#really pale and dark colors🤔

[himlis]

that's exactly how I flew to another city😔

[toras1]

Hey, why do you draw Dark Cacao so ashy/pale? This isn't meant to be rude or anything, but the color of his cookie design is already a deep, warm shade of brown, which is a human skin tone. I personally think your design of dark cacao would look so much more accurate and better if you drew him with his real skin tone, maybe give him vitiligo spots if you wanna keep the pale parts of his skin. It'll make your design of him really stand out and look more beautiful

Mostly saying this cause I know you can draw chatacters with darker/tan skin, I just don't know why you make DARK cacao really pale 🤷🏼‍♀️

Hmmmmmm 🤔

Probably because dusty and pastel colors are part of my style? Don't you think?

I ALWAYS use these colors. Besides, my Dark Cacao has quite a dark skin. In color it is quite similar to cocoa powder which you can buy at any store. And the colors often change a lot when I render my pics. And when they surrounded by other colors. Theory of colour, haha!

You can poke the colors with a pipette, and you will see that all the colors in my works are dull and tend to gray, my dear)

By the way, he's Asian. Are you a racist and don't recognize the existence of Asians?

[kingcunny]

🦄 for the dance era targaryens

🦄 - Characters' physical appearance

dance era targs (roughly) oldest to youngest

rhaenys. tanned/olive skintone. takes more after jocelyn than aemon, but got aemons pale lilac eye color. not buff, but toned, swimmers build almost. when i read f&b for a sec i misinterpreted rhaenys “hair streaked with white” line as not referencing her age, but as poliosis.

and i think thats a really cool look for her so im keeping it :) if i can get a little anime with it, its reversed in laena and laenor. silver hair with black streaks.

daemon . more silver than gold. pale skin. pale purple eyes. looks just alyssa, big ears, crooked gap-tooth smile. but didnt get her curly hair or freckles. strong but also not built, lithe. for Some Reason having facial hair makes daemon want to die 🤔 so hes obsessive about staying clean shaven no matter where he is. notible then, that while he was hanging around harrenhal waiting for aemond to show up he hadnt shaved in weeks.

rhaenyra . takes more after viserys than aemma, but cooler coloring than him. silver>gold. rich purple eyes. wavy/curly hair. she also got alyssas silly ears and smile through viserys, as well as his sense of fashion. dresses in dramatized valyrian style, not at all historically accurate but looks sick as fuck. canon traits: fat, big nose, long braid, lots of jewelry.

aegon ii and helaena both take more after viserys, aemond and daeron after alicent.

aegon ii . flushed, bloated, alcoholic face. yall know that bit in the beginning of disco elysium when harry stumbles into the bathroom and starts groping his face talking about how much it sucks and how badly it hurts? aegon2s daily morning routine. sallow skin. gold>silver. tries to grow a mustache to look like viserys but he managed to dodge both viserys and ottos facial hair genes, ends up with a little pencil stache. canon trait?: fat

helaena . shorter. rounder face and softer features. pale purple eyes. freckles. crooked gap-toothed smile. wavy/curly hair. canon trait?: fat

aemond . tallest out of anyone here. skinny and lanky. not an ounce of muscle or fat on him. silver>gold. cooler skin tone. freckles?

daeron . i know the book says daeron had the valyrian look but i like thinking that he DIDNT. and thats why he got sent away to military school oldtown. hes kinda fucking with the greens whole “rhaenyra is a SLUT just LOOK at her children its obvious :/“ ive been picturing him with brown hair (from alicent) and purple eyes, but i saw this one fanart where he had the silver hair but green eyes and that looked really cool too. tan skin, freckles. shorter, but strong. curly hair.

baela and rhaena are fraternal twins, not identical. (baela wishes they were identical) they take more after laena than daemon. im kinda thinking about having one of them inherit laenas reverse poliosis, but im not such which. i do think it should be only one of them though.

baela . black/mixed. stockier build. i like the idea of her having short box braids, with the beaded ends. or short twists, especially in this half up style. feels very baela. likes to wear pants+dress like a man. light green/mint jewelry for moondancer, but otherwise doesnt really like to dress up. crooked smile.

rhaena . black/mixed. long goddess/butterfly locs. hair usually done up. always a bunch of jewelry and accessories in her hair. soft flowing fabrics, pastel colors. pink for mo(u)rning, maybe she also wears green for moondancer. lots of jewelry.

jacaerys . out of all of rhaenyras children, including aegon3 and vis2, jace is the one that looks the most like her. little brown haired boy version of nyra. has the valyrian nose if not the colors. wavy hair, not as curly as luke+joffs. darker skin. tall but bad posture so he looks shorter than he is. purpleish brown eye color. able to gain the most muscle.

aegon iii . very skinny. pale, sallow skin, deep set eyes, dark eye bags. straight, lank, hair. cutting scars on his chest. silver>gold but barely even silver, more white. also got alyssas gap toothed smile, but he never smiles so you wouldnt know it. essentially looks like a living ghost. canon traits?: purple eyes so dark they look black.

viserys ii . gold>silver. tan skin. freckles? curly hair. chubby and shorter.

if anyones not mentioned here its either because they died as a child and i dont have any strong opinions about their appearance or i forgor

[nerdieforpedro]

Wyrms and Soggy Milk

Chapter Three of Fire and Fury

Pero Tovar x Calista (fat/plus size OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Arriving at the church was supposed to be a reprieve, it proves to be anything but. By the end of their continued troubles , Pero ends up confused and in a tub. Calista may have the advantage.

Warnings: (Dark Fic/DDDNE - violence and threats of SA) time-period misogyny, blood, mentions of some gore, insults, mention of sex work, way too much milk talk, unlawful use of scales (unsure if there's a lawful use?), Pero in a tub

Word Count: about 5.2k

Notes: I tried my best with writing fight scenes, I think the chapter ended up long because of it but they should make sense. It’s my second or third time writing one so I’m hopeful? 🤔 Let me know how it reads.

Main Masterlist/ Pero Tovar Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Meeting the Father

The sun hung low in the sky by the time they reached the church Pero and William had stopped by before heading into the forest yesterday. The trio had settled from their bickering as fatigue and hunger quieted them. Father Ignacio spotted them in the distance. He recognized the two men, but had never seen the woman before, she didn’t look like anyone from his flock from the nearby village.

As the small group comes closer, the priest is able to make out more details about the woman with the two mercenaries: this does not bode well for him. He was hopeful maybe she was older, but she appears young, full-bodied with a silver and light green dress stained with blood. Her hair is an unusual mix of the same mint green and black. What draws Father Ignacio is her lips, a vibrant bold pink. Such a color on a woman and given her clothing, he assumes that the two men have found a woman of the night to share for the night possibly, though there is something about her that doesn’t quite fit with the usual defeated look of those women. For one to enter the church, he must make it clear to Pero and William that no matter what they may have paid for, no such activity can take place under God’s house.

“Hey Father! I found him! I found Pero! You were wrong, though I’m not quite sure what happened after but we’re all okay I think.” William bounced up to the older gentleman and hugged him. Pero scoffed and Calista stood behind the Spaniard. She’s weary of men in robes, they tend to call her kind the embodiment of evil and try to hunt them. Not that any of their so-called holy relics to any more than make dragons itch. She feels vulnerable since she knows she’s weaker than normal. 

“I see that Will. Who is your lady companion? I don’t remember either of you mentioning a third person.” Father Ignacio’s eyes are fixed on Calista, those sinful lips, bright honey eyes that have what looks to be paint on her eyelids. Some of the noblewomen wore adornments like that on their faces. Draws men into temptation, makes them commit acts they wouldn’t normally. But she cannot be turned away, the sun is nearly gone from the sky now and darkness is taking hold of the heavens. Such horror would befall a woman like her if left alone. “What is your name my girl?” The priest didn’t mean for it to sound vulgar, but she brings it out of him. He’ll need to be far away from her but this woman proves captivating. The Father would rather not put too much distance between them. A healthy about, room enough for The Lord if you will.

“This is Calista. We rescued her from some wolves in the forest. She’s staying with us so we can see her into town. She got lost while traveling.” William explained and Pero nodded. Ignacio assumed that what the pale one said was indeed a lie, but one to likely preserve her dignity given who the priest believes she really is. 

“That will not be acceptable William. She’ll need her own room. This is the house of the Lord after all. Come. Let’s get the three of you cleaned and fed.” He smiles and William returns it, Pero does briefly and Calista doesn’t smile at all. They follow the older man into the inner part of the church past the congregation hall. He stops and points that William and Pero will share a room at the end of the long hallway they have turned down. Calista’s room would be in the middle of the hallway since normally there are men studying to be priests there but given the notoriety or the forest, few come to accept the call. 

“I would prefer to stay with my protectors, good sir.” Calista informed the priest, feeling the words were foreign on her tongue. He’s been watching her this entire time. She may be a young dragon and had limited experience in the human world but she knows how many men view women, especially men whose eyes follow her with such clear intentions. Instinctively, she crosses her arms to cover her chest, much of which is exposed from the low cut of her dress. Now he wishes to separate her from the group, such a basic tactic.

“I agree with the lady Father. She is our responsibility and should remain with us.” Pero steps between her and the Father. He knows men like this priest, who act holier than most but if given the funds, access and anonymity, they would live in a brothel. Father Ignacio takes a step back, the Spaniard is intimidating to say the least and the priest is sure that he has no qualms about spilling blood in a house of God. William is watching the exchange between the three and is trying to think of a compromise, it’s a bad one, but it’s better than being run out of the village for killing this man.

“Father. Pero. Let’s just sort this out.” His hands are raised as the pale warrior speaks. “Now, Father,” William turns to face Ignacio, “Miss Calista is under our protection. We can’t very well leave her unattended and unguarded, that would go against the agreement we’ve made to see her safely home.” He slaps his palms on the Father’s shoulders and smiles. “Now I believe, there should be two sleeping quarters next to each other because I know that’s what your true issue lies despite it not being a true concern at all.” The priest begrudging looks at Calista, then Pero, and back to Calista. He is not convinced that there will not be some sort of illicit activity happening, but it is also a fair alternative. He has lost this round, but the battle is not over yet.

“Fine young William. I shall show you all two rooms that should work and are side by side.” The older man huffs and walks down the long hallway and turns the corner. Neither William nor Pero realized the church was quite this large when they first came here though they’d only been in the vestibule and chapel, never any further. Calista’s head is swiveling side to side observing the tapestries hanging on the wall, gold and silver adorning the walls and various prayers etched in Latin. That part seemed strange, usually words aren't etched into the walls of churches. There's too many questions raised about these priests here to Calista, but she remains silent for now. She needs to keep playing the part of the helpless woman. She hated the role and that it was closer to the truth than she would ever admit. The four finally reached the two rooms that Ignacio had to offer. Each room had two twin beds, were clean, had a nightstand and two candles each that could be lit for light. There was a door in the middle connecting the two rooms, the priest said that he would be right back with a change of clothes for each of them. The three inspected the rooms and were satisfied by the accommodations. 

“I'm looking forward to sleeping somewhere soft.” Calista plopped down on one of the twin beds in the first room, Pero was finishing up a walk through of the second room, it was quick as both rooms were equally small. William nodded, sitting across from the young dragon on the opposite bed. He sighed and was trying to figure out better sleeping arrangements, this wasn't what he expected from a man of the cloth. He looked for the good in people which wasn't always there, no matter what their station or profession. Pero stood with arms crossed, scowl on his face per usual, except this time he was squinting his eyes at William.

“William, we can't stay here. I don't care what you told that priest. I know you're still recovering from what that gray dragon did but you saw how that bastard-” He raises his hand and Pero huffs. 

“Look, I know Pero. How was I supposed to know he was like this? He's a priest!” William laments, rubbing his temples. Normally, the church takes any and everyone who walks through their doors. Apparently, the two mercenaries have the unfortunate luck of finding one of the corrupt ones. Always their lot. One break, could they just get one break?!

“You can't trust any of them. They're all assholes. How are we getting out of here?” The Spaniard is set on leaving. Calista rolls her eyes and stands to pinch Pero's nose. “Mierda (shit)! What was that for?!” He quickly grabs his nose as she takes a step back, clicking her tonuge. 

“You two are ridiculous. Yes, he is disgusting, but there are warm beds and you're forgetting that I am a dragon - human form yes, but a dragon. It will be in that priest's best interest to leave me be. If he does not, he'll go meet the god he speaks of.” Her eyes flash jade to match the wicked smile that graces her face. Pero throws his hands up and sits on the bed opposite William where Calista once sat. 

“Do what you want, dragón pequeño (little dragon). You're clearly going to.” Pero still hates this entire idea. He'd sleep outside at this rate, and he always prefers a bed over the ground any day. Calista was about to make another remark, but there's a knock at the door. Father Ignacio is back.

William is the one who answers the door, he knows if Pero answers it, he might punch the father in the face to start. A forced smile is on his face as he greets the portly priest, hopefully for the last time tonight. “I brought changes of clothes for all three of you. You can wash up before eating.” Is what the older man leads with. Gods, he won't quit will he?

“Thank you Father. We're tired so we're just going to wash our hands, eat, sleep, then be up early in the morning. Want to get Calista safely to the village. Need an early start for that.” At this point, just having food and uninterrupted sleep are luxuries. Frowning, Ignacio nods and carries the clothes as he walks the trio to a small wash area where two seminarians are finishing up cleaning their hands before quickly leaving upon seeing the two mercenaries. Their eyes linger on Calista as it's rare for women to be in this part of the church outside of the nuns who visit on occasion and especially during the night. After washing their hands, sitting down to eat a meal was not the worst. Their bellies were full for the time being and the stew had a passible taste. The walk back to their rooms was unaccompanied by the good father. Pero insisted that Calista sleep in one of the twin beds and William sleep on the floor. He could use one of the mattresses. When asked why he would be the one to sleep on the floor, Pero snickered.

“You made a fuss about stopping in at the local church. Even though I told you we would have been better off to skip it. That's your bed.” At this, William sucked his teeth. Yeah he had told Pero that, but in all the other churches they've visited in their travels, only one other priest was filled with something other than the holy spirit.

“Fine. I'll just be happy to be on something other than the ground, though it won't be much better. As long as I can finally get some sleep.” Pero and William dragged a mattress off one of the beds in the other room and placed it on the floor. Calista gave William her blanket stating that she was still warm from the stew. 

“Don't complain you're cold later.” Is all Pero said before pulling his blanket over himself and rolling over to face the wall. William and Calista looked at each other and sighed, they exchanged goodnights, “Be quiet. I thought we were all supposed to be sleeping.” The three drifted off to sleep for a few hours. But one of them woke up. 

Getting out of bed, Calista thankfully retained her enhanced vision, able to see Pero and especially William so she wouldn't step on him. She exited the room and stood in the hallway. It was slightly cooler, but her body still felt so warm, from the inside out. She ate the same soup as the two men and neither one of them was awake. Was it because she's a dragon and not used to human food? She recalled where the mess hall was and assumed there should be a kitchen not too far from there, somewhere she could get something to drink, preferably water. She passed by one of the seminarians who directed her to the kitchen and walked with Calista, even pouring some water for her. He asked if she wanted to be escorted back and she declined stating that she won't be long, she misses her warm bed already. He gives her a slight bow and leaves which gives her pause, why would he bow? She leans against one of the counters, sipping the water slowly, she's hoping that will make the cool feeling last a bit longer.

“Your senses have become quite dull Calista. You have fallen quite far, you might be in what the humans refer to as hell right now. Quite ironic given where we are.”

Calista’s back straightens and she gags on her water, coughing as she spins to turn in the direction of the voice. It's a man who's a full head taller than her, but still shorter than Pero. His build is slender, but muscular. His voice is high pitched with every word wounding like a sneer. She knows it all too well, but what would he be doing here? It's much too soon, neither her nor Pero are ready to encounter him here. They're both still adjusting to their new forms. 

“Nothing to say to me sweet Calista? Where is that fiery spark that cut me before?” Setting the glass down, the young dragon slowly backs up, keeping her eyes focused on her would-be attacker. She knows he will, just a matter of when, she's still burning up, even after finishing the water. “Trying to leave me so soon. You want to run back to your new human toy? I wasn't aware that was your type. I could see how I would not be a match for you. That matters little, it only means I'll have to work that much harder to breed you.”

“To hell with you Acanthus! I will never allow you to.” Her eyes flash jade once more and she lengthens her nails into crimson claws. She'll need to fight to have a sliver of a chance to make it out. Focusing is so difficult. He closes the distance as she jumps back, only to be caught by Father Ignacio, he was not only a filthy minded priest, but a wyrm. A lesser dragon that can be under the command of a young, great or elder dragon. His facial features have contorted into a longer, more reptilian face with a long tongue that slides across Calista's cheek while his black claws dig into the flesh of her shoulders. She shakes side to side to try and free herself, but she's too weak to even escape his grasp. “Dammit! Dammit!” Calista tries to call for Pero, summoning him using the same mental command she used when he fought her mother, but she can't seem to connect with him. 

“Her skin even tastes sweet, Master. May I have a taste? While she is in this form? She is of little use to you in this form, yes?” Ignacio's speech has become subservient and simple. How did she miss it? What else has she not picked up on? Her senses are truly this poor? Did she miscalculate how much of herself she transferred to Pero? Acanthus smiles, his skin has a gray pallor to it, even in his human form that makes him look like a ghoul, matched with his yellow eyes and red lines on his neck, it isn't that far off from his dragon form. 

“I may allow you to do so my minion while I watch. She'll be begging for me afterward. This one is quite depraved and that's coming from me as you well know Calista.” Her eyes widen at the implication, she spits on Acanthus’ white and silver robes. “What makes this better is that you don't even know why you can't call your toy? Did you not notice the change in your body? I had the good father behind you add something special to your bowl of soup. A few of my scales for seasoning. You didn't forget what that does right?” His thin fingers cup her chin as she stares at him, realizing the gravity of the situation. Consuming his scales means that she's connected to him. Even for the week that he held her captive, she managed to avoid eating them, no matter how hard he tried. It was why she was so hungry, eating anything in his lair could have meant a loss of control. Maybe due to her essence bond with Pero, that's why she wasn't under his command, but it also meant that she couldn't reach him either.

Dreams into Reality

Tovar doesn't often remember his dreams. There's darkness and then he awakes, lives, sleeps and repeats. Tonight is the first time in a long time that he dreams. That damn dragon is in his dream, holding his head on her lap. Stroking his hair, never would she do something so tender. She hates him and he hates her too. He is aware that he needs her to stay alive, that much is certain. That disgusting priest pops up, leering at Calista, but Pero doesn't move, head still in her lap and neither does she. Fire begins to burn around them and they disappear, the next thing he knows is that he is standing. Calista is in front of him, but that dirty old man is holding her arms behind her. Why won't she break free? Pero knows she's strong enough, but she's crying. He hears a man's shrill laughter and Calista screaming.

Pero awakens with his head pounding, he notices a faint green glow in the room, it seems to be coming from his head, the left side where his scar is. “What the hell is this? Is this what happened before? Wait…” Pero looks over at Calista's side of the room and sees her bed empty. “Godammit this fucking woman! Get up William! She's gone and likely in danger!” Rising out of bed, Pero kicks Will's side and grabs his broadsword and small swords, arming himself before leaving the room. Will is soon right behind him still groggy. Tovar finds that he can't pinpoint where she is, just a general direction. “This way!” He starts off down the corridor but is met by two of the seminarians. “Choir boys out of the way lest I cut you both down!” Will draws his sword as he and Pero watch them change into large snakes.

“If I ever mention, setting foot in a damn church again. Punch me hard Pero and remind me of this moment.” Will lunges toward the first snake cutting its head off with ease, the purple blood that splatters on the wall eats away at the tapestry and stone. “Be careful! Looks like the blood is high acidic!” Pero makes short work of the other snake, lobbing its head off and having some of the blood splash on his cuirass, it eats through part of it, exposing the leather under the iron. The two men race toward the mess hall where they hear a scream and a crash.

The white dragon is laughing as he sees Ignaco bleeding from a severed arm. “Master, why will you not help me?!” He whines, Acanthus sits on the counter shaking his head. His master had promised him a taste of this dragon turned human, to play with her before he took her back to his lair. Ignacio almost had her. Calista had been pinned to the ground, but she was able to get in a fire breath directly in his face. It didn't hurt him much, but with her claws she was able to take an arm and use it to get a few hits to the wyrm’s head before it broke in half. The entire ordeal was entertaining to the white dragon. Watching his future broodmare fight filled him with an unwarranted pride, the mother of his hatchlings needed to be strong after all. 

Battered and bloodied, Calista didn't see a way out alive. Her best bet would be to end her life while killing this wyrm. If she tried earlier, Acanthus would step in and let the wyrm have her arm or no arm. If she did so after, she would risk trying to overpower the white dragon which she knew was impossible in her current state. it had been difficult enough in her full dragon form. There were no good options, but at least Pero might be none the wiser and would go peacefully in his sleep, maybe. He may have been a rude bastard, but he did try and help her for the little time she knew him. She could have been nicer, but it was too late to dwell on that now. “Maybe he wasn't so bad. Not a complete reprobate.”

“That right arpia pequeña (little dragon)? Only upon threat of death do you say something nice about me? Dragons have the same manners as humans then.” A silver blade met Calista a few inches away from her face, leaving her covered with purple blood. It didn't burn her nor her dress as both were naturally resistant. The wyrm fell to the floor convulsing in pain from the hole in its chest.

“Master…help me. I…my promise…” Its eyes alternated between Calista and Acanthus, ending on its Master as the light faded from them. Pero and William leaped to stand in front of Calista as she smiled, a genuine one at the both. Her focus quickly turned to Acanthus who wore a similar scowl to Pero's now.

“The two rats have come to play have they? No matter. I'll kill the pale one and separate your limbs from your body so you cannot pursue us mercenary.” Red and white flames gathered in his hands as he got off the counter.

“Why the hell are you calling me pale? You’re the one who looks like spoiled milk!” William shouts and Pero snorts. The white dragon answers with a fireball in William's direction, he rolls out of the way, but now the wooden counter is on fire. Pero uses the opportunity to try and slice Acanthus’ head off, but the dragon catches his blade with his hands, his surprise is that his hands are bleeding.

“It seems the bond you have with her is stronger than I thought. No matter. I'll still kill you.” He pulls Pero's broadsword down and breathes white flames in the mercenary's face. Calista threw up a jade barrier to protect him, it did but unfortunately it broke. William took the opportunity to sink his sword into Acanthus’ side. The white dragon growled and threw the pale mercenary off, his sword still stuck in his abdomen. “Filthy human scum!!” The villain's eyes turn white and flames simmer from his body. Calista recognizes the pattern on the flames, Acanthus is preparing for a large-scale attack. The young dragon pulls Pero by his chainmail and dives near William to huddle the three of them together and forms another barrier.

“Brace yourselves! I don't know if I can completely block it!” Calista raises the jade again. She's forgone her crimson claws and is focusing all her energy into the barrier. Pero places a hand on her shoulder and feels some of his energy fading, he leans his forehead on the back of her shoulder. Will huddles close to the both of them as the heat in the room intensifies and the flames off of Acanthus’ body are becoming brighter. All three of them close their eyes to prevent being blinded and there's a loud boom coupled with an explosion. 

They thought they would be knocked against the walls of the church, but there were none anymore. William was the furthest back so he ended up hitting some rubble on the side of the church. Only one wall far opposite of the kitchen was left standing, the rest had either been completely obliterated or were dotted pieces of smoldering stone embedded into the ground. William’s sword that had been stuck in Acanthus’ side was sticking out of one of the nearby stones, flung from his body. The sun was rising and Pero was face down in the dirt once more. Twice in two days. “Fuck…” His entire body ached but it at least felt like he had all of his limbs. His head is ringing and he can at least make out shapes though given how much rubble is everywhere it doesn't help much. There's some movement that he can make out followed by a deep growl. Pero assumes that's the damn white dragon but that when his sight finally clears upon hearing the word ‘bastard’ screamed with a wet gurgle. Acanthus has his hand on Calista's throat, her claws are much shorter but she's making cuts in his forearm, he's lifted her up off the ground. 

“Did you enjoy your last little bit of freedom? I think I will kill them both. I’ll figure out a way to end the one with the scar. That bastard burned my hands? How much of yourself did you give to him?” Acanthus bends his arm to close the distance between them. He sees the fear in her eyes buried underneath the hatred. “You care about one of their ilk? They vilify us despite us only bothering them if they trespass on our lands. Such a horrid fortune I have that you are the only viable female our clan has to offer.”

“Then go find another one asshole.” Calista continues to struggle, she won’t go with him willingly and not without a fight. “And yes I prefer Pero to you.” She laughs and spits blood in the white dragon’s face. “Will’s right, you do look like spoiled milk. A dingy shade of white.” He spins her around and throws her against one of the larger pieces of remaining stone. The young dragon gasps, coughing up blood as she attempts to move but cannot. Her body isn't allowing it. Pero is able to stand to his feet as his left eye glows a bright jade again, only this time, green flames have gathered in his right hand.

“Stay the hell away from her you soggy fucker!” Acanthus expects to be able to stop Pero, maybe even a burn this time as well. He did not anticipate being pushed back and needing to dig his heels into the ground. Their fingers were interlocked and their flames burning in nearly equal amounts. It was the first time Acanthus had appeared surprised during this entire ordeal. Neither of them were giving a quarter as the ground began to sizzle. “What's wrong? Is one of the filthy humans holding you hostage?” Pero taunts and hears the white dragon growl. 

Calista is finally on her feet watching the two men be evenly matched. It occurs to her that they might be able to kill him here. She focuses and circles behind the soggy dragon, putting all the energy she was left into her right hand, sharpening her scarlet claws. She starts running, building momentum to strike him from behind and hit him square in the chest for a final blow. In strengthening herself, Pero weakened slightly, enough for Acanthus to push the mercenary back and change the angle at which her attack was going to hit. She was going too fast and couldn't change her direction. Her claws went through Acanthus, but missed his core. Thankfully, it was a strong enough hit to have him cry out in pain. Tovar attempted to bash his face in, but a white barrier repelled them as the grand dragon held his hand over the hole in his chest.

“You bitch…the audacity to harm me?! Next time I will end you, all of you! To hell with breeding you, you'll suffer a slow death Calista.” Acanthus attempted to transform into his dragon form but found that he could not. “The hell have you done to me?!” 

Calista pointed to the back of her hand that was covered in his blue blood. Half of one of her magenta scales was missing. It glimmered within the hole in his chest, the scale itself was seeping into the surrounding tissue, weakening him. “Looks like you're on our level now, spoiled milk.” He screamed a string of curses while extending white wings from his back and taking off. Pero stood up and helped the young dragon to her feet. “Ran like a soggy bitch.” The Spaniard laughed at the woman's foul mouth.

“We survived. How did you know that would work?” He was curious if she'd planned that far ahead. Pero retrieved his sword and Will's then scanned the area for him.

“I figured if he could poison me with his scales, I could do the same. I didn't know if it would work or not. That was some favor with whatever gods there are.” Placing her hands on her lower back, she stretches and points to a large piece of stone where Will is slumped over. Tovar and Calista make their way over and are relieved to find William breathing. 

“Figured you'd half ass something again. Do you ever plan anything woman? You're the fucking dragon.” Pero scoffs and puts one arm of William’s over his shoulder as Calista does the same. 

“Oh? When's the last time you fought a grand dragon Pero? Or bonded someone's soul to yours? I'm new to all of this too. Stop your complaining and show me the way to the village. Maybe this time we can actually sleep in a bed for more than a few hours.” Calista rolls her eyes and walks side by side with Tovar to balance Will between them. They mainly bicker most of the way.

Once finally at the village, they decide the best course of action is to leave Will with a woman who he saved on one of their last jobs here. Her husband may have suspiciously died during said job, but unexpected things happen as a mercenary. Pero did offer her two gold coins to care for him, but she offered to do it for free. Instead, the money was used for a room at the inn. Tovar was surprised that Calista did not argue for a seperate room. 

“There's a lot we'll need to discuss and take care of Pero. No need to waste money.” Is what she told him which he was fine with. They have needed to talk about what changes both their bodies have been through since this entire ‘bonding’ process has taken place. 

What Tovar is confused about is why Calista is standing before him while he's soaking in his large bathtub on the floor. Naked.

Chapter Two. Chapter Four

[papirouge]

Do you think about how white peoples white washed Mary of Nazareth too with Jesus? I see a lot of wrt as her being pale always wearing a plain veil and white dress, when if we see historically women of that time, wouldn’t she be darker? Wearing colorful clothes and some jewelry of the culture? It’s just weird that a lot of art depicting Mary/Jesus/Joseph (I know those weren’t their actual names either) as white and simple to represent how pure they were

Oh I do & that's definitely why I don't care the slightest when whites are screeching about WoKe cuLtUre and how everything has to be brown and gay and trans lol They did the same when it was opportune for them to do, but it's a problem now that the tide turned and that corporations changed their tune to appeal for more demographics?

"that's not realistic" are you guys really talking about the realism of black characters of fantasy shows? Dumbasses... Literature genre are not owned by a race. Otherwise yall should have the same energy to seethe against those white actors being shoved in live adaption of anime (which interestingly doesn't arise the same outrage when it's non white actors..🤔)

Jesus was not White - he definitely looked Arab/semitiv. You know, those Arab/semites that modern "Christians" mock for having big nose, looking inbred and ugly..

Adam and Eve were most likely brown/dark skinned (because made out of soil), but on all documentary you see of them they're White or olive skin... The next Superman better be a Pakistani disabled trans for all I care.

[peppermintbuttlemon]

from Twitter/X about his dick 👀

"8.55 inches long. 3.75 inches wide. cut. curves slightly to the right. tip is 9B6C5C brown, shaft is a 5B3E31 shade. three distinct ridges, the longest ranging from the base to the tip on the middle left side. expulsion is macaroon cream, he’s trimmed but not clean shaven."

we are agreed? opinions?

Um that sounds painful and like a yeast infection waiting to happen. I’d comment on the color but I actually knew a guy who was super pale but had a really dark dick. In a dark room the rest of him was fluorescent but his peen was nowhere to be found 🤔

[katyspersonal]

First, WHERE?? People don't even know that unused vileblood might be Vileblood Drifter Leo, let alone having discourse! Second, I will try to unravel what I can but yeah, everyone who still doesn't know that Cainhurst has connection with Pthumeru Ihyll 8 years later deserves a place in the lore inaccurate babies jail xD :') (Crow I see your salt in the og tags sfjhjdfds)

Okay OKAY real talk though, in any other context, Leo being albino would work very well! But Bloodborne very COINCIDENTALLY has a species of superhumans known for their super dark circles under eyes and platinum hair, sooooo, you know:

The unused vileblood has fogged eye effect, true eye color underneath is very red, though. We are not really given much on the eye colors in this regard, except for Arianna's eyes having strange pink color:

As for the hair color Annalise and Arianna get after the birth of the Great One, it seems to be specifically loss of melanin, this hair is not platinum and nor it is grey:

We can't have sliders for Annalise, but for Arianna it is, uh... well, when you use hair bleach, this is pretty much the 'colorless' hair! That extremely pale yellow shade 🤔

Maria's hair is not blonde or platinum, but the secret third thing ('ash-colored' hair):

We can see that 1) the lighting in the game DOES make it very 'yellow' looking 2) her eyelashes are the same color as her hair no matter what and 3) her eyebrows are white (same with Doll), and for all we know it might be intentional since nor Maria neither Doll can have their eyebrows visible normally because of their headwears, so developers had no reason to model her eyebrows at ALL.

And now, finally, we are getting to the wig thing:

We can see that 1) the Knight Wig is not just the ribbon, but also a decoration that resembles the platinum- well AKTUALLY silver hair (yet for some reason Maria is wearing JUST the ribbon) 2) Guards of the Queen also have their helmet decorated with the tuft of silver hair 3) Knights on the portraits in Cainhurst do not have Knight Wig depicted - no ribbon, and sure no silver tuft 4) whereas ingame Knight portraits have female Knight with red hair and male Knight with hair that seems peach/blonde/strawberry blonde/whatever color, cut content DOES depict them with what looks like grey hair 5) this goes together with Maria's concept art, where she also has... a change in color of her hair:

Alllllllright... *takes a deep death*

Exactly like @heraldofcrow said, the case of SILVER hair is something Pthumerian, but at the same time something servants of the Queen WANT to happen with them. They have decorations in their headgear that resembles silver hair, which might imply that silver hair is what happens as sort of... hmm, maybe a complete blood/curse mastery, that their Pthumeru Ihyll ancestors accomplished, but Vilebloods themselves did not from what we know of. Notice how Maria and the two Knights having silver/grey hair remained only in the concept art and didn't travel into the game, Maria was implied to OBTAIN silver hair after tapping into her blood magic for REAL, and the unused vileblood (presumed cut content Vileblood Drifter Leo) was... well, UNUSED. Seems like developers decided to keep Vilebloods as those who never managed to repeat the "success" of their ancestors, so they've cut the vibe.

Then, Annalise and Arianna losing their hair color =/= the case of silver or grey hair! It is that pale yellow 'demelanized' color instead. I am not sure why it happens as the result of divine birth, it is up to interpretation 🤔 My headcanon is that Leo was amongst Cainhurst nobles who displayed Pthumerian ancestry since birth too much. And I do know that Crow headcanons that proceeding to consume Queen's blood does eventually make one's hair silver, which can work I think (because I know ya'll can't accept the fact that Bloody Crow's hair might not be canonically silver lol xd).

As for eyes color, it is complicated. Pthumerians can have pitch black eyes like Queen Yharnam or Pthumerian Elder and Descendant, or pitch white ones like Chapel Dweller.. Maria has greyish-green eyes. Arianna has pink-ish eyes which no one else in the game has, but the closest thing we have to them are weird 'greyish red' eye color that almost every brown-skinned character has:

1) Henryk's set implies some ties to Loran, as well as his set having been known as Set of Gremia in beta (and Gremia used to be name of Loran before it was given to a guy) 2) Suspicious Beggar that turns into a Loran beast is brown-skinned too and shares exact slider for a mole on the nose with Henryk despite otherwise face data being rather different, that might be implication of their relation 3) Heir rune that Henryk dropped too is found in Yahar'gul, whereas 5 out of 7 seen Yahar'gul hunters are brown too. Basically? 🤔 Loranites were Pthumerians too, just another branch of them, but Arianna's eyes color might be relevant to Pthumerian heritage too! Yet even Leo's eye color that is supposed to be very red is 'toned down' in a very similar pale greyish red tone with clouded eye effect. So, as cool and sexy as more saturated red "vampiric" eyes would be, I think it is more likely that the color would be diluted. When it is not "irrelevant" color (like Maria's green eyes) - it is kinda desaturated shades of red!

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Okay, I hope I've been able to help with the observations! I don't KNOW whether to count the ghost of the castle (commonly referred to as Bound Widows) because.... well, they are specters... Their hair DO seem silver, I just don't know whether they COUNT. So I didn't bring em up. Also want it to be written in the protocol that I'll die on the hill that Maria's brows being grey is intentional.

P.S.: @heraldofcrow, scared of debating Val, are you? xd

”Maybe Leo is albino, maybe Leo is just Like That (tm)”

IS HE THOUGH? WHAT ABOUT MARIA WITH HER PASTY WHITE LASHES AND HAIR? IS LEO REALLY AN ANOMALY?

Let’s talk about why Cainhurst knights wear those white wigs specifically, why every Pthumerian in-game has white hair, and how their DESCENDANTS probably WOULD HAVE HAD WHITE HAIR AT SOME POINT, why the women chosen to bear blood children lose their melanin and get white hair afterwards. Let’s talk about how white hair is just a Cainhurst-Pthumerian thing in general!!

It’s the blood. It’s the fuckign blood gdbhs. It turns their hair white or some shit and that’s why the knights wear wigs, because they WANT that to happen to them. They just are restricted from it the way the guards are or something. SOMETHING.

I don’t know what the explanation is, but I know that Leo the Vileblood Drifter is not albino. Fight me.

Yes, I’m still being a petty bastard about this fhdj. Yes @ lore council, I am vagueblogging you, come fight me (Val is exempt. For now).

[screeching-0wl]

This might be a silly/funny question, ignore it if you like lol

Recently I started to worship Ares, and been gathering things for his altar. I asked him what color he would like for his candles using my tarot deck, and I received all green cards twice 😅 it was indeed a suprised since I expected something among the red, black or gold, so I asked him why. He seemed to shrug and answered in a cute dad voice that "I'm just tired of red." (The card itself is red with many green in the middle of it)

By no means I think the typical colors people associate him with are invalid, I just find this hella interesting. So I wonder if you know from any sources that the green color is associated with Ares 🤔 otherwise have a great day, I love your blog! ✨

Lmao, this is awesome! 🤣 I mean, I kinda get you! Sometimes Ares requests "unusual" offerings, so just things that might not be the first to come to your mind when thinking of offering something to a god of war or whatever and when I ask "why?" he just responds with "why not, though?" 🤷‍♂️ It can be about the most random things! ���

But anyway, I can't think of nor find any ancient sources that would directly link Ares to the colour green. However, I suppose I could think of some possible UPGs (at least IMO).

So, first off, the Ancient Greeks had a very interesting way of speaking about colours. They were quite descriptive, take the famous "wine-faced/wine-dark sea" for example, right? Yes, they could still see the colour blue. It's unlikely that the colour palette their eyes were capable of seeing was drastically different from the one of modern people. It's more of a difference in language and culture.

The colour green was sometimes grouped together with blue. The words that could be used to describe them more literally were:

κῠᾰνεος [kyáneos]- usually translated as a darker shade of blue or perhaps cyan but could also generally mean something dark. The word was even used to describe Zeus' eyebrows!

γλαυκός [glaukós] - could be translated as "gleaming" but later it could've also been used to describe blueish green, light blue or grey.

χλωρός [chlōrós] - it could mean something like light green or even yellow but was also used to describe something pale, blooming, fresh or unripe. It was commonly used in the context of food. But this word could as well mean something like "vigorous" or "in one's prime".

How could one connect green to Ares UPG-wise? Well, it's true that it's not really considered "his colour", so might seem odd and out of the usual but some of my ideas here would be the association of seafoam green or cyan with Aphrodite, his lover or this greenish colour a piece of bronze ancient greek armour might turn with time. I can see a small similarity to the third word since Ares also has an epithet [Aphneios] meaning "abundant" or "the giver of food/plenty" and he's a god of war after all, right? A good soldier would be expected to exhibit plenty of vigour! The colour green in general could be associated with prosperity/abundance and good health/strength.

Another little fact I could add is how in ancient texts armour was said to have been decorated with a dark-blue enamel, e.g. Agammemnon's breastplate (Homer) and Herakles' shield (Hesiod).

I don't know if this will be helpful in any way but if green works for the both of you then... I guess, why not? 😂

[lexapenndari]

Not really trying on lipsticks here.

Just playing with a lipstick filter 👄

Ideally, my makeup kit has four lipsticks:

One pale and light 💄

One dark and bright 💄

Two somewheres in between 💄💄

... kinda like this.

I wonder if any of these filter shades is Dark Autumn 🤔

#SelfLove #Clothing #Colours #Couleurs #Colors #Colores #ColourAnalysis #ColorAnalysis #SciArt #DarkAutumn #CustomPalette #Caygill #VibrantAutumn #Fashion #Stewardship

[purpledivaa]

I kinda went to do a social experiment on social media : i asked some men on omegle some question that i will state later . (Keep in mind that omegle is full of fake ppl , scammers , weirdos . This experiment was only for entertainment and fun )

● what do you look for in a woman ?

● brown/dark or pale skin ?

●straight or curly hair ?

The answers as expected were the same . They at first give a answer , a less honest one and then the famous :boobs and ass . But i also got some other answers and one answer i liked is a the reply of a man who is 29 yo he was from an asian contry i forgot it's name and he said :the " je ne sais quoi " they have that indescribable sort of thing . I think he was the only one to give such a pretty answer he also talked about how he was such a hopless romantic . I tried to analyse his answer he sounded like a decent man ( at least through our talk , he was so respectful )

And then that idea come to me :men will not believe in love and feel the intensify of it unless they are hopless romantics . And the majority of the women whom I've had some deep convos about love they all seem very passionate and hopless so it made me think if women were born like that or they thaught themselves this or they have beeen thaught by society to be like that . 🤔 or they just have higher IQ

Some answers i thought were funny are :

> anything i guess ....... blonde hair ? Just funny and kind

> heartbeat would be fine .. just not a mean ass hole

> very hot in bed , intelligent in office and very fun while traveling

I also got other answers but they are the typical ones 🙄 ifyk yk .

Let's move on to the : *brown/dark or pale skin*

( all skin colors are beautiful, please don't get offended , i asked out of curiosity)

This one was surprising since brown/dark skin got the most votes . No offence i think brown / dark skin is beautiful ( I'm a women of color too ) but i always thought that pale skin was the standard but i guess lately the attention is shifting to tanned / brown / dark skinned women . At least in the western world . By contrast i think when they answered ( brown / dark skin ) they have several things going in mind : ( the next points are just suppositions)

First they thought i was just an insecure dark skin person searching for validation , either they didn't wanna hurt my feelings or they wanted to make me feel better to take advantage of the fact that i am a woman .

Second they didn't wanna be seen as racist . we all know that whenever someone expresses their preferences when it comes to skin colors , they get attacked some even got cancelled .

Third they meant tan not really dark skin because i asked one of them why they choose this option and he was clearly describing a white women ( natural blond hair ) that uses fake tan . And i suppose that men have pretty much the same standards .( They all think the same lol ) that's why i had doubt on the answers i got . They weren't very specific and i guess it was a fault of mine to not ask for further details .

Pale skin came in second place , then tan skin and finally" either " some insisted to not choose an option .

I still have one last question to treat . I have to go study now 🥱🥱

[foreveryourinspiration]

So, I'm probably a Vampire 🤔

I have an allergy to UV rays so I try to avoid the Sun as much as possible.

I'm allergic to garlic.

I am a night owl 100%.

I get really low on iron often.

I have a stomach condition that literally makes eating solid foods painful, so I drink liquids for nutrients half the day and soft foods the rest.

I mostly wear dark colors and I'm really pale 😅

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