#my color theory suck ass

[m0oncak3]

the colors are limited in this app istgg

[jomo-is-here]

kitty cat likes the stars :)

[ghostlingpupversailles]

Already posted this in a community I’m in but here’s a quick sketch of that annoying sassy fuck of a postman

[multishipperbish]

if I was better at art I would add colors to these comics. alas the black n white effect is something I cherish deeply

tw for blood once again. and daddy issues

Father - The Front Bottoms

[passerinesoncaffeine]

I neeeeeeeeeeeeed to get more familiar with digital art interfaces but then you're just

but what if. we fucking inked it instead 👀👀👀 don't you want 👀👀👀 to do extremely intricate crunchy lineart 👀👀👀👀 dont you just want to fucking ink it 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

and like yeah. yeah I do want to fucking ink it.

[kjzx]

One day there's gonna be a person online that will take people's requests of any color and draw it in a person's skintone in a convincing way, see: a brown that looks like a light skinned white person's skin in a darker lighting, a green that looks like a healthy person's skin in neon lights, and so on.

And this will be a huge thing for the online art community in the west. I think the thing it lacks right now is this realization that the knowledge that tree trunks are brown and leaves are green are just something observed under the specific conditions of a sunny day, even in these very conditions these very leaves and trunk can look blue and purple and gray and so on if cast in shadow, especially in art

[alenkijjj]

here's a version without that stupid ass coloring (i took real photo of a woman looking at sunset and just smudged everything around because i can't color AT ALL) ((☺️))

i miss you bro..... rip...... HE'S NOT DEAD!!! pls!

[gallusrostromegalus]

I did not care at all for Aizen Sosuke when I first read bleach. I found him boring, and worst, unthreatening.

So it's pretty jarring for me that I have been OBSESSED with him in your AU. I'm rotating him at great speed

Walt Disney was a jackass who was flat-out wrong about a lot of very important things, but he employed a great many geniuses of storytelling, and there's a piece in Disney Animation: The Illusion of Life by Frank Thomas and Ollie Johnson that discusses a key feature of Disney Studios Character Design:

"Of all characters, villains are the most fun to develop because they make everything else happen. They are the instigators, and always more colorful than the Hero. They may be dramatic, awesome, insidious or semi-comic, but they MUST be appealing. Almost any story becomes innocuous if all the evil is eliminated, but we do not necessarily gain strength by being frightening. we want a character that will hold the audience and entertain them, even if it's a Chilling Type of Entertainment."

And I've found that to be an important principle of character design, especially the kind of canon restructuring I do.

Aizen had a LOT going for him in canon- for all of Bleach's other faults, Aizen's conspiracy and THE REVEAL are spectacularly constructed and executed. I legit screamed and threw my mug across my dorm room when I read it in the manga the first time. He's also conventionally attractive and the translations I was reading gave him the speech patterns of Every Douchebag In Your 101 Political Theory Who Thinks He's The Smartest Man In The Room, which made him a terrific combination of Unfortunately Charming, Menacingly Competent and Engagingly Obnoxious.

...But he falls flat in a few key places.

Aizen's reasoning could be MUCH more sympathetic- After all, he is RIGHT. Soul Sciety does suck ass and all the options kind of suck. Who designs a universe like that? An asshole who needs killing, that's who. The best kind of Unhinged Madmen are the kind who spell out their reasoning and you realize that there but for the grace of Not Having Super Powers Go I. Canon!Aizen makes a few Good Rhetorical Points, but seems to lack any personal connection to his all-consuming plan.

Another issue is that nearly every villain with A Plan has a clear end goal AND a lot of the menace is drawn from the fact that the plan *could* work. Aizen's plan for betraying the court guard and then killing them off before proceeding into the Royal Realm to Kill God sorta falls apart when it's clear he planned to use pretty much all his accumulated forces dealing with the court guard and doesn't seem to have a plan for the Even More Powerful Royal Guard, let alone God. For how meticulously planned the rest of the plot is, the last two VERY IMPORTANT steps are just handwaved.

So I sat down and started with the plot beats Aizen MUST hit, and tried to imagine what kind of guy would he have to be to get there? And I came up with this:

Sosuke Aizen is a fundamentally good man with genuinely good intentions who is really trying his best for the whole world.

Think about it- what lengths would you NOT go to if you think you found a genuine shot at Fixing Everything Wrong With The World Forever? We all talk about killing Hitler if we found an actual Time Machine- would you do it if your only chance was when he was a baby? Would you kill an infant if it meant you could stop World War II before it starts? Of course you would! One small life for over 75 million? You'd be insane not to! What if you found out that you could prevent the future extinction of Humanity by killing your best friend today? Ten Billion lives? For theirs? It's simple, really- Hell, it's your Moral Obligation to do that if you were SURE!

-And Aizen IS sure. He is absolutely, totally, completely sure that He Can Save Everyone if he just gets rid of that idiot sitting on the throne of heaven. He's seen the plans! He knows where the gate of heaven is! It's So SIMPLE he just has to get inside, and he knows EXACTLY how to do it, yes it'll be hard and there will be... unpleasant parts but. IT. WILL. WORK.

He is of course, insane.

Aizen didn't have One Bad Day that set him irrevocably on the path of madness. It was a succession of catastrophic disappointments and realizations that he was living in a fundamentally irrational world that made irrational thinking look sane. The Catastrophe that befell his family, working for the central 46 and later the court guard and seeing how the organizations were inept to the point of abuse or corrupt to the core, learning that The Actual House Of God is a place he can just? Go to? Anyone would start thinking you were just a handful of white lies and homicides away from Fixing Everything, Forever.

Not only is Aizen insane, he is nowhere near as smart as he thinks. He is smart- He does have a knack for being able to guess just what will spur someone to action or make them recoil in fear. But mostly he gets extremely lucky Many, Many, MANY times. On some level I think it gives him Confirmation Bias that this is what he's supposed to be doing. Aizen is also nowhere near as smart as (nearly) everyone else thinks he is. His bizarrely good luck makes him look like a hyper-competent genius when really it was really the catastrophic failure of Soul Society as a Society that let a merely mediocre conspirator to evade detection for so long.

Being that he is at most, mediocre, he had to have Outside Help, specifically Gin's emotional support and Tousen's Competence- and if there's a part of the fic that stays true to canon, it's this.

Gin is Aizen's emotional rock in Canon. He's the ONE guy that Aizen genuinely trusts, and considers his 'my only real partner' in his scheme. There's more than one occasion in the manga where Aizen more or less asks Gin "Is this actually a good idea?" and Gin backs him up every time.

...Which is more than a bit at odds with Gin's later stated goal of "I did all this to kill you at your most vulnerable to protect rangiku" . It never rang true to me. So I started thinking why on EARTH Gin would be backing Aizen up like that, and realized there was a hole in my world building that he slotted into nicely :)

On the other hand, the entire fic was started because I didn't like how Tousen's character arc ended, so you can imagine how much he's changed.

But in canon, TOUSEN DOES ALL THE FUCKING WORK.

Lab work? Tousen.

Supervising the arrancar directly? Tousen

Actually getting victims for the Hogyoku experiments? Tousen.

Altering all the archives to keep Aizen's plot hidden? Tousen.

Sending all the Orders allegedly from the central 46? Tousen.

Making sure Unohana believes Aizen's fake body is real? Tousen.

Managing all the day-to-day operations at Las Noches? Tousen.

There's even this little exchange, which is Tousen's first appearance in the Manga:

Aizen establishes this entire meeting is a little fake-out a few pages later with "now isn't that a convenieint time for the alarm to go off?"

which makes him look like he's investigating, but he's also going "Good job on disrupting everyone with the alarm Gin!" It's ballsy of Aizen to do a check-in on his plan with his main nemesis in the room, but also his style.

I think the same thing is happening here with Tousen. To make sure Ukitake wouldn't raise a huge fit about the proposed execution of his beloved lieutenant, which might fuck everything up for Aizen because Ukitake is one of like, three people Yamamoto will listen to (sort of).

...So he had Tousen poison Ukitake to keep him out of the way.

ALL. THE. FUCKING. WORK. It's even in his name! The characters for "Tousen" Refer to a legendary scholar the emperor of China sent out to discover the secret of immortality- only to kill the scholar when he returned with that secret. The character for "Kaname" means "Necessary/Vital/keystone" or "to organize/take account of". His name LITERALLY means "Scholar who is essential for the plan (that we're going to kill later)"

Another thing Kubo did well in Bleach: his name game is Off The Fucking Charts.

-but I digress.

In AEIWAM, it's much the same only this time Aizen sees this very dangerous witness who is immune to his illusions but also extremely snart and capable young man and instead of risking being caught out by the one damn guy who can see right through him, opts to Curse Kaname into doing as Aizen says, and doing all the fucking work of this conspiracy against his will.

It's Not Nice, but Aizen genuinely thinks he's doing Kaname a favor by subjecting him to this degrading and incredibly painful servitude- I mean, Aizen's only other option was to Kill him to keep his silence, and isn't it wonderful that you get to help fix the universe? You're the one always going on about Justice, I don't understand why you didn't jump at the chance to mete out some Divine Justice.

An Excerpt from the captain's meeting in between the Massacre that made the visored and Zaraki's arrival, when Kaname realizes Yamamoto is 100% serious about his promotion to captain of the 9th and goes to throw up in the garden. Aizen offers to go check on him while Unohana very politely reads the general the riot act:

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"You broke your toy Aizen." Kaname coughs.

"…I really am sorry for running you ragged like this. I really shouldn't have gotten so mad about you hiding the the hogyoku- it was very petty of me." The bastard sighs, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face, entirely genuine.

Kaname stayed on his hands and knees, weaving slightly as another wave of nausea flowed through him, powered by disgust and rage.

"How about this- I've got a lot coming up with the new job, training Gin and disposing of Kiganjo- So how about I promise to not give you any orders for a while? You will have to keep our arrangement a secret and not interfere, of course, but other than that, you're free to do as you please for- a year and a day is traditional isn't it? No, that's not going to heal by then- Oh, would you look at that!"

Kaname didn't have the strength to offer his usual rebuttal that he won't look at anything, ever. The sides of his head tingle like his skul was being pressed between two enormous hands made of static electricity.

"It's 11:11! Alright, I won't give you any Orders until 11:11 am on November 11th, 1911. That's easy to remember! What do you think?" Aizen continued cheerfully, patting his back and the Curse nails.

"…I can't." Kaname groaned. He could scream if he had the energy, but due to Aizen's Illusions, nobody would hear him. "I actually physically can't think. Please…"

"Of course! You really are such a help to me, it would be a shame to lose you. I'll even amend our contract, so you don't get paranoid-" There was a sizzling sound and a new stroke of hot pain up Kaname's spine as Aizen did something to the wretched Bakudo. "There. No compulsions for eleven years and a day. What do you say?"

Kaname grimaced, but dropped his head. Save the energy to fight another day. "…thank you, Aizen-sama."

"Good man! Let's get you on your feet." Aizen beamed, putting his glasses back on and offering him an arm.

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He genuinely thinks that he's doing everyone a huge favor and if they don't get it it's because they're just not smart enough, but it's alright, He's a Benevolent God and they'll appreciate all his hard work the next time around :)

Aizen is a man who is FULL of joy. He loves what he does! He actively takes pleasure in it! And I think that's something that REALLY delivers in terms of sympathy AND horror for him. Who *Wouldn't* have a great time actually fixing the universe? He's a good man who enjoys doing good works, and this is the greatest work of all!

It also Delivers on the Horror when I get to write the deliciously fun scenes where Aizen is Elbows-deep in a novel War Crime and waxing poetic about how GREAT this is, or being confused why the people around him are reacting with fear. Don't you want to make everything better too?

[captain-hawks]

what... what happens the first time you convince oliver to put a blindfold on...?

TASTE / oliver aiku x f!reader

— 1k, 18+ only, established relationship, blindfolds, lingerie, oral sex, squirting, oliver always wins

“You know, this sounded fun in theory,” you sigh as you climb onto the mattress, crawling toward where Oliver’s sitting blindfolded against the headboard. “But I have to admit, I’m sad I can’t see my favorite part of your face now.”

Oliver’s lips pull upward as you sink into his lap, though his hands remain obediently at his sides for the time being. “Then you’ll just have to be my eyes, won’t you?”

He leans in, his lips swiftly finding the shell of your ear with a precise ease that makes you shiver as he continues, “Show me what you’re wearing, sweetheart.”

It’s funny—how even now, when you should be the one that’s in control, it’s still your spine that’s arching for him under the heat of his breath and the deep rasp of his voice. Taking one of his hands in yours, you gently drag his fingertips over the delicate, sheer lace that covers your breasts. 

“This is new,” he murmurs before you can even say anything. 

You nod, though you quickly remember he can’t see and add, “Yes.”

His thumb ghosts over one of your nipples before sliding back to drag careful circles against the sensitive bud until it’s stiff beneath his touch.

“What color is it?”

Biting your lip, you try to stifle the whimper that crawls up your throat when he pinches your nipple, and he smirks—you can never get anything past him.  

“Guess.”

Oliver cups your sides just below the swell of your breasts with both hands, leaning in to mouth at your other neglected nipple through the lacey fabric of your bra. He takes his time, sucking until the fabric is damp and sticky with saliva. 

“Red,” he breathes out.

You blink, moaning softly when he slips a hand beneath the bra and drags his fingers over bare, supple skin. “How—”

You shouldn’t be surprised.

Oliver presses an open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone, dragging his nose against your skin, blindfold still firmly in place. “I just know you.”

Heat licks its way through your gut, and you inhale sharply. 

“These are new, too,” you tell him, directing his touch to the matching lace that hugs your hips. 

But this—

Oliver makes a thoughtful sound as he splays both large hands against your hip bones, eyebrows shooting up beneath the mask as his fingers slide further back.

“Oh?” he chokes out.

You bite your lower lip, smiling triumphantly at having finally caught him off guard. “Well, I thought I’d make things a little easier.”

His hands rove the globes of your ass, fingertips pressing into the bare skin where the fabric of your panties should be (crotchless bottoms had seemed appropriate for the occasion). 

Forehead leaning into yours, Oliver whispers against your lips, “You’re cruel.”

“Am I?”

He nods, tongue sliding against your bottom lip from one end to the other. “I wanna see.”

Fingers carding into the green hair that rests against the nape of his neck, you tug at it. “Use your imagination.”

Oliver’s chin tilts upward as you pull his hair even harder, and he grins. “I have a better idea.”

Between one breath and the next, you suddenly find yourself pinned beneath Oliver’s large form and your rumpled sheets. And really, it should come as no surprise—the familiarity with which he navigates the shape of your body horizontally beneath his own. The way he doesn’t need his eyes to guide his hands and mouth from the column of your neck to the swell of your breasts, from your belly button down to the heat between your thighs. 

Your heart hammers in your chest.

He spreads your legs, humming in satisfaction when the pads of his fingers once again find the hole in the lace that leaves your wet cunt exposed. 

“Being blindfolded is supposed to enhance your other senses, yeah?” He asks, a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he can feel the way your muscles are already tensed with anticipation.

“Yeah, that’s why you were supposed to sit there and be good and let me give you a blow—”

You cut yourself off with a moan of surprise as Oliver buries his face between your legs, eagerly dragging his tongue through your dripping folds. 

“Oliver,” you gasp, your fingers gripping the sheets as he groans against your pussy, nose pushing into your clit while he shoves his tongue into your tight hole. 

He laps at your cunt with fervor, his own hips grinding downward into the mattress. Pleasure ripples through you at a reckless pace, the only thing keeping your body from wildly bucking upward off of the mattress being the firm pressure of Oliver’s hands against your hips. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he pants, his plush lips and dark stubble glistening with your sticky arousal. 

Taste.

Your tight walls spasm, your whines of pleasure at odds with the filthy, wet sounds of him tongue-fucking your soaked pussy.

“Come on my tongue,” he groans, two fingers rubbing against your swollen clit. “Let me feel it.”

It’s a wonder how the blindfold’s still in place, you think to yourself. Your last coherent thought before Oliver stuffs two thick fingers into your cunt. And he doesn’t need to see anything to know how to curl them inside of you, where to apply pressure as he sucks and licks and—

You explode with a burst of white-hot pleasure from the inside out, and clear liquid sprays from your pussy as you ride out your blistering climax on his fingers and tongue.

It’s only once your body’s stopped trembling that Oliver pushes the blindfold up on top of his head, grinning brazenly as he uses his hand to wipe away the evidence of you squirting all over his face—only to pointedly hold your gaze while he drags his tongue from the heel of his palm to the tip of his middle finger.

Still breathing hard, you shake your head. “You cheated.”

“I make my own rules.” Oliver shrugs innocently, twirling the blindfold on a finger, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Now can I see these from the back?”

[m0oncak3]

Jake🔥🔥

I liked the no color one better because I don’t know color theory.

[fortunxa]

anyway for some reason i couldn’t reply to this normally so this is attempt no. 2

── phone model can go three ways:

a fairly new iPhone (a high-performance one, most likely some kind of Pro that can handle her multitude of apps)

an iPhone 4 (because she doesn’t gaf, and she would 10000% attempt the cracked colorful glass look on the back like that one 2012 trend)

a Samsung galaxy Z flip (because she’d love the flip factor for the drama, snapping it shut after an argument)

── phone appearance

bright neon or graffiti-style phone case with stickers

a keychain charm

and her phone definitely has a cracked screen

── (most used) apps

tiktok & instagram (for doomscrolling and brainrot)

snapchat (to send blurry pics with cryptic captions at 3am)

reddit & twitter/X (arguing about mechanics, shitposting, making up conspiracy theories)

discord and she’s an absolute menace in the servers

she has some mobile shooters like COD Mobile

i know her ass has garageband/FL studio on her phone just to make random beats and sounds

a voice changer app (to prank call people)

- find my friends/life 360 (will randomly check up on people’s location and message them if they’re somewhere they’re not supposed to be/show up unannounced)

── random

her notes app is filled with half-baked ideas, ominous thoughts, and cryptic reminders

never closes her tabs

her notifications center is an absolute disaster

nicknames as contact names (Vi = ‘fat hands’ / Silco = ‘the mafia’)

takes pics of literally everything she’s such a shutterbug :(((((

BONUS ── texting style

actually prefers voice messages over actual texts (she’s too lazy to type)

meme replies instead of actual words

spams messages instead of typing a full paragraph

forgets what she was saying halfway through a thought

ok so listen

WAIT

shir i lost it nvm it’ll come back

overuses emojis ironically or to make a point

random internet slang

typos. her autocorrect is fighting back HARD

forgets to reply for hours, then texts 50 messages in a row

if she’s mad, she types fast and aggressively

U SUCK AND I HATE UR STUOID FACE

DONT TEXT ME

ok u can text me but only to apologize

if she’s REALLY mad, her texts become short and passive-aggressive (“K.” or “wow. ok then.”)

should i actually make a proper post? lmk yall those were the basics

AND THANK YOU FOR ASKING ANON!!! 🫶🫶

[hooleidoscope]

I guess I’m on a roll, here. You know what else gets me about the announcement? People being happy about the supposed darkening of demon!Alastor’s skin tone. Listen…I dig a redesigned demon!Alastor. I dig the theory that his hair is still curly and he just fries it with that fuck-ass bob. But “making him look mixed/more brown/more Black because he looks white?” No, that’s not the take you think it is.

And before you come for me, I did it, too…at first. But a lot of y’all need to understand how often mixed people have colorism thrown at us. There is no one way to be mixed or look like a specific group of people. I was partially raised by a Melungeon/Black-passing great-grandma who taught me to be proud of brown skin, but would warn not to be “too dark,” because that’s how she was treated by others and hated having her dark skin pointed out by strangers. My Korean dad and I are often mistaken for indigenous people because we are both brown and “Koreans don’t have dark skin” …and yet my mixed mom is paper white with blue eyes and identifies as white because no one believes her when she says her dad and grandma were brown. And especially existing as a Melungeon person when we can look any type of way because we are mixed by default…it sucks seeing people telling mixed folks how we’re supposed to look when our looks do not define our ancestry or who we are.

And a reminder that Niffty is canonically Japanese and I don’t see anyone talking about how she doesn’t look East Asian, and spoiler, there’s no one way to do that, either. (Again, as a Korean person who doesn’t look strictly ‘East Asian’ to a lot of people). I get really anxious with a lot of my takes on this fandom and whether I come across as insensitive or offensive…but as a mixed person, this hits too close to home.

There can be a lot of shame in being mixed, but as a fandom that is a happy place to a lot of people, please let’s just care about each other and have more dialogue. I have no problem with Creole or Black fans making demon!Al darker skinned. Dark skinned mixed people exist and should be uplifted in media. But please leave any rhetoric about how you think mixed people should look to yourself. We get enough of that in real life.

[earlymorningfoxhunt]

I FUCKING HATE COLORING HOW THE HELL DO YOU FUCKING PICK COLORS

stupid fucking color theory can suck my cock goddamn purple and purple being too close together when on the other background it looked like purple and black FUCK WHY AM I USING PURPLE CUASE ITS IN THE FUCKING DARK oooh trust the process MY ASS UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGG IM ABOUT TO DO IT ALL IN GREY SCALE JUST TO COLOR MAP IT I SWEAR I HATE THIS SHIT SO MUCH PICKING COLORS GO FUCK YOURSELF

[iloveamberfreeman]

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"Oh he's a lot shorter than I expected...."

summary - having a awkward ass conversation with blue beetle as a grocery store cashier.

notes - female reader (but can also be interpreted as gn) / reader doesn't know jaime's blue beetle / fluff / sfw

an - I'm back after like a huge hiatus, srry!! This kinda sucks but remember I'm a 14 yr old so I have the writing skills of a cat 🥀

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You weren't even supposed to be here. Helping out a friend with her part time job wasn't really the best weekend plan you had in mind but that's just the way things go. There you were, standing without a uniform, behind a counter scanning away at overpriced groceries. Beep. Beep. Beep. You fumble for the plastic bags tangled in a rack nearby, trying to make it look like you knew what you were doing. "these shitty ass bags..." You were simply clueless.

After a brief moment of untangling the bags and bagging up five boxes of cereal, a small orange juice, and a box of eggs, you turn back to the cash register. "That'll be 37 dollars and 46 cents." You say, trying to act as cool as possible as if you hadn't cussed out a rack of plastic bags two moments ago. "Cash or card sir?"

The man looks at you, unimpressed, as he digs out his wallet and mumbles bitterly, "Yeah, clearly card.... Who even asks that anymore...."

Literally he can't be talking when he's wearing blue pants and a tight orange shirt, this guy has never heard of color theory.

"uh sorry." You mummer back, tapping your foot against the dusty floor as the guy lazily drags his card against the machine. You've only been here for two hours but it felt like the outside world had gone years without you. The shady windows didn't help either.

After his card finally goes through, he yanks the bags from the rack and staggers away, mumbling something under his breath. Now you're all alone at the register, with pure annoyance practically radiating off of you.

The store was nearly empty, with only a few elder people scattered around wandering away from their children. Or the local rowdy male teenagers.

Occasionally you would see the usual crackhead smoking near the produce section but he was actually chill. Every now and then you gave a brief wave to him, just to acknowledge him. He'd wave back, after taking a long drag of his vape.

Such a boring day. After taking a long sigh and glancing around to make sure there are no more customers you slip your airpods into your ear. If you were going to die of boredom your favorite song should at least be playing.

Of course, the world hates you! Well not really- there was that time you snagged the last bag of rainbow airheads but that barely counts. Not even halfway through the chorus of the song, frantic scrambling and a loud thud can be heard.

Slowly you take out your airpods, gently placing them back in their case. Leaning over slightly, you try to get a better view of the sudden commotion that's happening in the medicine aisle. You're careful not to lean too much in or else with your luck you'd be smack down on the floor.

You take a quick glance up at the ceiling before taking a sharp breath, trying to confirm if what you're seeing is true. A massive pothole size hole was jutting out in middle of the ceiling. The smell of debris and broken ibuprofen bottles, even a flew shelves knocked down. Man what the fuck even happens in El Paso??

You blurt out, "oh my god." Taking in the whole scenery. You never even thought of something like this happening. Sure, El Paso wasn't known for villain attacks like Gotham was but it was still a possibility. You were purely starstruck. Awkwardly you start to wave your hands, trying to get all the customers attention. No way are you leaving the comfort and safety of the cash register.

Gesturing toward the crowd, you yell out, "HEY, GUYS? CAN WE MOVE AWAY....?" Leaning forward a little more, trying to get a better view of the scene, you see your local superhero Blue Beetle. He's scrambling to get on his feet while trying to awkwardly speak over the people.

God, you hate El Paso.

Standing behind the counter awkwardly, you fidget with your fingers, wanting no part in this hot mess. After a few minutes of people fangirling and yelling another employee breaks up the scene, advising people to shop in literally anywhere but this aisle.

Being the noisy person you are, you try to eavesdrop the conversation between the employee and Blue Beetle but the crowd is way too loud and excited for you to catch anything. All that you can hear is the local superhero apologizing every two seconds about the mess and the employee explaining it was, it's literally his job. Clearly this dude was new at the whole superhero gig.

A good three minutes pass and everyone goes back to pretending to be normal, trying hard to not to make it look obvious like they're still staring at him. Well.... you were also part of the problem too. You couldn't stop staring at - No not the employee because he probably wanted you dead after you dropped a box of chocolate puffs, but that damn superhero. It was so awkward seeing a hero in real time.

You didn't feel too bad staring at him since everyone else was doing it in their own way. You could practically see him speed walking in each aisle, tossing things in a basket.

"No way he shops here...." You mutter to yourself, keeping your eyes on him as he wanders around. It was hard fighting the urge to take a photo, then again you really didn't wanna get called out. After all, this wasn't even YOUR job.

Clearly, he must've noticed you staring at him like a dog without a leash, because he just made direct eye contact with you. Well- what looks like direct eye contact, kinda hard to tell if he's looking at you when his mask makes his eyes white. Awkward.

You immediately look down at the floor - or the cash register - or your hands - literally ANYWHERE but him.

Oh my god is he walking over?

Please someone help.

You could see him from the corner of your eye, quicky rushing over to your register. Within thirty seconds of spacing out he was by your register.

you look up at him. He looks up at you. You didn't have an issue with heros, it was just a surreal experience meeting one. This was like meeting Megan Fox. Of course you'd flip out.

You glance at him awkwardly and subconsciously take a small step back, "uh-"

Well, at least you also weren't awkward. He was just standing there too, mumbling under his breath, "hi, ummm, how are you..?"

You just blank out at him, trying to think of what you could possibly say, blurting out stupidly, "I'm fine. What about you?" I mean, sure, it was weird but you still had manners. Even if this conversation was extremely forced.

Quickly he hands you his items. He responds in a more calm tone, still standing like a schoolboy, "I'm fine. I just need some stuff."

You start scanning away at the items, regular grocery store stuff. He was still staring at you, you were still sneaking glances at him each time you grabbed an item. He literally seemed so familiar, but that would be such a weird thing to say. The more you glanced at him the more his mannerisms seemed like one of your friends...

After you scan the last item you bag it up, handing it to him. You tried to seem as poise as possible, but it was kinda hard when he was also looking at you like someone he knew.

"You new here...?" He gestures to your outfit. You sure as hell didn't look like you worked here. He briefly clears his throat and adds with a light chuckle, "NOT in a bad way, I just usually know the people here."

Well you didn't really work here.... If anything you just wanted to go home. "It's a volunteer thing...." You respond back.

"oh. ok."

More awkward eye contact. Pleaseeee, why can't this guy just let you clock out.

"Yeah... Thanks..." He says, checking the bags for a bit. He starts to turn around, before he quickly turns back, adding, "By the way, the road left of here is closed so you'll need to take, uh, the other one."

Dude. What the fuck. You just stare back at him blankly, not even knowing what to say. How did he even know you took that road. Nodding slightly, you just sigh out, "i- thanks...?" And with that he just walked out of the door. At least he didn't break another hole in the ceiling.

You quickly pull out your phone as soon as you see he's out of your view and scroll through your contacts. Calling your friends after meeting a hero is a must, duh. Might as well call Jaime, your little hero obsessed friend to tell him what just happened.

[zadalamia]

hi this is french miku. annoying ass footballer primary schooler + serious traditional franche comté clothing

trad outfit details under the cut

ok so our region kinda sucks for interesting trad clothes especially comparing it to like nice and alsace (even our neighbouring savoie) but i tried to decorate anything that could be in theory.

first on the head, a coiffe, a kind of bonnet tied under the chin, which i made fancy by adding a lace pattern and small frilled edges. you'd have simpler ones for daily work

a caracot, sleeveless shirt ribbed like a corset, usually plain white and very tailored. opens at the front with small hooks(i emphasized them thats my bad). i added embroidery to the neckline as most people would

a pélèrine, crocheted semi-circular shawl (sometimes sewn from wool/silk). usually plain black but i made it blue. listen she has accessto cyan and magenta dyes we dont question it.

a large skirt, ankle-length. often colorful or decorated, especially with dots

a petticoat, often plain with a matching short apron, sometimes striped, to which i added lace edging. i like to imagine miku would own one for special occasions just like her coiffe

and a general detail: this costume is very much for the "peasantry", country-dwellers who farm and harvest every day, so miku would definitely be tanned and generally have a "farmer's complexion" on her face and arms.

not pictured, but mentioned on the page: girls miku's age would wear a charlotte, what's called a mobcap in english? idk look it up lol, but a. i forgor, and b. her hair's too big to fit in one anyway. maybe it's for lore reasons and she's independent, the oldest girl of the house, and wears a regular coiffe for status reasons

anyway thanx for reading this bit. im invested in my regions trad clothing especially since its very rare to find any info on it(and most ancient french things) anymore. https://alwati.com was super helpful for my research! theyre an association who specialize in ancient franche comté music, food, clothes, etc. :)

bye bye now x

[badpanini]

absolutely NOBODY asked for this, but i happened across this clip of jackson publick as the monarch doing pentecost’s monologue from pacific rim and i blacked out and wrote down my ramblings about a crossover. this series is so good for a pacific rim au because there are SO many iconic duos and variety in character relationships:

okay so obviously hank and dean drift compatible, from the beginning to the very end. would be especially compelling for a hank + dean copilot situation with their season 6 onwards selves.

dermott and hank could also pilot a jaeger together but they wouldn’t be as good as if hank and dean did i think, because hank and dean balance each other out more while dermott and hank are sort of enablers of each others behavior and therefore not as aligned.

rusty and jj would be drift compatible in theory but they would fight and bicker and be HORRIBLE at piloting a jaeger because rusty would want to take control and fuck everything up but jj would like actually know what he was doing. and they would fight. so they have the neural link but they just suck at copiloting. also they could make their own jaeger, with jj taking over most of the project because he actually gets shit done while entrusting rusty to do some things for it (perhaps the shielding systems like palaemon) but he sucks at it and then it fails mid battle and they bicker more. they would probably name it some stupid shit like V.A.L.O.R. (venture aegis lethal offense robot) (yes i came up with that on the spot).

pete and billy drift compatible ooobbbbviously. could be some interesting “getting into each others brains/memories” shit there if you consider a link before billy remembered how he lost his hand.

THE MONARCH AND DR MRS OF COOOURSE. they would be so good at piloting a jaeger they would kick ass. the monarch would like have his own jaeger made specifically for himself and he would have a bunch of stupid shit built into it (e.g. ACID MAGNET!). dr mrs would be the level logical ‘chessplayer’ type pilot while the monarch has the energy and impulsivity for the actual combat.

21 and 24 would tooootally be drift compatible but 24 would NOT want to be a jaeger pilot he would be like “duuude im not doing this we’re gonna die” and 21 would be like “dude are you kidding?!! we are SO doing this!! this is fucking awesome i’ve DREAMED of doing something like this!!” and he would be over enthusiastic and clumsy with piloting, partially because 24 isnt feeling it at first but after going for a test run he would totally start loving it. they wouldn’t be great but they’d end up successful in combat in an unintentional way.

to coincide with the events of the season 3 finale, they could have a “raleigh and yancy” moment that makes 21 averse from piloting for a while. he would blame himself for what happened and vow to train hardcore before ever stepping foot in a jaeger again.

the monarch, dr mrs, and 21 would 100% triple pilot (like crimson typhoon) and KICK CRAZY ASSSSS!!!!!! 21 would make them name it some shit like vice royal and it would have deployable wings that slice and stun projectiles and arm daggers like 21’s (and like striker eureka!). it would be that mustard yellow with the visor area of the head resembling bug eyes and the accents would be black and that horrifically bright magenta color.

during the blue morpho arc, the monarch and 21 could pilot a rogue unknown jaeger (like obsidian fury) and “vigilante” around while trying to keep their identity intact.

watch and ward would copilot a guild standard enforcer type jaeger, all black and uniformly made, with red accents and hella tech shit.

brock would be the only person to pilot a jaeger by himself without any repercussions on his health. unfortunately, it does take a lot out of him to do so in terms of exhaustion so he can only pilot in small bursts- but he beats the fuck DOWN for those short deployments. all of the OSI’s top agents are ‘trained’ to be drift compatible with each other but for the most part they just sit in the chair and make sure brock stays stable because he’s usually all they need to secure a situation.

let us not forget THE TRIAD!!!! they would definitely have a triple pilot thing as well, and orpheus would INSIST that they could pilot a “mech” - (i’m thinking, a golem-like husk made of rock/earth?) - all though MAGIC only, and it would take a lot of focus. orpheus would take the helm in terms of magic and actually powering the “jaeger” and making it move, al would be in control of magic projectiles and jefferson would do all the melee combat.

the concept of red mantle and dragoon copiloting is very funny to me so they can be a part of this too.

PLEASE feel free to add, to disagree, to suggest, ANYTHING!!! i may or may not doodle some of these ..

and if you read this far.. i love you, thank you.. we are kindred spirits