives. i’m not saying this is the ultimate end, but what you’ve said, and how you’ve said it made me realize…”

you were making a good point. you were talking about your feelings. he should listen, but the only thing he heard was the blood pumping through his veins, and the two single words

the end

so there won’t be another chance? he won’t be able to prove himself? what do you mean, the end? the best thing that ever happened to him in his sad life was coming to an end because of him? but he was so careful, he treated you like his treasure, because that’s how he truly felt, like his lifeline, something he could never lose…

and all it took was one sentence too much, one glare too intense. for the first time in what, six, maybe seven years, his eyes began to water, as he blinked the tears back at a rapid pace.

“… and that was a shitty thing to do. i hope you know that. i don’t know if i had anything else i wanted to say, perhaps i did, but… that’s all. see you around, i guess” you mumbled, loosing confidence in what you were saying, taking one last glance at his lost eyes before turning around.

turning around from him, from the love of your life, was perhaps the hardest thing you ever had to do, and yet you did do it.

before you could reach the door again, though, a cold hand caught your forearm. your eyes met his, with just a glimmer of hope that he would magically say all the right words and somehow make you stay, you didn’t want to leave, yet knew you had to. if you wanted to preserve the respect you had for yourself, you had to leave.

why were you giving him time to say something?

his helpless gaze seemed to speak with a thousand words, begging, pleading you to not leave through that door, but as much as his lips did part, not a single word left.

he couldn’t say anything to hold you back, and you ripped away from his grip, turned, and walked away.

and just like that,

he was all alone, again.

he was gonna need a drink.

zhongli

tears flooded your vision, blurring every details of zhongli’s face, causing you to only see a pale color palette, instead of your favorite person, ever. maybe it was for the best, maybe it would make it easier, you thought, but that was a foolish thing to hope for.

even through the salty tears, you could make out his eyes, it’s glow never failing to guide you, and comfort you, now seeming to burn their way through you, through your body and soul.

“you’re stuck in another love, zhongli, we both know that!” you exhaled a bit louder than you intended to, the outcome sounding more like an accusation than a fact. “how can you ever say you love me, when it’s so obvious, and so apparent, that every time you look at me, you see someone else? you HOPE for someone else?”

you could only wish the words you spoke didn’t come out as a complete mess, because of those tears you were constantly choking on. desperation seeped through your voice, as the feeling of helplessness rose every time you looked at your lover and at the anguish, and confusion he presented.

how could he make this so hard? it’s not like you’ve presented some statement he didn’t know already, right?

you hoped your eyes would say all the things you didn’t trust your voice to. you hoped he’d somehow hear how all you ever wanted was to be enough, was to meet his standard, how it tore you open that every time he said <i love you> his eyes wandered everywhere but onto yours, how all his touches seemed absent, how all his compliments were truly about some other face, some other smile, some other kind soul.

the worst part was, how could you blame him? how can anyone, ever, blame someone for being in love, of all things? love was something beautiful, and once you’ve experienced it, you’re drowned in it forever, and don’t even want to see the surface again.

love is beautiful. when you’re the one who’s receiving it. love was beautiful, to you, too, when you loved how his wisdom flew through his words, how his kindness hugged your spirit, how his aura brought you comfort. you loved his eyes, you loved his cheeks, his lips, every single detail of his skin.

the love you felt made you complete, made you warm, until you finally realize the thing you should’ve seen much sooner.

that you were merely a mirror for him to look at someone else, someone long gone.

suddenly all the warmth you felt was directed back at you, burning you inside, making you wish you never felt it in the first place.

“aren’t you gonna say something?” you whispered.

his long fingers found their way to your hand, but you snatched it away.

if you fell onto his charms now, you wouldn’t be able to get out once more.

his breath hitched as he gathered himself to speak

“i want nothing more than to love you” he said, although quietly, it rang through your ears like the loudest of screams.

you scoffed.

“we both would’ve wanted that, then”

“and i’m sure i can, if you just—“

now, laughter was all that you were capable of letting out.

“zhongli, you can’t train yourself to love someone. and even if you could, then how do you think that would make me feel? like i’m so unlovable you had to force yourself through it to grow accustomed to a feeling similar to love?”

“that’s not what i—“

“that’s what it means! let it go, please, please just… let me go” you sighed, standing up from the bench over at liyue harbor that you were sitting on. the sun has begun to set on the other side of the sea, and you couldn’t help but notice, it would’ve been the perfect date.

“i do sincerely hope you’ll find someone who’ll love you just the same” he finally stated, as he gave up on trying to make you stay.

“why?” you chuckled “so i could make them suffer the same way you made me?”

tartaglia

(archons give me strength)

you found nothing but guilt, looking into the endless ocean trapped in his eyes. for the first time in forever, they glistened, but not with a spark of joy, like you always hoped they would, they shone a sickly shine, caused by a thin layer of tears, that didn’t dear to spill over his porcelain cheeks, almost as if afraid of making contact with the ruthless face of the number eleven of the fatui harbingers.

he could’ve easily been crying if only he let himself go. he would’ve been in tears, sniffing and coughing, but he just… wasn’t. he held those tears in the gates of his eyes, as if his life depended on it.

the guilt you found inside them, wasn’t his, but yours. you felt guilty, watching this composed, confident man fall into pieces right before you, crumbling before your sight. why were you doing this? you seemed to forget all those terrible things you’ve heard just from the way his irises begged for forgiveness and brows furrowed in inexplicable sadness.

but you couldn’t, no, this time you couldn’t.

“my word” you swore on dear life you’d burst into tears if your voice shook right now “my word is final. we’re over. and that’s… that’s it. you need to understand that there won’t be another chance.”

the moment his lips parted, you knew you were lost.

“i have told you so many times already, but i will say this as much as i need to, it will never happen again! i swear, on everything i love and everything that i am, i swear on life itself, i won’t ever let that happen again! you know i won’t! come on, i promise you, if there’s anything you can say about me is i do keep my promises, don’t i? darling, please…”

“promise yourself to heal and become better, first” you stated coldly, watching faith disappearing slowly from his fixed look.

“im sorry, you know i am, im sorry, im sorry, im so fucking sorry!” a scream left his throat as desperation took over both reason and self-respect.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it”

“then what will? i’ll do anything, anything in the world, anything to prove myself to you. i get that you can’t love me, i understand that, but please, let me win your trust again.”

he said unnaturally calmly, compared to what he did before, and you got concerned immediately.

i understand that you can’t love me, his words rang through your head. oh god, what were you doing? guilt stroke again, right at where you felt your heart to be.

right when you wanted to turn around and leave, he must’ve sensed that, and pulled you into a tight embrace. not suffocating, as they often describe it, not toxic and desperate, but… as loving as every other hug you’ve ever received from him. as calming and grounding, even though you could feel his heart racing. he didn’t refuse for you to leave, he didn’t trap you.

you understood after a while,

he was saying goodbye. all the love trapped inside his heart seeped out onto you, all his feelings surrounding and engulfing you.

“let me promise you this” he whispered, voice shaking painfully “the next time i’ll see you, i’ll be a better man. someone you will be able to be proud of, someone worthy of both your trust, and love. i won’t stop until i’ll be enough for you to look at me without the disgust and fear you have now. i promise. i’ll be better.”

“until then, then.” was the only thing you were capable of saying before leaving.

as soon as the door shut behind you, you rested against a wall and covered your mouth with a hand, unable to hold your tears any longer.

you heard a cry through the door. so he does have some feelings left, after all

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#genshin angst #genshin impact #diluc angst #zhongli angst #childe angst #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #gender neutral reader

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damnedparker · 4 years ago

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long-lasting

pairing: alex law x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: none; more than implied that reader regularly wears makeup. this is just fluff.

summary: alex loves makeup, maybe more than you. so the two of you have some fun.

it’s been a while. i woke up with an idea this morning and had to get it out.

“Look at these!” Flew excitedly out of your boyfriend’s mouth for about the thousandth time in the twenty minutes you’d been in this store. You sighed, more amused than anything, and turned to see what he had been so excited about.

You can’t tell if bringing Alex to a store full of makeup and other beauty products for the first time was a bad idea or not; judging by his excitement, you were leaning towards good. He hadn’t been out of the house to do something in weeks, and you hadn’t seen him this actively excited about anything in a while since the events in his flat months ago. It was good to see a glimpse of happy Alex again, albeit it was much like handling a child. But you loved him for it.

“Look at all the colors…” His breathy statement was full of wonder as if he was seeing vivid colors for the first time in the form of an eyeshadow palette. His hand left where it had been attached to yours like glue since you had arrived, so he could swatch the colors on his hand, which was already covered in swipes of various other makeup products. You wonder if you should have told him he could do that at all.

Upon letting Alex know you had to leave the comfort of your flat, where he had been staying more and more recently, he was visibly distraught. The two of you hadn’t separated from each other for more than work each day, which you didn’t mind, but you got the feeling Alex was finding a lot of comfort being next to you and was a little afraid of being alone. It’s not something you could blame him for after everything he went through, and you surely couldn’t deny him when he asked to come along. He was your boyfriend, and you loved being around him. At first, you weren’t too sure he would enjoy waiting around while you spent forever looking at makeup, but now it seems you made the right decision in letting him tag along.

“Can we get it?” He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you had to steel yourself, shaking your head no. A pout instantly made itself at home on his expression.

“No, Alex, I have a palette just like that one already.” You slipped your hand in his again and pulled him along to get what you actually came for, some refills on daily makeup you needed.

“Why haven’t I ever seen you wear colors like that then?”

“I dunno, just never have the chance to play with them. And an electric blue isn’t exactly business casual.” You shrugged, grabbing your favorite eyeliner off the shelf.

“Well, you should try it, I think it’d look nice on you,” Alex said, almost absent-mindedly, as he was drawn over to the area of lipstick you were about to pass. “You don’t hardly wear lipstick either! Look at all these options!”

“Just not my thing, and it always gets everywhere. By the end of the day it’s gone, so what’s the point?”

“The point is, it’s fun and it looks pretty.” He cocked an eyebrow at you, a grin slowly forming on his face. He then turned back to the display, his eyes brightening. “Look here! It says this kind is supposed to last twenty-four hours! A solution to your complaints!”

“I highly doubt that’s true, maybe it lasts a few hours at least.” You picked up a tube of bright fuchsia to look at the bottle, squinting at the ingredients. At least it was cruelty-free, you supposed.

“Can we get one?” The puppy eyes were on again. You weren’t sure you could last another round of these.

“Alex… I probably won’t ever wear it.”

“Well, not in that color,” he snatched the bright pink from your grasp, turning back and humming at the array of colors. He traced his hand over a few tubes before finally settling on a classic red color, giving a triumphant smile. “This one’s nice.”

“You’re just saying that because that color looks good on you.” Alex frowned grumpily, tucking his hair behind his ear, a telltale sign of the fact that you were right, and he knew it. But you did also like red lipstick on other people, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad on you. You checked the high price tag and mentally went through the costs in your head. While you were doing so, you suddenly felt a tug at your hand, and Alex was on his way to the checkout.

“If you won’t try it, I will!” He said determinedly. Luckily you had gotten everything you needed already, so you let him pull you along to the cashiers. You shook your head and uselessly tried to protest when Alex added your things to his own transaction, insisting to pay for it. Your boyfriend was many, many things, and being insistently generous with his money was one of them.

Once you got back in his car, Alex started ripping open the plastic on the lipstick tube. You watched him ever so carefully apply the red to his lips. He was so tedious you were in the parking lot for ten minutes just watching him put it on in the sun visor mirror. Always the perfectionist; with his outfits, his hair, and now his makeup.

“What do you think?” He turned to you when he was done, flashing a large smile.

“That color does suit you.”

“Thank you, darling,” he messed with his hair in the mirror one last time before shutting it and turning to you again, leaning across the console of the car to press a kiss to your cheek. He reached up to touch your cheek after, running across where his lips had just been. “Whoa, it didn’t get all over you!”

“I guess it is long-lasting, after all.” You shrugged, rubbing your own cheek to find that, yeah, it really didn’t transfer onto you. “Maybe—” You were cut off by a sudden kiss on the mouth from Alex, then another, and another. You let out a chuckle against his lips during the last long one, putting a hand on his chest.

“Still nothing,” he seemed both amazed and slightly disappointed. “Half the fun of lipstick is getting it all over someone else.” You couldn’t say you disagreed, playing with the ends of his hair for a moment while you had a passing thought about covering Alex’s face in lipstick. Cute.

“Well, I have plenty of shitty lipsticks that will do exactly that at home,” You shrugged, then another idea popped into your mind. “How about we pick up some dinner, and I’ll do the rest of your make-up after?”

“I love you.” Alex grinned, attacking you with another kiss before finally starting the car.

Dinner flew by in the next hour, along with a few drinks, and you were back in your bedroom. Alex sat squished next to you on your tiny vanity stool, which was certainly not meant for two, but it’s not like you weren’t comfortable with him nearly pressed against you, currently watching you do your own makeup while he rifled through your small collection, trying to decide on colors he wanted for himself. That didn’t stop him from backseat driving your own decisions, making strong and, honestly, useful suggestions for colors for you.

You were carefully applying your own lipstick, a softer mauve color than Alex’s still present vivid red, when he spoke up again, his chin having found a resting place on your shoulder.

“Can you do, like, a… smoking eye on me? Like super dark and classy.” You had to pause doing your lipstick, unable to prevent the smile from creeping across your lips.

“You mean a smokey eye?”

“Whatever it’s called. I want to look hot,” he mused. “Kinda like when we went to that one party with Juliet? You had all that dark eyeshadow on. You looked really pretty.” Alex hummed, affectionately wrapping his arms around your waist. A bit of heat crept up on your cheeks from his compliment and the sudden warmth of his hug. And the memories of that night. You had work the next day, not intending to be out very late, but Alex sure had kept you up for most of the night, much more compliments flooding out his mouth during your late night.

“You already look hot enough without makeup,” you turned and patted his cheek. He leaned into your touch as you put up the lipstick tube with your other hand, turning back to him with a cheeky grin. “I prefer my men all-natural.”

“Shut up,” he let out a laugh with you, and it flooded your bones with golden happiness. Hearing Alex laugh was encouraging and relieving. They’d been few and far between for the past few months, and it was something you missed. “My turn.”

Putting makeup on Alex was always time-consuming, as he fidgeted a lot, and often had to stop you to say whatever crossed his mind at the moment. You didn’t mind either, used to the way his mind worked. The only times he was ever silent around you was when he was asleep, or when he had been racking his brain about a question for a while, and finally blurted it out to you. You thought it was cute.

Admittedly, you spent a lot longer on Alex’s makeup than yours. One, because smokey eyes were hard as fuck, but also because you wanted him to be happy with it. Regardless, he would be over the moon about whatever you did, but you wanted it to be perfect.

As soon as you were done, you let Alex have the hand-held mirror to look at himself. You watched the happiness creep up his face until he was unable to hold it back. It was contagious, and you wrapped your arms around his middle, leaning your head on his shoulder. His arm fell naturally over your shoulders, squeezing you to him with a kiss to your head. After a moment of quiet, he seemed to get an idea, removing himself regretfully from the embrace to grab your Polaroid camera from your bookshelf. You moved over to your bed as he flopped onto it, snuggling up next to him as he turned the camera around to take a picture of both of you together. One with the two of you smiling, one with him kissing your cheek, and one with his tongue sticking out and you laughing next to him. Afterward, he jumped up from the bed and kneeled over you, encouraging you to pose and let him take photos of you. You tilted your head in amusement.

“Alex, I don’t have much film left.”

“I’ll buy you more, a thank-you gift for my makeup.”

“Alex…” You shook your head, and he put down the camera, leaning over you to give you a kiss. It was round three of puppy eyes, and you were sure you were a goner.

“Please?” He pouted sweetly as he could, his hair hanging down and tickling your cheek. “Baby?”

“Okay, just a few.” You pushed yourself up on your elbows, a wry smile overtaking your lips. Alex always got his way. You were wrapped around his finger, and he was wrapped around yours, although he was more likely to beg you for silly things you normally wouldn’t let yourself do. It was good for you though, he pushed you out of your comfort zone. It was always something you loved about dating him.

A few turned into a few photos of you, and a handful of him as well. Soon, you were both seemingly attached to each other, rolling around on the bed like teenagers with the Polaroids left on the nightstand. Alex pulled away with a grin, adjusting himself to sit up against the headboard with you on his lap. You were a bit dazed, taking a few seconds to come back down from Earth before Alex started giggling.

“I guess this lipstick is only so long-lasting,” he swiped his thumb across your chin, a smear of red confirming what he was saying. You only grinned in return at the mauve streaks all across his mouth, cheeks, and neck. “What?”

“Nothing, you’ve just got a bit of something… everywhere.” You couldn’t hold back more laughter, leaning into him as he started to giggle, too. At a passing thought, you snatched the camera from where it had been half-heartedly discarded next to your pillow. Before he could contain himself and stop laughing, you snapped a photo and tugged the newly printed photo out. Alex’s laughter died down as you re-adjusted yourself to settle between his legs with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, watching the photo slowly develop into view.

“Oh my god, what have you done?” Your boyfriend groaned, with only mirth in his tone. The picture was a near-perfect snapshot of him grinning in laughter, perfectly showcasing the kiss marks scattered all over his face and neck. “My poor, beautiful makeup. It’s all ruined.”

“Actually, I think you look much better like this.”

#alex law x reader #alex law #alex law fluff #alex law let me hold ur hand please #my fics

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vminity21 · 4 years ago

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The Art of You | myg

Pairing: artist!yoongi x universitystudent!reader, friendshiptolovers!au

Word Count: 1,578

Genre: fluff/soft

Warning(s): None, Rated: pg

Summary: A painting Yoongi has been working on reveals his true feelings that he has for you in the most beautiful way imagined. Dedicated and was requested by @suhdays , who also created the beautiful banner for this blurb. Thank you.

A tan apron clings to Yoongi’s frame while he scrunches the sleeves of his sweatshirt halfway up his arms. Converse pat along the plastic flooring while he settles the painting onto the ground. It is nearly finished, and the inspiration is revealed in just the smallest intricacies- details that remind him of you. Gentle transmits of music reverberate within the small space, and he readies his paint upon the palette you gifted him a year prior before he discovered the budding emotions, he has for you.

Aligning a picture of what he plans on adding to the main canvas, he carefully traces the lining with his fingers, concentrating solely on whatever he intends on creating to make the masterpiece complete. Dark strands flop past his eyes while he positions himself over the canvas, palette steady in his left hand while his free hand grips the handle of a petite paintbrush. Two bracelets decorate his painting wrist, but he is ever so careful than to let them touch any part of the dampened streaks.

Heavy footsteps trample into the room, slinging your bookbag over a chair in the corner, a brief sigh brushes your lips. Yoongi knew you would be due soon from your class at university, and you are too exhausted to fully pay attention to what Yoongi is finalizing. He has been working on a new project for weeks now, but he refuses to tell you who it is for. Sometimes, Yoongi likes to keep to himself, especially when it comes to his art, yet he has been quite successful with some of the artwork he has accomplished and sold within the past year.

His lips grace a small smirk, happiness spreading along his chest with being in your presence- something he has been looking forward to all day. “Yoongi, I’m home,” you bellow, stacking a few notebooks onto the tiny table in preparation to continue the homework you would so graciously like not to do.

“About time you showed up,” he teases, swiping a bigger paintbrush along a plain sheet of paper to observe if this is the color he would like to use. Noticing the palette, he had set down for the moment, you smile to yourself. He really loves his palette- the only one he owns that you happened to give him, yet he refuses to buy more, especially since the one you bought him is covered in faint stains from past achievements. You never understood it, but he takes it with him everywhere he goes, and the one time he thought he forgot it, he almost lost his mind. Thankfully, Namjoon, Yoongi’s roommate, found it behind a dresser where it must have fallen without Yoongi’s knowledge.

“I still don’t get why you are panicking, Yoons. I am sure there are some palettes in one of these stores here,” plus you did not have any issue with purchasing him another one, “Want to check them out?”

“Not really,” he murmured, timidly looking away from you while he anxiously awaited the doting text from Namjoon. What you are unaware of, is that palette you surprised him with is the truest good luck charm he has ever received. Because of you, every time he used that specific palette, his artwork has been recognized by thousands of individuals throughout the country. Because of you, he is determined to continue his passion with the gift you gave him held firmly in his left hand.

“Okay,” you sigh softly in confusion, “Well then would you like to grab some coffee until Joon replies? I’m sure it will turn up.”

Yoongi shakes his head briefly to situate his hair while the memory dissipates for the time being. “How long have you been in here? Have you even eaten anything?” You always worry about him because when he gets too focused into what he is doing, sometimes he may forget to hydrate, as well as eat, yet you can relate due to college being so overwhelming. You notice the white mask tucked under his chin, his earrings gleam beneath the light, and you cannot help but fondly gaze at how handsome your friend is. You met him a year ago, and although you have always had feelings for him, you feared that he didn’t feel the same, and when you stumbled upon his talent for the arts, you were determined to gift him with something related to what he loves to do.

“I was thinking we could grab dinner as soon…” his words trail as he dots the brush along certain areas of the canvas. You can’t help but curiously tilt your head to see if you can figure out what it is, he is creating, but from the angle and distance from where Yoongi is, you can’t quite see it yet. “… as I am…” He is so enraptured in his work that he forgets to finish his sentence and you playfully shake your head at him before turning to your studies.

Uncertain of how much time has ticked away into the evening, you do not understand how Yoon’s thighs cannot be burning from how long he poses in deep concentration. “Who needs exercise,” you joke, running your fingertips along your eyes to awake them if even possible. “You know,” you bring your voice up in volume for Yoongi to hear, “I’m not going to lie, I’m actually excited to see what you’ve conjured up,” you confess; there has not been a completion that you haven’t loved from Yoongi’s extraordinary talent.

“It’s definitely different from what I’ve done before,”

“Oh really?” Your attention is now returned to your notebook and with pencil in hand, you scribble random lines along the sides to prevent yourself from blushing. He has such an effect on you, and you wonder how he hasn’t realized it. “What inspired it? Give me a clue.”

“You mean, who?”

Pausing, with furrowed eyebrows, you ponder through your brain on who Yoongi could be referring to. “It’s a who this time?”

“Believe it or not,” he says, and you hadn’t taken into account the way he places his hands on his hips, longingly staring at you while you rack your thoughts with whatever guess you can muster.

“Okay but where’s my clue?”

“Hm,” he hums to himself trying to not make it as obvious as he would like to, especially if it risks scaring you away. “She loves to getaway. More so when it’s cold and the atmosphere contains the scenery she needs.”

A she? Surprised by the revelation, your heart shatters in different directions, yet you compile yourself enough to remain composure. “A getaway?” You choke, trying to lower your voice to not appear as shocked as you feel. “I’m assuming in the winter?”

“Mhm,” Yoongi responds, “Sometimes she wishes that she could see flowers there though, especially the ones that are her favorite. It’s simply hard when there is always so much snow.”

“Um, is it-?” Despite the tears wanting to burn down your cheeks, you guess a few names that come to mind, hardly being able to realize that Yoongi is talking about you. Exasperated after you have guessed so many wrong answers, Yoongi’s arms drop to his sides while he exhales slowly, gathering himself before sauntering to you. When a soft hand presses to your cheek, you lose all track of sanity; his lips touch yours so gently, it takes you a moment to realize what is happening. Oh! You gasp inwardly. Oh, you want to laugh at yourself for now you see that every fact he uncovered about his painting was him hinting about you.

Your fingers curl into his sweatshirt while you pull him closer, deepening the kiss while your heart flies sporadically along your ribcage. This whole entire time- he has been working on a painting inspired by you. And, this entirety of your friendship, he has thought of you lovingly as much as you have thought about him?

Breathless, he pulls away, but just enough to rest his forehead upon yours, his bangs tickle your face. “Are you ready to see the painting?”

Nodding, you are at a loss for words, the sensation of his kiss still lingering while he takes your hand. Following suit, he bends swiftly to lean the piece against the wall, accepting your hand in his once again as soon as it steadies. Gasping, your eyes widen at the most beautiful scenery you have ever witnessed. Snow capped mountains sketched meticulously with splashes of blues and greys mingle in precise detail to the sparse blades of grass poking from the blanket of white covering the ground. The sky alludes to the beginning of a snowfall, but what your vision gathers in the center of the painting is what touches your heart in ways Yoongi has always been able to prompt.

A bundle of magenta peonies are painted to be growing in resistant to the brutal winds of winter, and in tiny, neatly stroked letters exposes the words you never thought you would hear, or in this case, read.

“I love you.” Yoongi whispers, squeezing your hand as you take it all in.

“Yoongi, it’s- it’s the most beautiful gift.” You cry, him embracing you immediately, the scent of his sweatshirt reaching your nostrils as you cuddle into his frame. “I love you so much.”

And with that, forever awaits, Yoongi expressing his love in a way only he knows how- painted contentedly to the art of you.

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quinntamsin · 3 years ago

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Thus has opened the Book of Boba, the story of the last of the line of Fett!

“I will rule with respect.”

Book of Boba, Episode 1 “Stranger In A Strange Land”, I’ve noticed a lot of people seem to have just disliked this episode off the bat. Honestly, it was a bit weak, but that’s beacuse like a lot of Pilot’s it has to seriously set the stage for everything else. First, the expanded view of the Tusken’s was a good idea. Showing this and connecting it to Boba’s dreams in the Bantha tank was solid. Comparing it to his struggle to survival to establish his family and his place as Warlord (I’m not so sure about the usage of Daimyo), was a good call. Plus, the Tusken history gives us a greater sense of why he had the Gaderffi stick in general.

The fact that we are obviously doing a hardcore rise to power story as the crimelord of Tatooine is something I’ve wanted in forever. My hope, is that we get a serious underworld storyline. I want to see a ton of fucking Hutts and yes, a bunch of the fucking Black Sun. Plus, some harder looks at more than just the Tuskens, but also the wildlife of Tattooine. The story had some great action and some good one sided dialogue, but it didn’t hit land as well as the Mandalorian pilot did for me. Book of Boba, Episode 2 “Tribes of Tatooine”, we finally hit stride and get a stronger sense of the setting. I didn’t mention this up above, but I really do love how Temuera looks in his formal Fett armor. It makes me hope we’ll see more members of House or Clan Fett down the line. This compares really well when we push past the pageantry of his standdown with the “Twins” to more of his backstory with the Tusken Tribe. I like how you can just sense his Mandlorian battle skills allowing him to adapt to the Gaderffi.

The yell all male singing is interesting, and I think in a way it plays well tot he harsh beige color palette of the open desert. Our major enemy is a heavily armored swoop train (or hover train) that Fett must lead an assault on.

“Like a Bantha yes?” - His fucking face!

Now, this makes mse think of why maybe more of the Raider clans haven’t used Swoopbikes. Maybe it’s just this one tribe, but it would make sense to get one right? I do notice that a lot of people on the planet prefer desert animal mounts. Perhaps the bikes are shittier over great distances? Hey Star Wars stans, TELL ME WHY

My headcanon is the hooded Raider who teaches him to fight is female, I dunno why. But it just seems awesome for that gender assumption to be non-male to me. Honestly, I would prefer it if Tusken’s had fucking alien as hell reproduction like fucking Andorians.

Action scenes in this series are sufficiently awesome. The swoop bike heist against the Pykes, was on a level I have come to expect from Star Wars. It’s what that fucking heist in Solo should have been!! Yes, and with less fridging of random characters for “PLOT RAISONS”. Whoever they gnabbed to do the stunts is skilled!

Temeura is a king of silent action focused acting. He doesn’t say a lot, but his movements, face, and even little stupid groans fit well. Why the hell would “BOBA FETT” be monologuing. Nah, he’s Mando’ade, and he will act rather than speak! When he does, I can see that the writers are taking advantage of everyone loving Gravelly action dudes. I AM LOOKING AT YOU GERALT! Back to Temuera, his words definitely have a distinct tone of magnanimity befitting a man who wishes to be warlord.

Continuing the usage of heavy sign in the Tusken language. I loved this development from Mandalorian, The fight for the train is done with the the Pykes forced to pay a toll. We are now introduced to the LSD lizard who gives Boba a dream to make his Gaffi. The overlay of arms and the gutts of the Sarlacc are pretty simplisitc symbolism. The part where he sees his dad in memory leaving Kaminoa was a nice touch. And him hangover strugging back with the stick to be his gaffi was a nice touch.

A ceremonial dressing scene is nice, because it shows that a lot of acceptance into a group isn’t just about you magically have their colors, or the costume. It gives us a sense that you are now considered part of the Clan, because you earned it. Plus, it was a bad ass outfit when he killed those troopers. I like that he learned to make his own gaffi. Honestly, this scene was as every single little bit we saw of making a damn lightsaber.

However, ites letting us see how one of the most unique weapons outside of LASERsWORDS Star Wars had. Gaffi sticks are a distinct weapon of the Tusken people. Sure, this episode and it’s scenary are cheesy. But I like it, it’s good background story telling. Oh and the dance incorporating a kata is nice, and it shows all the warriors and gives a nice sense of fucking bonding with a warrior culture.

Hottakes:

Heh, the new humming and shouting music makes me chuckle. Somehow it fits this really weird ne setting we’re exploring.

Tusken Warleader is my favorite and is stealing this show.

This episode lack Ming-Na I demand more Shand!

I want to write a Mando and Tusken raider love story now!

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realstraykids · 4 years ago

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content creator year in review

thank you @coups @joonyoungs @jaemtens @avocadomin @baejoonyoung @tuanzie @innielove @hyunnie @jeonginks @hyunjins @choisans @jjsungie @creker @heliarae @cotccotc @smallkore @baekonbaek @ajusnice for tagging me in this! i hope i got everyone rip also some of you tagged other blogs of mine (mostly on @/lhyunjaes) but i’m just including everything from all blogs in this post jsdfks 💘

if you’re tagged in this and you haven’t done it yet but want to then tag you’re it!

first creation and most recent creation of 2020

first creation: this jisung weekly idol set

most recent creation: i think my last creation of 2020 was this sana set

one of your favorite creations from 2020: on this blog my changbin birthday gfx, on my tbz blog my tbz x exo-cbx concept switch

a creation you’re really proud of: my minho birthday gifset...i hate making things over multiple sittings but it took me like 4 days to plan and make that set and i think it turned out really cute 🥺 and also my tbz movie posters!

a new style you tried and a gifset that uses it: fancier text effects for comedic effect like in this 2min gifset hehe (inspired by @hwqll and her incredibly funny captioned gifsets)

a creation that took you forever: skz x super m’s “100” ...from start to finish it technically took me 3 months to do LOL

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes: this gifset from felix’s vlive has more than 6k 😭 kpop tumblr loves aussie line. these felix gifs and this hyunjin psycho set also got more than 5k!

a creation you think deserved more notes: it did fine but my skz x cloud 9 concept switch...i thought it was so cute 🥺 and on my other blogs i think this hyunjae set deserved better!

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: weeekly! and here's a gifset of soeun i made hehe 💘

a creation you made that breaks your heart: jeonglix breaks my heart in the best way they’re so cute and i love them so much 😭 but in general i try to not make sad creations bc i don’t like being sad while making things LOL

a “simple” creation that you really love: there’s nothing particularly special about this seungmin set but i made the coloring from scratch and loved it so much that it inspired the psd that i’ve been using on basically everything for the past month and a half LOL

a creation that was inspired by another one: my chan birthday gfx were inspired by this rm birthday post!

a favorite creation created by someone else: there are literally SO many but here are some of my super faves i can think of from this year!!

skz x treasure concept switch by @minhos

chan x rainbow by @chrisbangs

spiderman!jeongin and skz year in review by @seoschangbin

these in life posters by @hyunjinz

the only gfx by @shuvee

these checkmate gfx by @coups

these yearbook gfx by @hyunjins

these chanhee palette gifs by @haknew

a deobi creative cloud by @joonyoungs

jeongin without braces by @felixies

cher’s first minho gifs simply because i waited FOREVER for them by @creker

everything that @baejoonyoung makes tbh

also everything that @914m makes

ooh also everything from abia’s minho bday countdown by @1eeknows

these irene & seulgi monster gfx by @jellyseul

and last but certainly not least, hyunjin x prince charming from shrek by @jypestraykids was the highlight of my whole year tbh LOL

some of your favorite content creators of the year: @seungminhos @banghans @binnies @ontracc @huiracha @seungs @yangjeongin (all of you) @hyunknow @strayhags @914m @abangchan @changbinskz @ji-sungs @yongbokslee @woojjongs @hanjin (all of you) @hwjins @inracha @jeonginx @leesangyeon @chaeunwoo @seungminsmile @go-saeng @cozychannie + everyone who was tagged in this entire post + SO MANY MORE I CAN’T TAG EVERYONE BC MY BRAIN IS EXPLODING SORRY

and for good measure, another couple more creations of yours that you love:

skz beyond live gifset

top 10 b-sides

hyunjae teeth appreciate gifset (i love his teeth)

#i'm late by 2 days but shh let's not talk about it #what a year!#tagged #also if u got tagged in this and ur like who tf is realstraykids...#hi it's me em aka lhyunjaes/hwiyyoung/soeuns/park-sunghoons/hynsks jsdflksf

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softxingdae · 4 years ago

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★ CONTENT CREATOR YEAR IN REVIEW ★

tagged by: @dongslchengs @sehunlyone @binminseok @ireone @bbyunz @jsuh @dokyunqsoo @adorkableejit @soyums @yeolville and @tipannies thank you so muuuuch for tagging me <3<3

✦ first creation and most recent creation of 2020

this one is the first of the year for kyungsoo’s birthday. tbh is I felt very lost at the beginning of this, I remember seeing that color palette on pinterest, and I basically used those colors and this came out. Also, i think kyungsoo is going to be again my first post of 2021 😅

and most recent is this for exol secret santa. I really enjoyed doing this one <3

✦ one of your favorite creations from 2020

this for red velvet’s anniversary 🥺

✦ a creation you’re really proud of

this for exo’s anniversary. I have already commented on it, in the previous tag, but I am really proud of this one, because I made the eribong from scratch and I liked the result ❤️

✦ a new style you tried this year and a gifset that uses it

this doodle flowery for exol revival challenge. I don't think it turned out very well, but I enjoyed working on it, like, in my mind it was one thing but already done it was nothing like that. I guess you can understand me ajkdljhkd xd

✦ a creation that took you forever

uuuuuggghhh this one of taemin 😩😩😩 I spent almost a month trying to make the coloring here match. and I almost gave up because I really didn't like it. but I told myself that I had already been working on it for a long time and I felt bad to think that it had taken all that time that I decided to post it

✦ ��your creation from 2020 that received the most notes

this for taemin’s birthday i really like this set... and finally!!! i feel like this is my best set with the coloring matching ksjsjflsk I think I would also put it together with those who made me proud this year <3

✦ a creation you think deserved more notes

aaw... this for chanyeol’s birthday. idk... i just feel like it deserved better :( 😞 aaah and it was also the first time I tried to use this like, paper cut effect(?

✦ a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it

omg yes, i joined a new fandom, but I haven't done anything yet ... I'd have to make a side blog for that kjsfk

✦ a creation you made that breaks your heart

none

✦ a ‘simple’ creation that you really love

aaaah this one of red velvet ❤️ idk i think it’s looks cute :3

✦ a creation that was inspired by another one

color palette seulgi for reveluv revival <3

✦ a favorite creation created by someone else

uuff, tbh i can’t remember all right now, because I have loved too many, I can't list them with one hand 💖 this place is full of talented people

✦ some of your favorite content creators from the year

I hope I don’t forget anyone...

@joysmomo , @tipannies , @x-exo , @agentkimlip, @ashawol , @delhyun, @ireone @nalalized @taemines @kaiternity @taeminnomuyeppeo @tten @sehunlyone @baekwin (skjd did you change your url??) @byuntoro @ciaozhan @binminseok @adorkableejit @staelker @soyums @jsuh @dokyunqsoo @nctjaemin @yeolville @vivapolos @xiaojun @ainedreams @yixing-zhang @briskythesovietspy @she @mhirais @doyounged @taeslight @baekonbaek @tytrack @dazzlingkai @sunmiyah @jenodreams

seriously thank you very much for continuing here creating beautiful content 🥺

✦ and for good measure, another a couple more creations of yours that you love

even though I don't really like the coloring of this suho’s birthday gfx, I am very fond of it. I think this edit inspired me to create a line for the other exo's birthdays, and the dominance of the color blue and his super power (I really love exo’s concept <3)

also this candy gfx, I really liked how the tracklist panel turned out ✨

and last, kai’s mini album tracklist gfx <3 again, I like the tracklist panel. I love that sm is finally trying with different fonts. There was a time this year that I felt like a lot of sm's artists had very similar fonts and it was a bit boring :/

I tag everyone I've mentioned, but you've probably already done, since it took me a long time to do this skjfk. I wish you all a happy new year, and I thank you for keeping this place alive with your beautiful contents <3 ✨

#tagged #tag game #this took me forever aaah

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thejudgingtrash · 4 years ago

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Mel, my darling! ❤️ Mel's little cookout: model Percy/makeup artist Annabeth pretty please (ILYSM ❤️❤️)

Beccaaaa YOU HAD ME SCREAMING WITH THAT REQUEST!!!

I have an ENTIRE headcanon for Model!Percy and edits to make for it!!

Do you know how much I love you? This isn’t funny!

Okay! Enjoy your prompt!! (also thank you Torie @percyheartsannabeth for being an amazing beta!)

The Model (WC: 2,3k)

Annabeth Chase had a secret passion. Makeup. Most of her classmates would’ve never thought that she would enjoy the art of the daily enhancements, but she secretly did. Techniques, palettes, brushes, sponges… Everything was kept in boxes at home, all neat and tidy.

Annabeth Chase also never thought that she would actually get the gig at MAC to work there. She aced the multiple interview rounds, impressed her future employer with her skills and diverse approach in makeup and was nearly hired on the spot. And now she was a fairly skilled makeup artist. One of the best.

There was another thing that Annabeth Chase never would have guessed. That it would take only one random afternoon to change her life forever.

A man entered the store. He was tall, wore sunglasses and an expensive Italian suit. He chatted with Drew, Annabeth’s supervisor.

“Oh, yes!” said Drew with a polite smile. “Annabeth?”

The blonde turned around and approached them. “He wishes for something natural for the day to cover the circles under the eyes,” Drew explained. “Can you do that quickly?”

“Of course, I can. Please follow me, sir!” Annabeth rarely worked with men, but there was a first for anything.

Her client took a seat and removed his sunglasses. Despite having rich dark skin, blemishes and fatigue ruined an otherwise fairly handsome face. The man took care of himself. Mostly. Sleep apparently wasn’t important enough.

Annabeth took her arsenal of makeup and other supplies and put them in front of the large mirror the client was facing. “You are warm toned,” she softly spoke and grabbed foundations to mix them together.

“Skin is already primed,” the man added. He also sounded Italian.

“Oh yes, I can see that!” she smiled. Then she started her work. She grabbed her sponge and placed the mixed foundation. Slow buildup, little by little. She used the concealer to smooth the surface and brighten the under eye area a little bit. Highlighter for a little pop. The customer didn’t want a full eye look, just curled lashes and mascara and sharpened eyebrows. Roughly twenty minutes passed, and Annabeth stepped aside so that the man could see the magic she had worked.

“Oh wow!” the client sounded impressed and tilted his head.

“Very natural. I like that!”

Annabeth smiled. “Oh yes. A full face can be so expressive and fun but not something for the day to day. A natural look should enhance your beauty, make spots disappear, not turn you into something you aren’t.”

“Very true,” the client agreed.

“Can I book you again?” he then asked. Annabeth nodded to Drew.

“Oh sure, just ask my boss!”

The man laughed and shook his head. “No, no, honey. Can I book you?”

His hand wandered into his suit and pulled a business card out. He handed the card to Annabeth.

Charon Bianchi. Casting director. Paris – NYC - Milano. DMFASHIONSTUDIO.

Annabeth looked up to Mr. Bianchi. “Uh…sure?”

The following four years changed everything for her. Gone was the job at MAC after she had signed with Charon. Hello flourishing career as an international MUA that got booked for galas, editorial shootings and runway gigs. Even certain celebrities and YouTubers hired her.

Annabeth had seen it all in those short years and had worked with all of them. She had been in Shanghai and then in Greece two days later. Flights from Paris to Kabul, New York to London. Annabeth had crossed paths with famous makeup artists like Pat McGrath, Charlotte Tilbury or Lisa Eldridge. She had been on the sets of photo shootings with incredible photographers such as Lara Jade, Lina Tesch, Cass Bird and even the famous Peter Lindbergh before he had passed. But the more recent things she had been booked for were runway gigs. Less pay, but more fun and definitely more stress.

Paris 2020. Dior Men, the new fall/winter 2020/21 collection. Designer Kim Jones wanted Annabeth to return to the set, so she did. The venue was beautiful. That was all Annabeth could think before she and a dozen others were sent backstage to prep their own little areas before models, videographers and photographers would swarm the place. Four hours until the show began, and everybody was already stressed out. The first few models showed up. Annabeth had been given a set card with faces she would work with on that particular day. 47 looks in total with 37 male models. Second looks, great Annabeth thought. More stress.

Malick Bodian, Ludwig Wilsdorff and Perseus Jackson were the models that were assigned to her. Perseus Jackson. A handsome young man, not much older than Annabeth came to her mind. Long curls, brown skin, light eyes and a beautiful grin. Annabeth had seen Perseus multiple times, but she had not worked with him directly before. Whereas many designers or their agents chose models because they had an interesting look or a beautiful symmetrical face, Perseus had both. The IT factor. His walk was among the best of his generation.

Annabeth was done with Ludwig’s look as she saw how Perseus stepped into the hectic atmosphere. He was two hours early which meant that he was four hours too late in the fashion world.

“You’re good to go,” said Annabeth to the young man next to her.

“Thanks,” he laughed and got up to get dressed.

Annabeth waved Perseus over to her. His lips formed an “Oh,” before he sat down next to her.

“I think we’ve never worked together before, haven’t we?” he asked. She shook her head.

“Well, Percy,” he introduced himself.

“Annabeth,” she smiled.

“Annabeth?”

“Don’t ask,” she rolled her eyes. “A southern thing.”

That made him roar with laughter. Annabeth had the entire Dior makeup arsenal next to her and was supposed to focus on enhancing his looks, but she couldn’t. He was way too charming, way too funny, way too charismatic. They talked about life before fashion. Percy got scouted at the age of sixteen as he was working at his mother’s bakery in NYC. At first, he thought it was a joke and his mother also had been very skeptical, but after the first few gigs, they realized that Percy had the potential of making it big in the scene.

Annabeth could sense that he was one of the few male models that could actually live a fairly comfortable life with his runway, video and editorial income. He was way too relaxed, and Annabeth knew how struggling models looked like.

Percy had seen Annabeth’s work before. They’ve crossed looks behind the scenes of Prada, Valentino and Isabel Marant. At first, he had thought she had been a model herself with her height and gorgeous looks. The fact that she had been hired as a makeup artist came as a total surprise to him. The blonde set the foundation. He paid close attention to the movement of her hand. That is how he saw her diamond for the first time.

“Oh, wait you’re engaged?” His eyes widened.

“What?” Annabeth looked at the ring on her finger. A birthday gift to herself.

“Oh that,” she laughed.

“I think I might have missed the memo, but I’m pretty sure that I’m single.”

“Oh,” Percy laughed. He almost sounded relieved.

The makeup was a soft look that should set focus on the grooming of the models. A glow on the cheekbones. Smooth skin. Little crystals that were set around the eyes functioned as little highlights. A black earring dangled from his left ear. Then Annabeth moved further to his lips.

Annabeth used neutral brown tones that were supposed to enhance his looks. She applied the color and slowly worked on his bottom lip. His lips slightly parted and his intense stare made Annabeth blush. Her gray eyes wandered back to his lips to finish her work.

“I think you’re good to go,” Annabeth said.

“Already?” he pouted. It was unfair. How could someone shift from fierce to seal eyes in less than a second? Features that could shift from humor to almost anger so easily from the shoots Annabeth had seen from him.

“Move,” she laughed.

Perseus got up. “See you around,” he winked. A warm feeling spread through Annabeth. He’s just cheeky. That’s all.

*****

The collection had a touch of British fashion. Percy grabbed his stuff and was placed into a changing room by a stylist. As soon as he left, he had been swarmed by people that corrected everything. From the way the tie was sitting to the way the white jersey was stuffed into his pants. Someone actually got on their knees to work on the socks. His first look was a gray wool coat which was accompanied by a dark set of pants, a white jersey which had a silver shirt underneath. A fitting white tie and white gloves were set as highlights.

“We need someone to do a little retouch!” one of the stylists yelled. Percy turned around to see if Annabeth was around somewhere. She was not. She still sat in her niche and worked her magic on his colleague Malick. They were laughing. A pang to his heart. Disappointment.

“Hey Percy!” Makeup artist and great friend Piper McLean greeted him and redid some of Annabeth’s layers.

“All models must be ready in the next ten minutes!” yelled director Luke Castellan over the noise and busy people. “First Looks and then get in line! Ten minutes everybody!”

Percy got to the small corner where photographers were ready to take the first pictures of the entire looks. Posing, demonstrating, not getting blinded by the flashing lights. Percy stood in a group with Jason Grace, Ethan Nakamura and Taemin Park. They broke the formation after a few minutes to make room for the next set of models with other looks. Percy got in line for the runway. He wasn’t going to open the show; he was the fourth look. But he would have the honor of closing the show. A key highlight. He made a silent prayer and then it was time.

Assistant Grover Underwood gave the opening model Nico di Angelo the go to walk out. Everyone stared at the screen backstage in anticipation.

“Go!” Charles Beckendorf left.

“Go!” Jason Grace moved forward.

“Go!” It was Percy’s turn.

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Annabeth was in awe of his work. Percy walked upright. The right amount of poise and elegance. A hint of arrogance. A lot of determination. He did not move his hips too much and he accentuated the movement of his shoulders. A strong masculine walk and on beat with the music too. A beautiful strut. A neutral game face but his sea green eyes were set aflame.

Percy focused the minute he had reached the middle of the runway. He could do a sloppier walk in the beginning but not anymore. Eyes open, be casual but attentive. The camera that would capture the picture for Vogue Runway which would be sent all over the world in a few minutes caught his gaze. He worked around the crowd of celebrities and fashionistas that captured his looks with their own smartphones and made his way backstage. The coat got taken off immediately. A stylist handed him the final outfit which he had to change in less than a minute. Then Piper caught up with him and did small retouches before he went to Second Looks.

Percy wore a black coat which was embroidered with silver elements. The strong silver started from the collar and was reduced by the chest area. The streaks got less and less, like feathers that were falling and captured. The black fabric of the coat took over and created an interesting silhouette.

Percy was surprised. Annabeth stood next to him and actually did his retouching again. Her thumb brushed the fallout off. A small gesture he truly enjoyed.

“What? No good luck kiss for me?” Percy asked innocently. Annabeth’s jaw dropped. She actually laughed. Cheeky. He was very cheeky.

“What would you need a good luck kiss for?” He was more than just professional. Percy didn’t need luck. He just worked and did so perfectly each and every single time.

“Go!” said Grover and pushed him out. A last cocky grin and wink to Annabeth and then he was back on stage.

Annabeth stood next to designer Kim and watched how Percy worked his magic on the runway again. All 37 models were set in a row and did one final round one after another after Grover’s go. After that, the designer went on stage and bowed to the crashing applause.

The crew backstage cheered as well. Another gig was done and over and the fashion world knew what the man would wear in the coming fall season.

Annabeth helped collect the makeup and clean the area. She turned around and nearly walked into Percy. Percy almost looked nervous.

“Oh. Is everything okay?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I wanted to ask you whether you had makeup wipes,” he said lamely.

Annabeth grabbed a few and handed them to him. He was already changed back into his casual jeans and black hoodie. It almost broke the makeup artist’s heart to see the model cleaning the canvas. But with or without makeup, Percy was a handsome man.

“Thank you,” he smiled. And he did not move an inch. A question rested on his lips.

“Would you like to drink some coffee with me?” Annabeth halted her movements and looked up to Percy.

“What?”

Percy was surprised at her surprised reaction. The fact that top model Percy Jackson was single and actually had asked her out blew her mind. Annabeth nearly dropped the brushes.

“Are you serious?” Annabeth asked him. He was confused.

“Why wouldn’t I be serious? I like you,” he explained. A man that was direct. That was something Annabeth certainly liked.

“So. Coffee or not?”

“Sure,” she said and shared his smile.

The End

The looks I’ve chosen are looks 4 and 47 from Dior Men!

And of course! The letter! I haven’t forgotten!

Thank you so much for the prompt, Becca! Writing this was so much fun!

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What was your relationship like with makeup when you were growing up?

I was never a big makeup wearer growing up. I was shy, and I was not a girl wearing expressive makeup, which is kind of funny to me, because I got to do some unrequited looks for Euphoria, and sort of do a redo. I was able to have this second opportunity to really get down with fun makeup.

Then during quarantine, I started putting [makeup] on myself and I was like, ‘Oh, this is great. Why haven’t I been doing this forever?’ I’m making up for lost time now. Growing up, I was trying to blend in and be feminine. I'm really pleased to be able to go against the grain a bit now.

As someone who didn’t play with makeup growing up, how then did you end up coming up with such creative looks?

My background is in painting, drawing, and photography — visual arts in general — so I always had this relationship to color, painting, brushes, and canvases. That’s really informed a lot of what I do now.

My makeup, that I first started doing and getting more known for in the film industry, was really gritty. My work on Moonlight and a couple other projects was about gritty, realistic stuff. I wanted to do projects that I would be able to express more color and textures, but I had like no contacts in the fashion world.

I wasn't doing any editorial work or anything like that, but I was able to connect with some people on Craigslist. I would get together with some photographers who would be able to grab models from agencies who needed test shoots. I did makeup out of the back of my car to beef up my portfolio with more colorful looks. If you want to get more of a certain style of work into your portfolio, sometimes you just gotta do it yourself and not wait to be hired.

Do you plan out the looks in advance, or do you just go for it?

Both, and I love being able to do both. On Euphoria last season, that was my first TV show and it was a big cast, so I planned a lot in advance. But working with that many main characters, and then the schedule changing, all your plans can kind of go out the window sometimes. I loved that Euphoria was a combination of looks that I really planned, and I sort of got a little bit of opportunity to test on actors.

Was there a look that you created for yourself, or even for a character, that you remember seeing and feeling really proud of?

I’m still really proud of the looks for and I created. I think my favorite is Kat’s Halloween makeup. Seeing that finished look was really fun, with the black lip liner, red lip, and the sparkly upside down crosses. For me, that was a real satisfying one to see it all done.

Are there any products that you use on Euphoria, or outside of the show, that you really love?

I always go back to the ColourPop palettes. They're affordable, colorful, and easy to use. I buy loads of them. They're so fun, and that’s the number one thing I recommend to people who ask, ‘How do I get colorful makeup?’

I’ve been mixing a lot of my own glitters lately and experimenting with glitter gels and products. There’s also The Lip Bar (TLB), which makes killer long-wear lip colors.

When it comes to Euphoria, are there any clues you give us as to what to expect as far as makeup in Season 2?

It’s going to be really different, and in terms of stuff I want to explore, I am excited to take that excitement surrounding the Euphoria makeup, and play with a little bit of minimalism. I want to even go a little bit in the opposite direction, too, for the sake of reimagining what we can do with neutral colors, textures, and finer glitter.

I’m at one end of the spectrum now, right? It’s exciting to think about the other end of the spectrum, and how to go back there, but make it feel exciting, fresh, and experiment with more minimalism.

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2020 Content Creator Year In Review

tagged by @ofkimtaehyung @beomgyung thank you for tagging me 💕

i wasn’t sure to do it at first because i wasn’t really active here for the past year but yeah here we go...

first creation and most recent creation of 2020:

first: this soobin run away jpn ver mv not so good old times when i was too lazy to use topaz.

most recent: this 2020 yeonbin moments compilation. it was supposed to be a gif but i ended up making it as video because the export result really sucks as gifs. (please watch the video on youtube)

a creation you’re really proud of:

my eternally game gfx. i actually take pride of this one so much. i’m thinking to turn it into video actually once i have enough motivation to do it.

a creation that took you forever:

this eternity gfx poster. GOD the making process wasn’t that long actually but the racking up idea and choosing the color palettes to use took more than a day.

a creation from 2020 that received the most notes:

this eternity concept thriller movie poster. this is like my first gfx after i took long hiatus probably a year from editing. soobin crying on the concept trailer in 4k really was my tip point to ah i should make something i couldnt miss this one.

a creation you think deserved more notes:

i owned a bts blog previously and it did so well, and once i moved here i figured i wouldnt have the same hype as before, as i had to build from zero and i wasnt even as active so i dont really mind and mostly i just post here for my own satisfaction. but this one, the eternally game gfx. i actually really love this one particular because i’m so emotionally attached to it. i made it out of frustration after finishing my second defense as an escape lmao.

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it:

i haven’t really joined a new fandom that i actually make something for them this year so it’s a pass.

a creation you made that breaks your heart:

soobin crying was HELL i genuinely felt heartbroken.

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love:

this txt x the hunger games crossover edit (1)(2). i really love hunger games and assigning txt into the district is so fun. (if you want to talk about this i’m so up for it)

a creation that was inspired by another one:

none.

a favorite creation created by someone else:

i’m not so active on tumblr anymore so i haven’t really seen so much but i always love @jjunies and @magicislnd coloring, it looks so pretty. and JUDY @ofkimtaehyung all of her works tbh please give me your talent!

some of your favorite content creators from the year:

as i said i havent been active here this year most of the times i just post my works then poof gone again so i havent seen much but if i follow you then i love your works!!!

and for good measure, another couple more creations of yours that you love:

soobin’s bday gfx because this is one way of me to learn illustrator without the help of photoshop and i actually did it.

tagging:

i dont know if you’ve done this but if you do or you just dont wanna do it it’s okay you can ignore it @jjunies @magicislnd @yoong02 @huenings @hueningkais 💕💕💕

#tagged #thank you for tagging me also to anyone i tagged feel free to do it or now you're not obligated in any way!!#text

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I've been following you for a while but I dont know all that much about your OCs so how about a big resume of them all?? :DDD

I haven't really posted much about them on this account until recently so that doesn't really suprise me 😅 but yeah I absolutely can! Warning though this is going to be unbelievably long

I guess I should start off with Zensuke because he is THE gay purple cat. I named this blog after this guy. I made him when I was probably like 12-13 or around there so he had all the things you'd expect a repressed edgy kid's of to have. He was basically a demon who managed to get out of thier world's equivalent of hell and instead of doing anything evil he just made cake and got married to the guard who was supposed to kill him. I don't really do much with him anymore but I still love him very much.

Corbinian is probably the character I talk most about and he's the one I edit to fit into different worlds the most. He was a normal doctor but he got his memory wiped by robots and ended up working as an executioner for the robotic mafia, but eventually got caught and had to hide out in Lobotomy (he was originally a Lobotomy Corp oc) where he discovered he can extract abnormality dna and with some altering the dna can be injected into humans causing a variety of different mutations and effects. He's usually very heartless and manipulative, but does have a soft spot, usually for anxious, soft spoken people, who subconsciously remind him of his brother (who is a friends if so I can't really get into him). He also was given a variety of nicknames by the higher ups, like Corb, Corn chip, Corb on the Orb, or just Corn. Je

Corble is the result of Corb trying out human cloning. He has the same general appearance as Corbinian, but with purple hair (hence the name, because he's porble corb) that's styled differently. Since the experiment was technically a failure Corb was going to kill him, but Corble was really sweet and innocent and Corb basically went "well great guess I adopted my clone then". Corb stopped messing with cloning but adores Corble.

Might as well get all of my Lobotomy ocs out of the way. Oliver is the first Lobotomy oc I ever made, which is funny because I may or may not constantly forget that he exists. Oliver is basically a five year old kid in an adults body, and I mean that literally, because his parents basically locked him in a room and ignored him so his mental age is basically that of a kids. He's very mischievous and loves pulling pranks on people, most of which are harmless. Unless it's Corb, whom Oliver gates with a passion. Then it's thinly veiled murder attempts disgusted as pranks. He loves Fairy tales, and only works with fairy tale abnormalities because he panics with any other kind. Only one person in the entire facility can even put up with him, and that's Mabel.

Mabel is trans lesbian who can find the good in almost anyone. She's optimistic, bubbly, and has a great sense of humor. She tends to get really flustered around women though. Is it obvious I kinda projected onto her a bit? Because I did. If she wasn't in Lobotomy she'd definitely be a streamer. I'm just now realizing I basically made snapcube before I knew who that was. Whoops.

Up next is Adam! Adam is quiet, nervous, and honestly just prefers to not be noticed. Their ability to almost seamlessly blend into thier surroundings is astounding. Most people (me included) tend to just forget they exist. Which honestly is funny because they end up dating the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. Adam loves horror movies and spicy food.

Kieth is the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. He's the adopted son of a sephirah and the leader of the Rabbit team so that much is unavoidable. He's quick to anger, blunt, and tends to underestimate other people. However, he's also loyal to a fault, and willing to back his friends up no matter what. He feels like his mom's are expecting him to live up to expectations that he can't (and that they don't have but he doesn't realize that), so he's constantly throwing himself in harm's way to desperately try to prove to them that they made a good investment by adopting him or die trying. His two passions in life are collecting weapons and tending to rabbits, two of which he managed to train to sit on his shoulders and attack people. Despite being total opposites he loves Adam very much and will endure any horror movie with them, even if he's a huge scaredy cat.

Damien doesn't gave that much development, unfortunately. He came from a very religious household, moved out, and frequently gets possessed by an abnormality who makes him act like a cryptid. Totally normal stuff. He also went to law school.

Zephyr is a very, very serious individual. They've got a completely monotone color palette, speak either in short, blunt sentences or long, fanciful paragraphs with no in between, and tend to come off as cold and stiff. They're completely devoted to work, which is how they managed to become a captain. Despite this, they're very kind and caring, but unfortunately rarely get to show that side of themselves unless it's with Jamison, thier partner, both in crime and in the romantic sense. They also have a love/hate relationship with Owen, basically openly hating his guts but also enjoys thier banter and would hate if anything genuinely awful happened to them or his family.

Jamison is the complete opposite of Zephyr. He's an open book, very colorful, and tends to slack of when Zephyr isn't looking. Not on purpose, he just tends to get distracted most of the time. He's quite popular because he's very cheerful, which is rare in the higher ranks of Lobotomy. He'd absolutely die for Zephyr, and us usually the one who patches thier wounds. He really doesn't like Owen and thinks thier a pain in the ass, but keeps that to himself most of the time.

Owen is..... Interesting. I kinda went buck wild with him not gonna lie. He's one of the oldest son's of the God of Nightmares and Fire, an absolute agent of choas, and a campy fashion nightmare. But... I love them. They're both unbelievably obnoxious and also very caring. He's the kind of character you'd love but also hate at the same time. He also ended up becoming the God of Death in one timeline. If he wasn't God they'd probably run makeup guru/cursed amsr YouTube channel. Honestly he'd still run those as a God though. Also gender is a toy store and Owen is a kid who broke in after dark and is running along pushing all of the assorted genders into a cart while laughing maniacally (they use any pronouns but I stuck to just he/him they/them for this little snippet)

Alright, Lobotomy ocs done. Up next is.... Ugh... Octavious. He's originally a Danganronpa oc, the shsl gossip, and he was made to be a villian and by God does it show. He's the most fake, back stabbing, two faced character I've ever made. He's also the most one dimensional, which was actually intensional. He has no personality beyond being a petty, lying bitch, so when he runs out of lies and rumors to spread he goes into an existential crisis about how he has virtually no identity until he makes some new lie up about some random person. He's also abusive towards his younger sibling Aspyn, whom he has both physically and emotionally scarred. And, the icing on the "fuck this guy" cake, he's incredibly obsessive over his "wife" Melissa, who wants nothing to do with him and never even dated him, let alone married him. Basically he's a horrible, lying, abusive stalker. He also dresses exclusively in eye burn pink since the most poisonous bugs are usually brightly colored. Fuck Octavious, all my homies hate Octavious.

Next is Melissa, who honestly wasn't much better before her arc. She was raised to believe that in order to truely succeed in life, you have to ensure others fail. She, unfortunately, took that advice to heart. Get arc consisted of learning that we all can succeed together and that actively fucking other people over just made her an awful person, so she changed her behavior and tried to help people from then on out. She's incredibly meticulous, organized, and really smart. She still has issues trusting, but she's getting better. She has a crush on Octavious's younger sibling, but absolutely despises Octavious.

Aspyn is a quiet, caring individual who has no confidence both due to Octavious and just how they were raised. They are an incredibly skilled doctor, however, managing to perform amazingly in several different fields. They are, however, very defensive about thier passions, quick to insult anyone who questions them, mainly due to Octavious. They have a huge crush Melissa, but is to afraid to ask her out. Also they wear an eye patch because Octavious messed up one of thier eyes.

Hooo boy where to start with Edward. He's really inconsistent between universes, but the main constants are his power (he can trade bodies with people), him and Max getting together, him being a huge bookworm, and somehow he usually ends up being my self inserts dad???? Hos other aspects tend to change. Sometimes he's a power hungry megalomaniac who's trying to take over the world and will crush anyone and everyone who gets in his way or isn't useful to him, using his power evily to stay young forever by trading bodies with his kids and killing them when they're in his body. Other times, he's a fairly calm, if not a little cold, man whos biggest crime is the occasional tax evasion, who's power is more of a curse, causing him to stay alive forever through a series of unfortunate coincidences. Either way he's fun to write

Max is one of my favorite characters. He loves baking, his friends and family, he isn't too bright but no one holds that against him. Unfortunately, no matter which side of Edward it is, he's hopelessly in love with him, which can lead to his downfall. He's very protective of his cousin Heron, and tries to protect the innocent, which he usually doesn't end up doing thanks to evil Edwards manipulation. I also somehow failed to mention he's a plant man and flowers sprout wherever he walks and he can control plants but I couldn't find a good way to fit that in naturally.

Heron is half a plant man, in the worst possible way. He has rose vines instead of blood, which feels exactly how you think it would. Magic keeps his alive luckily, but it's unbelievably painful. Most of him and Max's family died when they were young, and unlike Mac who ended up on the streets, Heron ended up in an orphanage, where he learned at a young age that he shouldn't get close to anyone because if he does, they'd die. He genuinely believes that, and the only person he thinks is immune, is his cousin Max, who he even still expects to drop dead. Heron mainly fights by breaking his skin so his vines will grow rapidly and trap and kill his attacker, which looking back is uh. Kinda symbolic. I didn't do that on purpose but it fits

Eden is an angel, who was outcasted from heaven after being framed for a crime they didn't commit. They don't understand how humans work, but is trying thier best to fit in. He's one of the few beings Heron trusts, and even still Heron doesn't trust them much because of Eden's ability, being able to control holy flames. Eden is stoic and aloof, with an odd sense of humor. He insists that him baking using his holy flames is a form of training. Despite them claiming to be above human emotions, they very much are not above them and he is actually quite emotional.

Avocado is one of Herons old friends, who fell victim to Herons "luck" (aka they died). They are a drider (basically spider centaur) who came from a large family of drider thieves. They are very quiet and kind, which they use to thier advantage, since one would thing they'd steal small objects from people's houses or pickpocket them, which Avocado very much does. While they're fairly weak in combat thier thieving skills are not to be underestimated.

Grape is Avocados older sibling, and they are very serious and quite rude. Grape wants to kill Heron to avenge thier sibling, but ends up getting caught robbing the wrong person and ends up having to join the person's kids adventuring party.

Apple is the oldest drider sibling, and ends up taking a motherly role for all of the younger kids. They had to grow up incredibly fast, and has to make all of the hard decisions in place of thier dying father. Desperately needs a break.

There's more spider siblings but there isn't much info on them

Both Sherry and Theodore Poser are mainly just there because I have them really fun designs and don't really have a personality. Sherry's kinda hard to draw though

#this took forever but oh well #im also not tagging every individual oc lol #asks #aki no nyo #gay purple ocs #gay purple posts #long post

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Aether: Love Solutions

Chapter 1: Crimson Resonance

Next Chapter > Chapter 2: Midnight Blue Sky

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It is funny how colors impact so many moments of our lives. How their hues, their shine, the saturation of the pigments remain trapped in our memories and help us remember those occasions forever. It’s curious how colors manage to make feelings resurface, how they can impact our emotions: Like the surge of confidence you get while wearing a vibrant crimson dress, or the soothing sensation of staring at the blue starry night sky; the relaxing effect of a vast green field filled with flowers, or the coldness in one’s body once the lights are out and there’s nothing else to see but empty, pitch black.

For us seers, though, colors get a completely different meaning, being able to see other people’s colored auras helps us find connections between them. We are able to, quite graphically, identify love compatibility between two subjects; though, if I need to be honest, I’ve found this ‘gift’ to be more of a curse than an actual blessing.

Seers are perfect matchmakers. Helping everyone find their perfect pair... their so-called “other half��. And even though being able to see everyone’s aura could be considered a great power by most; an ability so capable of finding people’s happiness has quite the opposite effect on seers themselves.

A sight so great had to come with a catch of course: The lack of an aura of our own. The nonexistence of our own destined person.

The constant happiness, the endless love we help people find with our matchmaking abilities is, quite ironically, the same gift we seers have been denied of.

A Seer’s Insight, Chapter 1

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“I mean it’s not like I need a boyfriend” The pink and yellow-haired girl declares, though the way she fiddles with her fingers and plays with her long ponytails as she explains her reasoning manage to send Moon the opposite message.

“Mhm…” The seer murmurs sympathetically as she scrolls through her gallery of red tones, catching a glimpse of Plumeria every once in a while to corroborate the vibrant red color of her aura.

“I mean...I’ve got this friend you know…” The punk-looking girl keeps explaining, earning a glance and a polite grin from Moon. “She recently got a boyfriend and she keeps bragging about their 86% match… I mean… It’s kind of a good number isn’t it?”

The short-haired girl suddenly flashes a cocky smile.

“Barely passable by my standards… But sure…” She boasts about her skills quite naturally, though her stare keeps glued to her tablet, scrolling through the red palette as she struggles to decide between the three colors that most resemble Plumeria’s crimson colored-aura. Persian red maybe? Though she could swear she could detect a pink hue of some sort.

Her client smiles, smashing her fist against the matchmaker’s desk effusively.

“And that’s why I am here!” She screams eagerly, the loud noise managing to make Moon’s body freeze for a moment. “Everyone keeps saying you’re the best and I’m certainly starting to believe it!”

“Oh please…” The seer dismisses the compliment with a smile and concentrates on deciding between the two colors that she has found most resemble the bright colored haired girl’s in front of her.

“And what is that?” The punk asks, pointing at the slim tablet in front of the matchmaker.

“Oh, this?” Moon asks eagerly, excited by the simple fact that someone had bothered to ask about her software. The thing that made her different, the one aspect that set her apart from the rest of the seers on the company. “This is my baby…” She holds the tablet and points the screen at her, a wide smile plaguing her face as she proudly presents Plumeria’s profile on the small device’s screen. “I once found a 100% match with this sucker…”

Plumeria whistles in admiration as she watches her entry as the red color palette at the bottom of the form catches her attention.

“But I mean, how does it work?” She asks curiously, resting her whole body on the backrest of her chair. “Is it some kind of database…?”

“Well, it is…” The dark-haired girl explains as she points at the color palette at the bottom. “It is linked to a vast color database and I calibrate it by choosing the color and tone that most resembles my client’s aura…” She then points at the top of the screen “It notifies me whenever I find a 95% color match or higher. It helps a lot with fieldwork” She smiles proudly as she finally presses on the variation of red that she finds resembles the most to Plumeria’s aura.

“Your color is Alizarin Crimson” She explains “And once I find someone close to that shade I’ll let you know” She enters her client’s data, exiting the form and proceeding to the last step “Can I take a photo of you? We can see someone’s auras with just a photo as well”

The punk nods, as she crosses her arms and posses for the picture.

“And why is it that you’re the only one here that uses that software?” Plumeria asks, placing her hands behind her head and placing herself comfortably in her chair once again. “It seems efficient”

The seer smiles sheepishly “Well my boss wouldn’t agree with you.” She answers, closing Plumeria’s registry as it successfully uploads to her database. “It’s far from a perfect system, he doesn’t think it would be profitable in the long run”

“But you make it work” The bright-haired girl insists “And if you can find someone who doesn’t run away from me after learning I’m the president of a fighting club I swear you’ll make me a believer”

Both girls chuckle, though Moon’s smile dies easily and turns into a somber expression.

“Yeah but he’s adamant about it. You see, I still need to calibrate it manually and that alone takes a lot of time to do…”

“Well yeah but…”

“On top of that, the matchmaking system is connected to a pair of glasses I usually carry around, so it only activates when I see an individual that matches one of my client’s aura” She plays with a strand of her short jet-black hair “I spend most of my free time searching for matches on some dating sites on the internet, which is something not all of my fellow seers would enjoy doing”

She sighs, catching a glimpse at Plumeria’s face slowly getting less eager.

“And even if it works, there’s no guarantee I’ll find a 95% to 100% match in this country, or of the gender preference my client has, or even of the same age range!”

She sighs once again, though she forces another polite smile.

“But I’ll find that bad boy for you…” She promises as her eyes meet with her client’s “And you’ll be able to kick your friend’s ass, don't worry”

They laugh in unison, and Moon reminds herself of all the times she’s been told not to bond with her clients, but is useless. How can someone not bond after sharing such intimate details about their romantic preferences? How can a seer not feel empathy at the expectancy of the one they’re helping.

A single knock interrupts her thoughts, as Wicke, the president's assistant politely makes them aware of her presence.

“President Gladion would like to talk to you, miss Moon” She announces with a smile, and Plumeria understands this signal as her cue to leave.

“Well. I guess I’ll see you later!” The fighter expresses, waving goodbye to the now conflicted matchmaker, Though only when the punk girl is out of her sight she finally brings herself to ask.

“The boss?” She asks as she swallows hard, and even though Wicke gives her a sympathetic smile the gesture doesn’t quite reduce her stress. There’s nothing that can reduce her stress after hearing those words.

She follows the purple-haired assistant as she forces herself to remember what she could have done wrong this time, though she can bet the reason her boss wants to see her is something number related. It’s always something number related to him.

She enters the Presidential office, the elegance of the glass walls in the room and the enormous bookshelves filled with the successful matches files always manage to impress her, though when she looks at the huge and surely expensive desk in front of her she finds her bosses’ usual disappointed stare locking with hers.

“Wicke, leave us” He murmurs, and the assistant abides, closing the door behind her and going back to her labors. “Have a seat” He orders, now directing his deep, emerald eyes at her.

She walks towards the signaled chair, nervously sitting on it, trying to fight the urge to play with the hem of her uniform’s shirt.

“You’ve been slacking…” He sentences, sighing in desperation as he remembers all of the previous talks he’s had with her. All of the occasions he has pointed out her scarce results. “I only received three reports from you this month, every other seer in this company has reported at least ten satisfied clients…”

“Yeah. With 89% matches on average…”

“That doesn’t matter Moon” He delivers, her common complaints are something he has already gotten used to “Those people are pleased with our service and that’s all that matters”

“Yeah but for how long?” She questions. It always irritates her to have this kind of conversation with her boss. “I have an average of 97% matches, I help my clients find true love…” She insists. “You haven’t fired me yet because you know I give you quality…”

“Yet” He emphasizes “But I’m giving you one last warning, stop using that software of yours. It’s not functional, it slows your performance and we don’t do fieldwork”

“But it works! And I’m in the middle of a client’s request right now. I can get quicker if only you gave me more time, I…”

“Oh…” He interrupts, his bright green eyes deeply focused on her’s “I’m sorry if I made it sound like it was a request”

She feels the urge to slap him, but she restrains. Tears threaten to fall down her cheeks though she contains them.

She swears she hates him. But she also needs the job, it is the only way in which she can help others find true love, after all.

“My system works. It’s very functional” She insists, still not letting her eyes water.

“Our system works” He repeats, dismissing her comment and defending the matchmaking company’s way of getting people together instead “It’s efficient”

She crosses her arms at the powerlessness.

“I need the job…” She mutters, grasping her shirt from the sides with her fists, trying to calm herself.

“Then do the job” Her boss insists, finally letting out a long sigh. He was rough like a rock, but she could tell it tired him. He had always been hard on her, and even though she wasn’t sure why she could only guess it had to do with the common seer nature: The one that, due to their birth circumstances, didn’t let them believe in love.

Gladion had been the first in a long line of matchmakers in the Aether family to be born a seer. He had used his vast math and probability knowledge, his hardworking attitude, and his parent's trust to climb the ladder of his family’s foundation. He didn’t understand love, as well as many other seers, and even though his parents had been reluctant at first they had ended up making him the president. The president of a company that sells love and happiness to its customers, but that hardly strives to understand love himself.

“Moon I truly don’t understand why you’re so defiant about the company’s system” He asks more calmly than before, his tone still sounding serious but at least not as annoyed as some minutes ago “By dividing our clients into 8 basic color categories we guarantee matches of at least 87.5%, you honestly believe that isn’t close enough?” He diverts his gaze from her and decides to focus it on the documents in front of him instead. A long silence invades the room as he distracts himself from the conversation by signing the papers his assistant had provided him with that morning. “They choose their partners themselves at the color-themed parties the company hosts. The sense of control we give them is one of the things our clients value the most…” His pen slides elegantly against the pages, his posture always perfect, his reasoning never failing. Except for one single aspect.

“You don’t understand love…” She mutters, still mad at her boss for deeming her incompetent “Why give them ‘almost’ when you can give them ‘perfect’?” She’s pushing his buttons, she’s aware of that. There’s a chance that she may lose her job, but she doesn’t care anymore.

“I don’t care what you think about me” He states, his eyes locking with her’s for another millisecond. “I don’t have to believe in love to do my job correctly. I’m a seer, and you’re one too” He continues signing casually, though his voice has gone back to sounding angry at her “You would do right to learn your place in this world. And in this company as well”

He’s an ass. She convinces herself, standing up from her chair in a quick motion, tempted to smash her fist against his wooden desk.

“Stop this fieldwork nonsense” He orders without a single tint of hesitation in his voice “Or I’ll stop caring about the fact that my mother enjoys that you work for this company”

She storms out of his office, smashing the door behind her and not shattering the glass in it by a pure miracle. She looks at the cubicles around her, as everyone seems to catch her brute gesture. She chuckles as she finally feels her eyes beginning to water.

“WHAT?” She screams annoyed at her companions, making them all startle and resume their activities in fear of their fellow seer. She forces herself to look calm as she walks towards her cubicle, and when she’s sure no one can see her she finally lets everything out, crying silently in frustration.

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Red is a strong color that conveys equally strong emotions: It attracts attention, it inspires confidence. Red is courage and determination, but it is also anger, danger, and impulsiveness.

Red love is equally as powerful as the color: It is passionate and strong, it creates a bond that’s hardly broken. People with a red aura generally search for a partner as energetic as themselves, they enjoy their partner’s attention and value tenacity as well as devotion.

A study on color-related tendencies, Chapter 7: Red Auras

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As soon as the clock hits 6:00 P.M. she’s out of her cubicle, walking as fast as she can towards the exit of the building to reduce the chance of crossing paths with her boss again. She avoids the elevator, choosing instead to walk down the stairs in a hurry. Once she gets to the entrance, though, Hau is already waiting for her.

“Whoa, no overtime today?” Her friend asks confused, his wide, gray eyes full of curiosity. He smiles towards her as his carefree attitude kicks in again, his giant white grin contrasts with his tanned, dark skin. “I’m glad you decided to get some time for yourself for once!”

His grin is contagious, and even though just hours ago she had deemed that day to be the worst of the whole week - Or even of the whole month - right now she can’t seem to avoid the small smile on her lips or even the low chuckle that manages to emerge out of her.

“Typical Hau” She mutters, catching the boy’s attention “You never fail to lift the mood”

The young male lifts one of his dark-green eyebrows in confusion, and even once they start walking towards her home she can tell he’s worried about her last comment.

“Did something happen at work?” He asks with a concerned tone, and even though her last conversation with her boss is not something she wants to talk about right now she knows she cannot avoid the subject forever. Not with Hau at least. After so many years of friendship, he had pretty much mastered the ability to detect when something was bothering her.

She looks at him thoughtfully, wondering how was it possible that with such a small exchange of words his usual optimistic smile and contagious confidence had turned into a worried stare. They’ve known each other since they were kids, his characteristic green hair had gotten longer and at his 25 years his body had already taken the shape of a man’s, but his protective attitude towards her and their insanely long, trust-based friendship had remained unchanged. He had always been her best friend, and she was sure she was his.

She finally smiles sheepishly, defeated.

“My boss called me to his office again…” She admits, kicking the ground below her as if that action would help her calm down “He complained about my performance”

“Again!?” Hau asks irritated. It’s not common to see him mad, but it is a sight she has already grown used to whenever someone messes up with her. “I’ll talk to Lillie… Maybe she…”

“No!” She sentences, not wanting to involve any more people in her problems, even more so when Gladion’s younger sister had nothing to do with the argument between her and her boss. “I still don’t think he’s at fault you know…” The seer explains, finally shoving her emotions aside and doing her best to put herself in the place of the young CEO “He’s your age, but he’s already the head of a millionaire matchmaking company... Of course he cares about numbers and efficiency…”

“That still doesn’t give him the right to be rude to you…” Hau’s big eyes look soft with concern, but he still flashes a smile for her, doing his best to lift the Mood “Plus, you’re the best matchmaker at that company, and you treat your clients pretty well…!”

The short-haired girl giggles at the compliment. Leave it to Hau to always make her feel better after a rough day.

“You should let me help you out” She states, intensely staring at Hau’s golden-colored aura she has already grown so used to see. “I mean I still got work to do tonight, I’ll browse some dating sites for a female client but I could take a peek at the yellow-colored aura sections for you”

Her comment somehow takes him by surprise, even though it’s not the first time the girl has made him that same proposal.

“I’m fine really…” He answers, once again rejecting the offer. He scratches the back of his head as a light blush plagues his cheeks and his eyes suddenly look lost in thought. “Call me a hopeless romantic but I’d like to do that on my own…”

She still doesn’t get it, but she still gives him a sympathetic smile. “Okie”

Why have ‘almost’ when you can have ‘perfect’?

She reaches for her purse, extracting her glasses from one of the front pockets and cleaning them a little before wearing them.

“Field-work?” Hau asks, watching her concentrate in looking around her. “It’s peak hour and I’m looking for a red-based match, so in the off chance I find that on my way home I may actually have some time off today…” She explains her reasoning as she makes her best to turn around into every direction, letting her special lens scan the biggest amount of auras she could find to increase her odds.

“That’s a pretty long shot…” He states, her house is barely a 15-minute walk, and after all of the years he has spent walking her home after work he has never actually seen her get a match while strolling together. Still, she never seemed to let the chance slip from her grasp.

“And who’s this client?” He asks curiously, entertained by the sight of the very focused matchmaker.

“Her name is Plumeria” She answers distractedly “She’s the president of a fighting club in Alola’s University”

“A fighter…?” He questions, though his attention is suddenly deflected towards a loud scream coming from around the corner. He concentrates on that spot, trying to decipher where the scream had come from until he finally finds out. A group of three-man, seemingly thugs, kicking and punching someone that had already fallen to the floor.

“Uh… Moon…” He tries to catch her attention, but it’s useless. He grabs her by the arm, attempting to force her to turn around and take another route towards her home, but once she does turn around, an insanely loud beeping sound starts coming out from her purse pocket.

“Moon what the hell turn that off…” He panics, watching as the three young - but though looking men - grow aware of the noise behind them. “MOON!” He screams, letting his fear take over, but the girl is speechless.

The sound, he finds soon enough, is coming from her tablet. A light flickers on the top of the slim device as its screen flashes a bright red message.

MATCH FOUND. He reads. He stares in disbelief until he suddenly realizes the gang is now approaching them.

“Fuck, Moon, Let’s go!” He begs her, but his friend’s feet are glued to the ground.

“Hau…” She mutters, still not moving. “That’s Plumeria’s match…”

The loud noise coming from the device suddenly stops, but he panics even more at his best friend’s foolishness and persistence “I don’t care! He’s dangerous…” He grabs her by the arm once more and he pulls, but the white-haired leader is already just 5 steps away from them.

“But… He’s a 100% match…” He watches her in awe, still not believing she was willing to risk herself just for something as banal as that, but there’s no way out now.

He pushes Moon behind him, protectively extending his arms as he tries his best to look intimidating.

“Now what do we have here…?” The white-haired leader speaks with a threatening tone “A couple of snitches” His comment makes his two companions chuckle.

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Hello, lovely! Thank you for these. :) Trios turned out to be a surprising challenge (I apparently have more favorite groups of four than three), but I’m pretty happy with the ones I remembered after giving it some thought. The final picks are under the cut! <3

Top 5 BROTPs

1. Paula Proctor & Rebecca Bunch (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend) - Naturally, this was the immediate choice that sprang to mind. It’s the first relationship on the show I really fell in love with, and it’s the one friendship in the series that consistently tugs on my heartstrings. It’s flawed, complicated, and messy but the genuine connection underneath it all is strong enough that I’m hopeful they can work through their problems. I would’ve preferred to see more emphasis on that effort in the fourth season (and a lot more work on Rebecca’s friendships with Heather and Valencia as well), but I want to believe things improved between them after the finale.

2. Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley (Stranger Things) - The general public opinion of Steve Harrington has been on such a journey since Season 1, bringing him now to a status of common fan favorite. As such, I think a delicate balance needed to be struck in finding a suitable match to team up with him on adventures. This person needed to:

A) Have good chemistry in their interactions with Steve

B) Bring a new dynamic to the table that he didn’t already have with an existing connection

and most importantly

C) Be a unique and engaging character that the audience would care about individually, so they didn’t get lost in simply being an offshoot of Steve’s story. They couldn’t be relegated to perpetual sidekick with little else to define them.

As far as I’m concerned, Robin Buckley fits the bill on every account. She’s artistic, resilient, loyal, and - especially endearing to me - a movie buff. She has a quick wit, a sharp mind, and a big heart. Being friends with Robin helps Steve take the specter of his high school self less seriously so he can put it behind him, and she helps him more fully embrace the person he’s becoming in the wake of that lost status. Having Steve for a friend helps Robin resolve some lingering emotional scars from school as well. It gives her an opportunity to share her authentic self with a peer and - to her relief and ours - find acceptance after revealing a pretty important secret. I can’t wait to watch the two of them be adorably nerdy and goofy bros at Family Video in Season 4, presumably with some daring fights against dark forces when they’re off the clock. Does saying I hope Kali comes to Hawkins somehow and bonds with one or both of them mean I can speak that into existence? I’m doing that now. It’s worth a try. If it happens in some capacity when the time comes, know that I will throw a One Blogger Party of epic proportions.

3. Wynonna Earp & Nicole Haught (Wynonna Earp) - I had to use this specific screencap because it perfectly encapsulates the chaotic energy that makes me loves these two together so much. Their separate approaches to their shared work environment are at pretty much polar opposite ends of the spectrum, but they make a pretty solid team when they play to each other’s strengths and communicate. They also both love Waverly most of all, so it feels like they were bound to work out their differences eventually since neither would want to make her feel torn between her sister and her girlfriend. The hijinks they get up to in each other’s company are just top shelf. I look forward to at least a little bit of fun like that from every season. If I wind up having a lasting partner later on down the road, it’d be cool if their personality balanced well with my sister’s on this level. I’d also be really happy if I ultimately gelled with her person in a way that sounded unlikely at first but worked. Fingers crossed for both outcomes, but I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

4. Emily Thorne [Amanda Clarke] & Nolan Ross (Revenge) - I have two things to quickly clarify for those who are unfamiliar with this show.

#1 She has two listed names because she was born Amanda Clarke but goes by Emily Thorne for most of the series to hide her true identity.

#2 Despite the impression this picture may give, Nolan is not marrying Emily; he is simply walking her down the aisle.

These two are there for each other through so much - the looming threat of discovery, jail time, capture, near death experiences, heartbreak, the passing of loved ones, etc. - and they make it to the other side with a deep bond the likes of which they’ll never experience with another person. It is at times heavily one-sided because of how much drama Emily deliberately dives into, but it’s something that she tries to make up for during her more self-aware and less self-involved times. There’s genuine love and mutual respect there by the finale and it’s really gratifying to witness the journey they’ve taken together.

[~Slightly spoiler-y closing statement after these brackets~] I was pretty sure I knew where the show was going with romantic ships by the end. I knew for certain it wasn’t my personal OTP for her because they’d already killed that person off quite some time ago. There was a part of me that could’ve found some contentment in leaving the story with these two as a couple. After all, one of my favorite ship dynamics is Reluctant Acquaintances to Best Friends to Lovers, but it was not to be. That being said, the platonic friendship they shared was a big part of the heart of the show and I cherish it for that. Nolan was a rare exception for Emily, a genuine bond formed in the years when she was tried to operate like her heart was made of stone. I also think working with Emily gave Nolan a sense of purpose and let him flourish in his area of expertise. I’m not sure how either of them would feel about the musical reference but, to slightly paraphrase from Wicked: because they knew each other, they have been changed for good.

5. Penelope Stamp & Bang Bang (The Brothers Bloom) - I have seen Rachel Weisz and Rinko Kikuchi in more roles since this movie than I had prior to watching it for the first time so, if anything, my fangirling over this friendship has gotten worse rather than more manageable. x) This post classified the film under the subgenre whimsical noir. It turns out that’s a style I instantly adore every time I stumble upon it. One of the titular brothers, Stephen, lives so deeply immersed in the variations of the world he writes for their heists that even those closest to him are essentially characters he can interact with on a daily basis. His feelings for them as people can get very muddled with his feelings for them as interesting OCs to move through narratives. A big trouble with this is that his living archetypes can often get reduced to clichés. He’s not always mindful of their nuances or allowing for the full range of their autonomy. Penelope is selected by Stephen to serve as the “manic pixie dream girl” who will be his brother Bloom’s forever love and Bang Bang is essentially presented as a “dragon lady” stereotype. I haven’t done a rewatch in years so I may be giving the movie too much credit here, but I remember this choice feeling at least semi-deliberate. It could be interpreted as a way to illustrate how Stephen warps real life to fit his vision. At least, I can definitely remember scenes that felt like they debunked the one-note assessments of these two. What I genuinely love, though, are the little moments when Penelope and Bang Bang are able to just spend time together with little to no interference from Stephen or Bloom. They share their hobbies and teach each other new skills. It feels like they truly perceive one another as whole human beings on a level that neither guy is capable of doing since they’re both so immersed in the drama of the plot. When the women are with each other, they get to be more than an extension of the men who maneuver them; they get to be themselves. Penelope is the only one Bang Bang clearly wants to maintain contact with once the heist is finished. I think that says a lot. Honestly, this is another BROTP that could slide to OTP. If someone wrote fic of them completely severing ties with the brothers and going off on their own - romantically or platonically - I wouldn’t be upset at all.

Top 5 Trios

1. Luke, Leia, & Han (Star Wars Episodes IV - VI) - Oh dear, I’m overwhelmed just looking at a picture of them together. Star Wars has been a part of my life since childhood. Getting to watch the original trilogy felt like a rite of passage (when I was really little, Mom used to find things for us to do outside the room while Dad watched because she was afraid some of it might scare me). Princess Leia resounded with me on a level that almost no other fictional royalty has ever quite matched. Han’s wardrobe is still some serious #aestheticgoals and I would 100% wear replicas of his jackets and vests if I had them. I also remember thinking that Luke’s new look in Return of the Jedi was SO COOL with the all-black wardrobe and green lightsaber. Wow, imagine that, an edgy costume change that shared vibes with the common Disney villain color palette called to me as a baby fan of antagonists and antiheroes! Who ever could have foreseen that sudden spike in appreciation? :P Anyway, one of my lingering sorrows about the more recent trilogy is that we never got to see all three of them as aged adults in each other’s company. I still wanted our new cast to get their time to shine, of course, but I do lament the absence of at least one little trio reunion.

2. Luna, Neville, & Ginny (Harry Potter series) - The Silver Trio, pictured here with the first set of three that comes to mind when thinking about the books and movies. I do still love Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but I’ve found a growing appreciation for this other team-up over the years. They’ve been through a lot too, even if they are not always present where the main action is. Bullying, loss of parents, manipulation of the mind and body, abuse at the hands of authority figures - they’re all left with internal (and probably external) scars to bear. There’s also something to be said for how strong they all were in the school year set during Deathly Hallows, when the Golden Trio wasn’t around to inspire and unite those who wanted to stand up to ever-increasing tyranny. It can be easy, unfortunately, for them to get written off based on the oversimplified stereotypes that have gotten associated with them. People remember Luna as being weird and spacey, Neville as awkward and hapless, and Ginny as bland and lovestruck. They’re all far more nuanced than that, and they accomplish great things while fighting for and beside their friends. I’m planning on doing a re-read of the books at some point, and I really look forward to revisiting these brave kids.

3. Irma, Marion, & Miranda (Picnic at Hanging Rock) - Ah, yes, my very recently discovered darlings. I have many thoughts about them all. I’ll try to keep this as condensed as I can while still making sense. Some spoilers will follow, although those won’t answer every question the story poses. There are audience members who ship the above characters as a throuple, which I totally get, but for me it’s like soulmates of a different kind. These three have met at a point in their lives when they all burn with compatible intensity. They long for the same dream version of youth, for a way to begin life free from the confines of a world that won’t accept all their hearts contain. While the people that surround them may not be willing to bend the rules, nature itself appears to show them mercy. How often do we see a story of girls who just... love other women so much that a sacred location goes, “Y’know what? I’m gonna help you escape your restrictive society. Permanently.” This miniseries definitely depicts the setting as being involved in messing with the investigation, as a mystical place that befuddles unwanted intruders. I love the way these three fortify each other in times of pain and fear, and there’s something deeply moving about how standing side-by-side helps them defy the odds.

4. Sarah, Alison, & Cosima (Orphan Black) - Okay so, technically, when I picture our core team in this show, the net is a little wider. My mind tends to also include Felix, Mrs. S., Kira, Helena, Donnie, Delphine, and Scott. However, I think you could kinda argue that those characters have a stronger connection to one of the above three than they do to the other two. Thus, this ends up being the central triangle. They’re all such solid performances and the fact they’re all played by the same person is incredibly impressive (not to mention the, like, twelve other clones Tatiana brings to life throughout the series). Watching them go from tense strangers to sestras was wonderful. I’m glad they had each other through the increasingly complicated web of lies and schemes they had to unravel and survive.

5. Galavant, Sid, & Isabella (Galavant) - Remember how James Marsden was in Enchanted? If you dialed down the deliberately cartoonish quality of that performance and allowed for more not-so-G-rated humor, I feel like you’d have a general sense of what Galavant is like as a character. Sid is his squire and Isabella is a princess whose mission happens to combine with Galavant’s, albeit fueled by different driving motivations. They find themselves involved in a lot of shenanigans because of Galavant - even in his own universe, he’s into the whole dashing knight thing more than is strictly necessary - but they make a fun little team to follow through the world of this musical television series. I’ve gotten fuzzy on the details since I watched it air live four years ago, but I remember the series being enough of a summer feel-good time that I’d be game to revisit the show again someday.

Top 5 Family Relationships

1. Stevie Budd & The Roses (Schitt’s Creek) - The whole fish-out-of-water setup for this series was already pretty fun in and of itself, especially given how outlandish their lifestyles evidently were before the show begins. The thing that makes it special, though, is how the absence of all their expensive distractions finally helps them prioritize being a family. The Roses do a lot of work to reconcile who they were with who they find themselves becoming in the present. It’s sweet to see them collectively conclude that growing closer to each other is one of the few things they do not regret in the slightest. They also silently agree to adopt Stevie along the way and, boy, does that give me a lot of Big Feelings, particularly in the later seasons.

2. River Song & The Ponds (Doctor Who) - I think it’s been like seven years or so, give or take, since I watched Doctor Who with any regularity. These three have resurfaced in my mind many times since then. They all love with such fierce and unwavering devotion, spanning lifetimes. It’s fascinating - and often heartbreaking - to learn about the things they’ve experienced and endured. Oh gosh, and once the show reveals how River’s story overlaps with theirs, and you pay attention to how she looks at them, IT HURTS but it’s so engaging to watch. The emotions are all flooding back just remembering them now. Argh, what great characters... </3

3. The Tico Sisters (Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi) - Rose appears in two installments of the third trilogy, but this is the episode that has both Tico daughters. We never get to see them interact onscreen in the film, but I still feel the bond between these sisters so intensely. I found out later that Kelly was present for the filming of Paige’s death scene (which happens so early in the movie that it doesn’t feel like a big spoiler - please forgive me if it is). I’m glad that was something they decided to do behind-the-scenes, because it definitely informs Rose’s grief. She’s sitting in the dark, picturing her big sister’s final moments with such horribly vivid detail that it feels like she was there, and yet she can’t do anything to change how it ends. The shape of the sisters’ necklaces immediately establishes that they were a unit even when acting independently, that they felt like two halves of a whole - all they had left of their family. Now there is only one, and that fact is a weight around Rose’s neck both figuratively and literally. It serves as a visual reminder of how she carries Paige’s absence always, trying to discover and embrace who she is on her own while still honoring the memory of a relative she loved so deeply. I think she reaches the end of Episode VIII feeling like she’s someone of whom her sister would be quite proud. I’m very proud of her, too.

4. The Tyler Siblings (Wonderfalls) - Jaye is comically different than the rest of her family, and the show establishes that right out the gate when we learn that she’s the only one whose name doesn’t rhyme with the rest (left to right, the others are Karen, Sharon, Darrin, and Aaron, respectively). Her relationships with her parents could certainly lead me off on some analytical tangents but, predictably, it’s the sibling stuff that interests me more. I think it could be said that all three do more living inside their heads than they do out in the world, and that they’ve all grown up to be borderline loners (Ironically Jaye, who is considered the most troubled, is the only one I remember being shown to have formed and maintained a friendship). Aaron’s a very philosophical and analytical person, so you get the sense he talks to himself more than to others, although he still manages to resurface from those deep contemplations so he can goad and tease his sisters from time to time. Sharon is high-strung, competitive, and brings that “disaster lesbian” energy to basically every social interaction she has. Jaye’s standoffishness seems to stem from both the difficulty of fitting in with people and the fear that connections will fall apart once they manage to form at all. They’re all just messes trying to make the best out of the situations they face, and I appreciate that. I also enjoy how prominently the Jaye and Sharon sister bond features throughout the show’s only season. It starts out on pretty rocky ground, but they grow a lot in regard to how willing they are to communicate and express their love for one another.

5. The Brothers Proctor (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend) - The family dynamics in their house are in need of some serious work, without a doubt. I’m just really touched by how close these two have become without Paula’s notice. It’s possible they always were, in that we-fight-but-we-care way that siblings can often be, but the supportive side of that really moves to the forefront as they get older in the series and it warms my heart. There’s such a glaring difference between The Household As Paula Views It and Things That Are Happening While She’s Not Paying Attention. I can’t help using fic as a way to explore that. I happily find excuses for her sons to make pop-in appearances, just to check up on them. I'm so pleased that, as of Season 4, they seem to have become fairly well-adjusted in spite of everything. Oh, and I am still not over the revelation that they attend renaissance festivals together, in character, for fun. What precious cuties who would no doubt dislike me referring to them as such! Paula, please give them an extra hug from me!

#About Me #Answered Asks

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rubyleaf · 5 years ago

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Look at that, more Carole & Tuesday! This time, Angela and Katy because, yes, rarepair, but they have potential. Don’t believe me? Allow me to convince you.

“By the way,” Angela asks Katy one night as they sit together watching an old movie. “Why did you come back to be my manager?”

Katy looks up, the movie temporarily forgotten. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I fired you.” Angela adjusts herself on the couch. “For something you didn’t do. So why?”

Katy thinks back.

---

“So that’s what happened,” Katy says into the phone, unsure what to think.

On the other end of the line is Dahlia. Not Angela; of course someone as cool and famous wouldn’t bother getting back to her personally. Then again it wasn’t Angela who hired her in the first place. She just fired her.

“And you’ll keep being her manager for the time being?” Katy repeats the explanation. Deep down she’s a little disappointed. Even if it all ended in a mess, she still got to be close to her idol, at least for a little bit.

“Yes,” Dahlia answers. “For now. But probably not forever. And when that time comes, I’ll enlist your help again.”

“I see,” says Katy. “Thank you.”

She doesn’t have the courage to ask if Angela is happy with any of this.

---

Katy doesn’t expect to hear back from Dahlia at all. Not even when she hears of Angela’s sole parent and manager ending up in the hospital, in critical condition. Not that she cares about the job. She has seen Angela’s face on the news: tired, sad, afraid, not a celebrity but a normal teenage girl, uprooted, terrified for the life of her only family. How can she care about a management job when all she worries about if Angela?

Although, part of her thinks, if she were her manager, at least she could be there for her. Comfort her, somehow. Even if she has no idea if Angela would let her.

Then the call arrives. First, that Dahlia is dead. Second, that they left behind all the paperwork to make Katy Angela’s manager again, if she’ll take the job. And if she’d still like to do it?

It’s a no-brainer.

---

For days and days she tries to speak to Angela in the hospital. For days she calls her name, talks to her about the world outside, asks if she can hear her. No response. Angela Carpenter, the same girl who looked dazzling and happy mere weeks ago, is a shadow of herself.

It’s almost enough to make her give up. But just when she seriously considers quitting, Angela speaks.

“I can’t sing anymore.”

Katy turns around. Relief washes over her, joy to hear her speak again. It’s quickly replaced by surprise, worry, heartbreaking sympathy.

She doesn’t expect Angela to say anything else. She doesn’t expect her to open up. Why should she? Angela is Angela, and Katy is just a fan. Just a face in the crowd, accidentally promoted to her manager.

But Angela does speak. She pours her heart out, tears streaming down her face, and Katy doesn’t know what to say. She never knew someone who’s loved by so many people, someone so beautiful and radiant, could feel so alone in the world.

“You’re not alone,” she tries. “All your fans are out there waiting for you.”

It physically feels like she said the wrong thing. Angela sinks back into the pillows. “They’ll forget about me,” she says. “They don’t really care. Give it a bit of time, and I’ll be forgotten.”

Katy wishes she could hug her, but she doesn’t feel like that is her place.

---

Mother has been broadcast out into the world. And Katy sits in the crowd, shamelessly sobbing with joy.

On the stage Angela is finally smiling again, pulling Carole and Tuesday into a group hug. Katy feels like a giant weight has fallen off her shoulders. She’s so glad these two are here. Without them, Angela might never have recovered the way she did.

Then the girls pull away, and Angela steps off the stage. Briefly her eyes meet with Katy’s. Katy looks down. She wonders what will happen now. Will Angela talk to her? What will she say? Despite their heart-to-heart at the hospital, she’s still a manager hired against her will. Will Angela fire her again?

A shadow falls on her. Katy lifts her gaze, afraid of what she will find.

Angela’s expression is hard to read. Their gazes meet again, then they both look away. There’s an awkward silence.

“Aren’t you coming to the stage?”

Katy jumps in her seat. Out of all the things Angela could’ve said, she didn’t expect that one at all. “Huh?”

“It’s crammed with celebrities.” Angela points over her shoulder. “If you want any autographs, you should use your chance.”

Still sniffling, Katy shakes her head. “It’s fine,” she says. “I’d just look stupid right now.”

Another pause. Angela doesn’t sit down beside her, but she makes no signs of leaving either.

“...You need a tissue?”

A sob shakes her that turns into a laugh. “Don’t mind me,” she says. “I’m just so happy you’re doing okay again...”

And suddenly Katy is crying again. Before her Angela remains standing, suddenly looking very doubtful and very small.

---

It’s almost morning by the time they head back to Angela’s place. They haven’t spoken much since, though Katy has talked quite a bit with Carole and Tuesday. She’s still a little intimidated by their stardom, but they’re both so sweet that she almost forgets about it when she speaks to them. They’re good girls. Exactly what Angela needs right now.

Angela herself, meanwhile, she still doesn’t understand.

The cab stops in front of Angela’s house. Angela begins to step out, then stops when she finds Katy not moving.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh? Oh, well, there’s no reason for me to get off here, right?” Katy smiles sheepishly. “I’ll just head on to my place.”

Angela drops her gaze.

“...You’re not staying at mine?”

She sounds...disappointed. Why is she disappointed? Katy is just her manager, of course she won’t invite herself.

“It’s just, the house is so empty.” Angela wraps her arms around herself, as if cold. “Can’t you at least stay for tonight?”

Katy nearly trips over herself scrambling out of the car. Her heart drums in her ears as she follows Angela into the villa. Their footsteps echo off the walls. The house is gigantic and completely deserted.

“You can sleep wherever,” Angela says. “I can get you one of the guest rooms or something.”

But Katy shakes her head. “I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

Angela’s face falls.

---

When she wakes up in the afternoon, Katy finds Angela sitting on her bed in her pajamas, watching an old movie she recognizes at once.

“Whoa!” she bursts out before she can control herself. “Is that Kill Bill?”

Angela turns around, pausing the movie. “You know it?”

“Yeah! I love action movies,” Katy gushes. “I didn’t know you knew it!”

For the first time in any of their interactions, a slight smile crosses Angela’s face. “I like action stuff too,” she says. “Especially martial arts stuff. You know how I watch pro wrestling?”

Katy nods excitedly. “Of course! I read the interview,” she answers. Angela’s smile falters, and Katy adds, “I checked it out after that, but I still prefer action movies.”

Angela smiles again. She pats the spot beside her on the bed. “Wanna keep watching together?”

Carefully, cautiously, Katy sits down. At first she feels out of place, but as the movie continues, she quickly forgets about everything around her. For a few precious hours she and Angela aren’t a star and a manager; they’re just two girls in their pajamas sitting on the bed, laughing and gasping and cheering at all the same scenes.

“Wow, I wonder what people would say if they knew I watch this stuff,” Angela says when the movie is over. “It’s so wild.”

“But so fun!” Katy answers.

They both burst into laughter. “Let’s watch another one,” says Angela. Suddenly her expression turns wistful. “I’ve never really done that before,” she mutters. “Watching movies with someone.”

Katy smiles. Again she has to fight off the urge to hug her. “It’s been some time for me too.”

“This is like a girls’ movie night,” Angela remarks and sounds surprised at her own words: how normal they are, maybe. “Wait, don’t they normally have food? We should order some food.”

“Maybe popcorn,” Katy jokes.

“Great idea! And something solid, too.” Angela has already pulled out her phone. “What do you say about pizza?”

---

After that day, staying over becomes a regular occurrence for Katy.

There are, after all, plenty of movies to watch and rewatch, and it doesn’t look like they’ll run out anytime soon. Sometimes it ends with them staying up all night and struggling to stay awake at work the next day, but neither of them has any regrets. Sometimes Carole and Tuesday join them too. But most of the time it’s just the two of them, enjoying their girls’ night in and having the time of their lives.

“Hey,” Angela says one evening in between installments of The Fast and the Furious, “don’t people also...do other things at sleepovers?” She looks awkward about her own question. “Like makeup and painting nails, and all that stuff?”

Katy blinks in surprise. “Well, yeah,” she says. “But you’re a model, so...I don’t know...”

“That’s work,” Angela says dismissively, sounding slightly disappointed again. “This is different. And I don’t see you ever wearing much makeup.”

Katy looks down. “Well...”

“Care to try some of mine?”

She nearly jumps off the bed. “What?” she splutters. “But—No way—But yours is so expensive!”

“It also dries up before I can use all of it. I don’t mind.”

“But...” Katy curls up where she sits. “But I’m so plain...Ow?”

Angela has flicked a finger against her forehead. “Relax,” she says. “Would you like to try it? Aside from all that not-pretty-enough-to-pull-it-off crap?”

Katy’s insides feel warm. “Yeah...thank you.”

Excited like a preteen girl at her first sleepover, Angela rummages through her drawers, whipping out palettes of eyeshadow, eyeliners, lipsticks, and an endless assortment of nail polish. She purses her lips, as if trying to determine which colors would suit Katy. Finally she picks out a shade of red that’s more flashy than the entirety of Katy’s wardrobe.

“Hold still,” she says.

And Katy does. Angela sits before her, breathtakingly close, cupping her face and holding it in place. Her fingers are soft. Her hand is warm. Katy can see every single detail of her face, her bright eyes, the long lashes, the smooth skin and the full, soft-looking lips. How she wishes she could touch those lips. How she wishes she...

Have their faces always been this close?

Angela’s breath tickles her face. It smells faintly of mint. Katy closes her eyes, tries not to think about it as those slender, flawless hands work their way across her face, her lips, her eyelids, her lashes, her cheeks.

Her hands are shaking.

Finally Angela pulls away, and Katy tentatively opens her eyes. She turns towards the mirror and barely recognizes herself. The magic of Angela’s hands has transformed her into a girl she has never seen before...one that radiates glamour and confidence, one that’s almost cool enough to deserve her place at Angela’s side.

Angela smirks appraisingly, proud of her work. “Now you do mine,” she says.

Katy nearly has a heart attack, but she complies. She has no idea what she’s doing. So she just goes with the color she has always associated with Angela: vivid purple, like her eyes, like the aura that seems to surround her wherever she goes.

Her hands are still shaking. It takes all her willpower to keep them steady enough to not mess up the makeup, but she must, it’s so expensive. Angela holds expertly still under her hands, a celebrity at work, though the corners of her mouth twitch whenever Katy’s fingertips accidentally brush her cheek.

Finally she’s done, and Katy can breathe again.

Jumping in front of the mirror, Angela inspects herself, her eyes widening as she turns this way and that. Katy wonders if she has gone overboard with the lip gloss or the touch of glitter on her cheekbones. But Angela’s face lights up, and she turns back towards her beaming.

“Now let’s take a picture like this!”

They huddle close together for the selfie. Well, Angela does, whereas Katy is still busy keeping her feelings in check. She’s so beautiful, and so close. And she’s here. Right beside her. So close the warmth of her body seeps into Katy’s skin.

If she had even an inch of spine, she might turn her head now and kiss her. She knows she wants to. Every part of her body and mind wants to kiss her. Not the idol Angela, but the girl sitting beside her in her PJs, warm and enchanting and smiling from ear to ear.

But she’s still just her manager, and so she restrains herself.

---

“...Katy?”

Katy snaps out of her thoughts. Right, the question. Why she came back, or maybe the real question would be why she stayed.

“Well,” she says. “Dahlia explained everything, and then—”

“Not that, stupid.” Angela nudges her in the ribs, not meeting her gaze. “I mean, why did you want to? I never even really apologized for firing you.”

“What? Oh no, that’s okay!” Katy lifts up her hands. “It was a misunderstanding, and it’s nice that you cared so much about your rivals. And, well, I didn’t think someone like you would bother to apologize in person anyway, so I assumed—”

“Katy. Cut that out.”

She closes her mouth. Suddenly Angela looks angry.

“You’re still treating me like some kind of idol,” she says. “Just quit it, okay? I’m just Angela.” She crosses her arms. “And if you can’t get that into your head, I’m firing you for real.”

Something about her tone tells Katy she means it.

“Sorry,” she bursts out, suddenly feeling like crying. “It’s just...it’s not like I don’t see you as a friend or anything. But you...you’re so cool, and so beautiful, and so mature, and you’re just...you’re so perfect.” Her voice cracks. “How can I feel like an equal next to someone like that? I’d just feel arrogant!”

Something in Angela’s expression softens and melts away.

“Can’t you at least try?”

Leaning forward, she buries her face in Katy’s shoulder, her voice as choked up as Katy herself feels. “I’m so tired of just being the person people look up to,” she says. “It’s so stupid. We’re both just girls.” She drapes an arm over Katy’s body. “So what if I’m famous? I don’t want you to look up to me. I want you to be the girl I watch action movies and have sleepovers with...the friend I never had when everybody else did that stuff.” She shifts closer. “So can’t you just try to treat me like a normal friend?” She swallows. “For me?”

Katy’s defenses shatter.

With a muffled sob she pulls Angela in, hugging her so close she almost sits in her lap. “You have no idea how much I wanted to do that,” she says. “It’s just...I was so scared...”

Angela pulls away just enough to look her in the eyes. Their faces are inches away from each other. They both look a little messy, but Angela is still beautiful.

Not the celebrity, Katy thinks again. Just Angela. Her friend.

“Hey,” she says, suddenly feeling brave, “can I do something else I’ve been really wanting to do?” She swallows hard. “Something really selfish?”

Angela’s smile is encouragement enough.

Katy takes a deep breath and kisses her.

It’s just supposed to be a brief, careful kiss. But Angela responds. Cupping her face like she did that night, she deepens the kiss until they both pull apart again, blushing and breathless.

On the screen the movie continues, unheeded.

On the couch, two girls form the silent decision to not go anywhere else tonight.

#oh my god how did this get so out of hand #carole & tuesday #angela/katy #angela carpenter #katy kimura #me and my writings #headcanons

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