#red and green as opposites 💚❤️

[amoritasart]

My favorite visual design aspect of the Wittebane brothers is that they look NOTHING alike. They don’t share eye nor hair color, they don’t share face shape, their eyebrows are different, they don’t even share the same nose.

This is very interesting to me because almost every other character that has relatives shares at ALOT of aspects with their bio families, that it’s unmistakable that they’re related. Eda and Lilith are both super pale, tall, slender, and have the same face shape, Amity looks EXACTLY like her mom and her siblings all share the same eye color and nose. Luz is basically just a teen Camila, and even half brothers like Steve and Matt have the same eyebrows.

And you know, that was something deliberate. In a live action setting you can’t always control exactly how your actors will look, but in a cartoon these characters were made to be so different. And their story is so vague that for all we know “brothers” is what they called each other because they had no one else, for all we know they were both abandoned orphans who found a home in each other . And his attachment to Caleb grew due to being the only person who ever showed interest in his well being.

[floweroflaurelin]

Up next is Shiny Duo!! All of my favourite moments from WL so far have included these two interacting 😆

I had fun juxtaposing their green and red skins to make them total opposites of each other! 💚❤️

[wanderingxiao]

Merry Christmas

Scaramouche x Reader *FLUFF*

Warnings: Smoking, and that’s probably it! No smut this time, wasn’t feeling in the mood for it and wanted something soft :3 ❤️

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone 💚 I hope you all have a wonderful day ❤️ Not proofread

Scaramouche was no fan of holidays, especially Christmas. The obnoxious sound of Christmas music howling in the wind on every street corner, every radio station blasting all the classics people seemed to love. His drives to work had become utterly silent at this point, leaving him to sit with his thoughts. The streets were bustling with reds and greens. Big signs advertising sales or delivery or whatever else companies did to swindle the people into buying more and more and more. It was disgusting really.

The only thing he found enjoyable was his time with you.

Sure, you put a tree, decorated it with Christmas ornaments, hung wreaths, put up small elf and reindeer trinkets, and baked a lot of sweets. But he enjoyed the looked on your face spending time with your family and him. A beautiful smile that could rival the sun would be graced upon your lips. Your laughter ringing through your shared home with him. It never failed to make his heart skip a beat and make him fall deeper and deeper in love with you. Even though the windows frosted over with ice, the snow packed against the asphalt, and the skies gloomy with winter weather, you always made him feel warm.

You melted the walls around his heart years ago.

“I’m going out for a smoke.” Scaramouche interjected, standing from the couch where you and your family sat before making his way to the sliding glass door to the balcony of your apartment. He didn’t care the disapproving glares from your parents, he really just needed a smoke and to get away from the music, bright lights, and Christmas movies playing on repeat. His face was met with the chill of the winter air, soon enough turning his pale nose pink in its icy touch. His slender fingers fished through his jean pockets, pulling out a half empty pack of cigarettes before slotting one between his cracked lips. Just as he was putting his pack back and going for his lighter did the glass door sound in his ears.

“Hey.” It was your voice, soft and gentle as you approached your boyfriend. Scaramouche only hummed in acknowledgment of your presence for a brief second, before finally fishing out his lighter. He held his hand around the lighter, flicking his thumb over the ignition to make a spark. After a few attempts, the spark found the gas and lit a small and weak flame. A warm red burned from the tip of the cigarette as your boyfriend took an inhale of nicotine. “You’re getting better you know.” You said smiling, coming beside him on the opposite side the wind was blowing. He exhaled a breath of smoke, his shoulders slowly slumping as he let out a small scoff.

“It’s only half a pack. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” He couldn’t help but glance over at you. That damned ugly Christmas sweater you were wearing, the fuzzy white and red hat atop your head, and the remains of cookie crumbs peppered on the edge of lips. You still made his heart do backflips. “I know. But you’re trying, for me. I want to recognize and praise you. Thank you.” You looked over at him and smiled warmly, the blank expression on his face remaining, yet you could always tell when his eyes would soften. Your hands circled around one of his arms, your breasts coming to push comfortably against him as you both looked out over the bustling festive city. “I can’t wait till this damn year is over.”

“Well, new years is a week from today. It’s almost over, and your birthday is near.” Ugh, don’t remind him. Just another festivity you insist on celebrating for him. It was unnecessary, especially considering how his background with his family. Yet you always insisted that you were thankful for his birth. In some way it was heartwarming really, but it still never failed to bring bad memories. He inhaled another drag from the cigarette, blowing out the smoke through his nose before looking away from you. He hadn’t even finished half of his cigarette before he was burning it out against the metal railing of your balcony. “B-Be careful when you do that. I don’t want the landlord finding out.”

“I got you a present.” Scaramouche mumbled, glancing back to see your expression. He had never gotten you a gift on Christmas before. Sure he bought you flowers occasionally after rare arguments or brought home chocolate on your period, but he had never actually given you a gift. “H-Huh? You did?” You asked in bewilderment. Your boyfriend was never one to show his affections through gifts or words, rather through actions. He thought the idea of giving gifts just to make someone happy was ridiculous. Everyone always preaches it’s the thought that counts, but in the end people buy each other gifts because of tradition now. “Yeah. I did.”

He turned away from you, fumbling with his pockets for a moment before handing you a small box with a ribbon on top. You took the gift cautiously, staring at it with slight anxiety. Your thoughts were racing of what it could possibly be. Through your 4 year relationship he had never gotten a gift for anyone on Christmas, it must be super special or important for him to have gotten a gift now. The tips of your fingers tingled as the cold air pricked your skin, your fingertips slowly tugging at the ribbon to reveal a small black velvet box. Was it jewelry? Your cheeks reddened at the thought of something so romantic. Replacing your fingers on top, you slowly edged the box open.

There was a ring. A diamond ring at that. Oh and of course he left the price tag on it.

Your eyes almost bulged out at the price, utterly flabbergasted at how much he’d spent on a ring. “S-Scaramouche this is-! It’s beautiful! But-!” He closed the box back before you could finish. “Let me put it on then.” He opened the box back and pulled out the ring, ripping the price tag off and tossing it off the balcony to be taken by the wind. You through your hands up in protest. “No way! T-That’s way too expensive! That’s more money than I’ve e-ever seen in my-“ Your voice died out quickly as he grabbed your left hand, carefully sliding the expensive diamond ring onto your ring finger. “Money doesn’t matter to me. It was on my mom’s credit card anyways”.

“S-Scaramouche-“

“I didn’t hear or see any objections.” He muttered, his eyes softening as he started to see tears welling in the corner of your eyes. He reached a hand to your face, being delicate to wipe your tears away with his cold fingers. “Not like I’d let you anyways.” His arm came to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could still faintly smell the smoke on his breath, mixed with the scent of his cologne that always made you weak. Your smile hurt, your cheeks aching at how wide your grin was. Without a seconds hesitation, he pulled you the rest of the way in, his lips finding yours in a soft and innocent kiss, unlike his fiery passionate ones he typically gives you.

“I-It’s not fair! You- You’re supposed to ask!” You pull away with a laugh. Your new fiancé gives you a light scoff before pinching your reddened nose. “That’s pointless. Your answer would’ve been yes either way. Don’t act like you would’ve said no. I wouldn’t have let you.” You hugged him once more, nuzzling your face against his chest while a few happy tears escaped down your cold cheeks. “Never… I want to be with you forever.” Scaramouche looked out over the city once more, his eyes trained on the full moon that lit up the night, the stars flickering in the distance. His eyes widened as a shooting start blitzed across the sky. “Merry Christmas, Scaramouche.”

His lips twitched, slowly arching upwards as he looked back down to you against his chest.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

[nicomrade]

ok so im curious which opposite colors duo is the most liked (least controversial) as a color scheme/palette

emojis are just examples so its more immediately readable its just the palette in general in any variation of it

[cessmaga]

halbarry week day 1: opposite attract

green and red really goes together ❤️💚

oops sorry if it's rushed and simple I have no idea how to do backgrounds 😭😭 so here they are watermelon bfs

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Johnny 13 & Kitty Redesign Discussion🏍️🍀

I LOVE their OG looks, I like how more grounded and human like they are, especially in fashion. Many people theorize they died in the 80-90’s so I went for fashion more akin to that time. I was def going for 80’s punk rock and grunge with Johnny and a cute 80’s party gal vibe mixed with a little punk/goth for Kitty. Johnny’s looking for trouble while Kitty just wants a nice time. Ngl I also wanted to give off zombie/ghoul like vibes as well, with how human they look.

Johnny🏍️

I ramped up the punk and grungecore for Johnny! Wanted to make him look more rough and tumble with a ghoulish charm.

Made his complexion more tannish.

With how Kitty’s name is Kitty, I wanted to give Johnny a wild dog vibe🐕 I def see Lady and The Tramp vibes with them.

Added a mini ponytail at the back for a little tail. Also made his hair messier.

Added more spikes in his accessories to make him look tougher.

Gave him a spiked choker, to give off a collar vibe for the dog theme.

Added black nail polish(Kitty does his nails).

Made his back teeth sharper, to feel like sharp dog teeth.

With how Kittys associated with green, I wanted to associate him more with red, to show them wearing each others colors❤️💚 Put an anarchy symbol on his shirt.

OG Color Scheme- Gray, orange, green, gold, black, white and gray.

My color scheme- grayish brown, spring green, darker green, greenish tint for his jacket, orange, brown gray, black, white, red and grayish red.

Made his black pants plaid green with red accents. Also added rips into them.

Added a lot more rips and tears in his design.

Added some stains on his jacket. Show it’s been through a lot.

Gave him more scars and marks. Many people headcanon they died in a motorcycle accident and I wanted to give off the idea of Johnny getting the most damage(probably tried to shield her from most of it but unfortunately failed to save her anyway). I also wanted to make his nose look broken and even has a missing tooth.

Gave him dark circles under his eyes like Kitty.

Gave his jacket a greenish gray tint.

Ngl I was going for Murdoc vibes from Gorillaz.

Added pins on his jacket. A skull and #13.

Made his stubble the same color as his hair.

Made his greens more yellowish, spring green. Clovers come out in the spring! Made his boots more detailed and added socks. Some exposed leg skin. Removed his pupils👁️

Changed Johnny’s ring to a simple silver ring with an engraved K. K for Kitty. It’s identical to Kitty’s who wears his first initial.

Made his shadow more dog/wolf shaped and made his eyes red. Also made his teeth less vampire like and added a smoke like aura. There’s bound to be smoke in a motorcycle accident…

Kitty🍀

A huge change was that I wanted to give Kitty a more good luck theme, in opposite to Johnnys bad luck. Because if her color scheme, I went for the traditional four leaf clover. I changed her necklace to be clover designed🍀🍀🍀

Changed her body type and made her more plus-sized. Ngl @letswonderspirit take on Kitty def left a mark on me, I really liked the body change! seriously their Johnny + Kitty content is AMAZING!!!!!.

a lot of people see Kitty as Black because of hair resembling dreadlocks so I went with that as well, hence why I made her nose broader and lips fuller👩🏾‍🦱

Made her skin a more vibrant green💚

Made her eyes bigger and changed her lashes to feel a bit more kitty like. Also added a little upside down heart bump on her top lip like a kitty mouth😺🐈‍⬛

Made her hair shorter.

Added more details unto her jacket

Replaced her black ripped top and red skirt for a black dress with a purple belt.

Made her leggins more gray and added some rips and tears. For the punk look…and being in an accident there’s bound to be some tears.

Added a red sheen on her boots, feel more leather like. Wanted to go for KITTEN heels.

Gave her shine to her purple eyeshadow.

added pins, a kitty and a heart. Cute pins to contrast with Johnny’s tough punk ones.

Switched her black wrap bracelet with a hoop and beaded bracelets.

Gave her fingerless gloves. CAUSE 80′s!!!!!!!!!!!!

Removed the scarf.

Made her purples darker to contrast from the reds more💜

Made her eyebrows the same color as her hair.

Changed her purple lipstick to black and red.

Changed her green pendant into clover shaped🍀 wanted to make it feel like a cute lil kitty collar.

Gave her red lipstick and nail polish. A Kitty showing off her claws.

Added purple hoop earrings, peaking from her hair.

Changed her gold bracelet with green gem to a silver ring with a J engraved into it, J for Johnny💖 I headcanon he made them himself from metalshop or something. 

What do u think? How would u redesign the ghostly duo? I’d love to know💖

[rejaytionships]

❤️ red ― what's your favorite thing about s/i?

🧡 orange ― is there somewhere you'd like to visit with s/i? what would you do there?

💚 green ― what was the first thing you ever said to s/i? why?

🫧 iridescent — Tell us the funniest story you have about s/i!

For whoever wants to answer!

-@all4theluvoflizzy

Hello Lizzy. I am Emmet! Thank you for asking.

❤️ red ― what's your favorite thing about (austin renée)?

Austin Renée is verrry dedicated. Yep! No matter what happens. Win or lose. They are always back at the Battle Subway for another round. I like this about them. Sometimes this is not true of them. But now they are much better at it.

🧡 orange ― is there somewhere you'd like to visit with (austin renée)? what would you do there?

I want to see the Battle Frontier. The one in Hoenn. I will challenge Austin Renée. First to get gold symbols from every Frontier Brain wins. Yep! We love the challenge.

💚 green ― what was the first thing you ever said to (austin renée)? why?

I said what I say to every person on the Battle Subway. Yep! "I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I like Double Battles. I like combinations of two Pokémon. And I like winning more than anything else. So let's start a great battle in which every Pokémon uses various moves."

We met on the Double Train. They were annoying. But they won. And it was fun! Yep! Verrry fun. First of many battles.

🫧 iridescent — tell us the funniest story you have about (austin renée)!

We were at a fair. We had a competition. First to five prizes win. I love winning. And I love prizes. So it was fun! Before we started there was one game. It was the game where you throw darts at balloons for a prize. Austin Renée said they could beat it easy. They were verrry confident. They missed every shot. Not even one balloon popped. Nope! They played it off well. They said it must have been Opposite Day. It was funny! I knew Opposite Day is not a real holiday.

That led to our competition. We tied. It was a great day. Austin Renée confessed that night. Verrry fond day of mine. Yep! We laugh about it now. Even if they admitted it was embarrassing at first. Now it is a fun memory.

[voldemorts-tap-shoes]

IWSC Main Round 2

The Narcissa/Molly friendship fic no one asked for ❤️💚

Shades of Red and Green

Narcissa Black was having a terrible day.

She should have known when she woke up late that morning that it was a bad sign—not that she believed in signs and all that Divination rubbish. Still, it had been one thing after another.

She bungled up her Draught of Living Death in Potions class, forgot her Transfiguration essay in her dormitory, and then, to top it all off, Lucius broke her undefeated streak in Dueling Club. It wasn’t that, as her boyfriend, she expected him to let her win; she didn’t need such charity, as she was a much better dueller than he was. But her mind wasn’t in it, allowing Lucius to take her down easily, and he gloated about it all through dinner.

Which was why she found herself avoiding the Slytherin common room, pacing the seventh-floor corridor instead. She just needed to get her head on straight before she headed back to the dorm. Hopefully, she could stall long enough for everyone to turn in.

A sudden movement caught her eye, and she drew her wand with a speed that would have served her well had she mustered it during Dueling Club. To her surprise, the corridor remained empty. However, a door had materialized in the opposite wall.

Unsure of what made the door appear or where it led, Narcissa continued to hold her wand aloft as she approached. She pushed it open and found the room beyond just as empty as the corridor behind her. It was cavernous but mostly bare, and Narcissa’s gaze landed on the large easel in the center. A blank canvas stood proudly on display while the easel was flanked by a small table to the side and a stool in front of it.

Tucking her wand back into her robes, Narcissa stepped into the room to examine its offerings. Now that she was in front of the easel, the other supplies drew her attention: brushes of all types and sizes, a smock, and a dizzying rainbow of paint colors.

The array was almost overwhelming. Narcissa was a self-taught artist—she had never broached the topic of formal classes with her parents—and what the room had provided exceeded her level of expertise.

Narcissa glanced around the room again, expecting that she had walked in on someone’s makeshift studio, but found herself perfectly alone.

The walls of her bedroom at home were covered with her artwork—it was nice to have a creative outlet, and the act itself was quite soothing, especially after a day like today—but she didn’t have the time for painting at school, nor the inclination to bring her supplies with her.

But this… It was as if the room had appeared for no other reason than to give her the opportunity to paint her troubles away. How strange.

Deciding it was best not to look a gift hippogriff in the mouth, Narcissa replaced her outer robes with the pristine smock and took a seat at the easel. Without a specific end result in mind, she splashed colors onto the canvas in a way that could only be attributed to instinct and let herself drown the sorrows of her day in a sea of acrylics.

By the time she finished, it was only a few minutes before curfew. Narcissa applied a quick-drying charm to the painting, grabbed the rest of her things, and hurried back out into the corridor. The mysterious door vanished, and Narcissa gave a longing look to the spot on the wall where it used to be, too distracted to realize she was no longer alone in the hallway.

“Oh, hello, Narcissa.” Molly Prewett greeted her warmly, and Narcissa bit back a groan. Of all the people.

“Molly.” Narcissa kept her tone clipped as she moved to brush past her fellow student. Though she was sure her demeanor was doing nothing to invite further conversation, Molly didn’t receive the owl, and she fell into step beside Narcissa.

“That’s beautiful,” Molly said, motioning to the canvas still dangling from Narcissa’s fingers. “Did you paint that?”

Narcissa wished she had shrunk her artwork and stuffed it in her bag, or better yet, left it in the mysterious room. Bellatrix gave her enough grief about her hobby at home, and she didn’t want to hear what the rest of her housemates would think of it. Most of them couldn’t be bothered to busy themselves with such trivialities as modern culture and art that wasn’t a century old, and they weren’t particularly tolerant of those with a softer side, as Lucius had once put it with disdain.

A snappy retort sat on the tip of her tongue, and she was struck with the inexplicable desire to tell Molly she had stolen it—perhaps that would be more befitting for a Slytherin, more in line with the cold-hearted reputation of her house. But Molly’s wide-eyed sincerity gave her pause, and she replied simply but honestly.

“Yes.”

“You’re very talented. That room is quite something, isn’t it?”

Narcissa frowned at her. “You know about the room?”

“Oh, yes. I don’t know that many do, but I use it quite often.”

“So…you paint?” Narcissa wasn’t sure how she felt about sharing her passion with someone like Molly Prewett. What did it say about her if the two had something in common?

“Not as well as you, but it does relax the mind, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!” Narcissa blurted before she could think better of it. She felt a rush of gratitude that someone understood, even if that someone was Molly. “Do you know how it works? The room, I mean?”

“It appears in a moment of need, equipped with whatever you need it for.” They reached the staircase where their paths would split, Molly toward Gryffindor Tower, Narcissa heading for the dungeons. “Goodnight!” Molly chirped, much too perky for Narcissa’s mood as the blonde witch muttered a reply and began her descent.

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[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

What the hell are you lookin’ at, bitch?

Do you ever get a little emotionally carried away (in thought) when noticing someone else’s seemingly better life — while comparing it to your own — and find yourself thinking “what a bitch”...haha...what did they do to have such a great life? Living like their grass is sooo green on that side, and I’m just over here rolling around in whithered, grayish-brown, end-of-the-season type shit. ???

Yeah...me, too 🤔🤭🤫

Waiting for the red to fade around my hairline and around my ❤️

No matter what we endure, we must build again, and here is where we start...origination. Every day is a new and original creation of imagination. The sense of existence is created by our senses, and we have the personal power (same as the energy of star dust) to make our reality what we envision it to be.

Her grass is not greener than mine.

His is not greener than yours.

No one’s life is better or worse. Everyone’s life is just different because we are a diverse species. When one is going through struggle and another is not, at that point in the timeline, does not mean the person who is currently experience blessings will not eventually experience hardship and adversity (and vice versa) — because as humans, we all experience both good and bad circumstances throughout the duration of our lifespan.

Not one of us lives a perfect life.

We all go through ups and downs, just at different times. So it would seem like someone else’s “grass” is greener, but that’s only because you’re seeing it that way because your own perception of your own grass is going through a low right now, while the greener grass you’re seeing of someone else’s life is currently on a high. When they’re on the low and you’re on the high, your “grass” will appear “greener” to them.

FYI: this is genuinely a post about philosophy and metaphors and meanings of life and people in general — not about the stuff you smoke, so please get your head out of the clouds lol 💨🌬

I think the real issue is: working on controlling the way we perceive our own life and our circumstance. Learning to, regardless of adversity or blessings, do our best to see life as a whole rather than a singular event that we’re experiencing alone, but a collective where we’re experiencing it together. Understanding everyone really shares the same grass, and our lives are more comparable and relatable, than oppositely divided...one can begin to debunk the theory of greener grass on other sides.

We are all on the same side — the side of living.

We all walk upon the same earth and breathe the same air. Warmed by the same sun and quenched by the same rain. Our burdens and our blessings are one of the same. Too, our love and survival and existence is one of the same.

Our struggle is of love and despair, but it is within the boundaries of our human condition that we find the greatest understanding of all — forgiveness.

Forgiving makes everything a little greener.

When you forgive the idea that someone else or their life is better than you, you free yourself from the burden of envy. When you forgive the idea that because someone has more money than you, they are worth more, you free yourself from the burden of greed. When you forgive the idea of thinking someone is prettier than you, so they must live a better life, you free yourself from the burden of vanity.

Every human on earth succumbs to the burden of sin. No one is free from that all the time. We all fall short of the glory and grace and mercy of our creator because we are the creation. It is before us the obligation to not hold into such high accounts what we don’t have, and not even what we have, but the beautiful gift we were given to be able to create life.

To be a product of creation and be capable of creating reality within and around ourselves. That is everyone’s greenest grass 😇

So you see...sharing one another’s lows means we also are blessed to share highs, and what better way to create a great life —because we’re all in this together 💚

[vexillist]

Day of the Flag — February 7 — Grenada Today is Independence Day in Grenada! 🇬🇩 This national flag is spicy 🌶️🌶️🌶️ literally. That's nutmeg you're seeing toward the hoist. Also, she really is that wide; the proportions here are 3:5. Quoting Whitney Smith on Britannica.com, "Officially hoisted at midnight, February 6/7, 1974, this unusual design has a diagonally divided background of green for vegetation and yellow for wisdom and the sun. Around the edge is a red border, symbolic of harmony and unity. The seven yellow stars stand for the original administrative subdivisions of Grenada. This design is typical of the striking new patterns that many Caribbean countries selected to avoid the more common vertical and horizontal tricolours." The aversion to tricolors and other, more traditional templates in the Caribbean illustrates one of a number of ways post-colonial/post-imperial flag families have formed a visual vocabulary in opposition to the one associated with the foreign powers from which the fought to free themselves. [Check out the use of color combos in the Pan-African and Pan-Arab flag families!] [V=] ❤️💛💚 #flags #nationalflags #dayoftheflag #flinsta #grenada https://www.instagram.com/p/CZsrLDQMcU9/?utm_medium=tumblr