#teal jacket with white hood

[detco-hell]

the hardest part of his existence is pretending he's not dead inside :/

[episode 165 - The Disappearing Detective Boys Case]

[seawardboundsammy]

after many months of work, I reveal my magnum opus. The Sidestep Battlejacket.

pov: ortega seeing sidestep whole for the last time

Holy shit! It's finished!!!

This was my final for my costume design class and it took. so long. Weighing in around 800 pounds in faux leather and spikes, this is by far the most polished and focused battle jacket I've ever made. also noting that typically i wear big glasses! i just had to show off sidestep's eyebags (my hair is always teal though! ult fave color). The prop gun is a nerf gun covered in so much paint.

This design is based off my sidestep Arbor's suit combined with the dog themes sidestep has (eg: bite the hand). More thoughts and wips under the cut!

So this jacket has actually existed in some form since 2020. I bought this leather jacket with the intention of covering it in studs and spikes and then i petered out half way through. Then, after sitting in my closet for 4 years, i finally started back up on it.

These images were my gospel through the project. The design on the left was made a while before and then you can see in real time how i developed my ideas. I had the idea of the front side being "sidestep" and then the back side with the teeth being "retribution/vsona". like a mullet of trauma. the gun was made to match the organic flowing designs of the jacket, to fit the arboreal theme.

the painting of the teeth was a painstaking process filled with much masking tape and clean up. the arm stripes were free handed in a mad dash to the finish. I used Angelus Leather Paints (which i bought WAY too much of, a little goes miles also its so good not sponsored its just good paint) and every section got two coats of white and two coats of teal. The only exception was the orange which is much more transparent which took more coats and hand cramping with those letters. (which btw! no stencil! just moving my brush around all silly style).

i really wanted a prop to make the jacket into something that actually feel like a cosplay, so i hunted down the most sci-blaster nerf gun i could find on amazon and threw gallons of paint at it. the experienced among you may note that nothing wants to stick to that smooth of plastic, but with a solid sanding and angelus acrylic hardener i made it work. originally there were more stripes but it looked busy. there were also going to be two charms for charge and anathema but i um. forgor.

unsanded vs sanded (and some acetone to remove paint) vs final

the hood! good god that hood. that was ripped off an old hoodie and then i found a shirt at a thrift store that just happened to match the color perfectly. its. attached. if you know anything about sewing, please look away from this evil seam. the purple is just to keep it from fraying btw, the actual connection to the jacket it with a much thinner thread in big stitches as to not weaken the faux leather too much. also you can see where i was testing the paint lol.

if you read to here, thank you!! im so proud of this thing and i cant wait to wear it everywhere (when the weather allows.) have a sleepy steppy as a treat for sticking around

[sharowolet]

Firefly and pkmn friends! Bug type specialist but they pack a punch

[ID: digital drawing of firefly with 6 pokemon team and 3 standby pokemon. Her portrait outfit is a white collar blouse with her yellow ribbon and a black jacket with blue/teal gradient on the hood. She is holding a sparkler. Her main 6 pokemon are lokix, butterfree with a yellow ribbon around the neck and can gigantamax, volcaroma, scizor with scizorite, volbeat, and escavalier. Her 3 standby pokemon are wimpod, anorith, and shiny litwick.]

[whizzinpast]

Autograph

Log 2600.04

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Ivan (Alien Stage), Till (Alien Stage)

Pairing: Ivan/Till

Summary: Ivan talks to a fan. He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know his face, but he does know he has a strange inclination towards losing things.

Personally, he finds him very delightful.

“—she saw it, I saw it, we all saw it. It looked like a segyein took a dump and rolled in it all across the platform. Really smeared it in. All the toilet paper got painted red.”

Ivan chuckled. Coincidentally, the marker that the artist was using seemed to be painted red as well, most likely as a result of the incident.

He raised his sugary drink and sipped from the straw. “I’m starting to notice a pattern.”

“That so?” The artist drawled, his head lowered at the sketchbook in his lap, his second one. The first one laid next to two cups of espresso, both emptied in a manner of minutes. It was a ratty thing, that book. All his books were. They preoccupied the artist’s attention, so direct eye contact was scarce. Ivan barely saw a glimpse of a light, blue-ish color in the shade of his hood. Teal, perhaps. It was really hard to tell.

He placed his drink down and leaned against the table. “You’re very careless with your belongings.”

“S’not my fault I got more important things to worry about.”

“Yes. Like your—“ An idea formed, and Ivan pulled a random sheet of paper out of the sketchbook. His companion guffawed, bony hands reaching for it, but to no avail. Now he could properly see all the shades of gray imbued into his skin, his eyes, his hair. If the hoodie he wore under his white, sleeveless jacket wasn’t maroon, Ivan wouldn’t have realized that his eyes are green. He tilted his head at his discovery with a pleased grin.

“Sheet music,” he flipped the page over, his gaze flying over the dreadful handwriting. “With the dullest bridge I’ve ever seen.”

“Shut up,” the artist snapped, his tone a little sharper than what he was used to hearing. Ivan was immediately addicted.

“Hm. The lyrics are off. Is this supposed to be a ballad?”

“Mind your fucking business.”

“Well, I’m proficient in ballads. If you need assistance—“

Finally, he snatched the paper out of his hands. Ivan let him.

“Your girl’s here,” he mumbled as he flipped the binder of his ancient sketchbook open and attached the ballad to a page with a crooked paper clip. So many drawings were attached in the same manner. It was really a shame he never showed off his work.

Ivan looked out at the street, and noticed his Guardian’s pristine white vehicle. He hadn’t even noticed how much time had passed.

“So she is.” Rising from his chair, he called out to the bartender to pay for their drinks. It was customary, and the artist never protested.

When all was said and done, Ivan offered the man a picture perfect smile, snaggletooth included. He wished he could offer something better, but the expression was long engraved into his facial muscles, too deep to be scraped off. “Thank you for your company. I hope to see you again some time.”

He pivoted on his heel, white coattails fluttering, until—

A grip on his wrist. A yellowed sheet of paper in his face.

Ivan blinked in confusion, then relaxed. He took up the artist’s pencil and the sketchbook, holding it carefully with his palm so his signature won’t end up too shaky. “I’m starting to think you’re auctioning these behind my back.”

“No, I’m—“ The artist’s thin lips twitched. His fingers readjusted the white, vandalized scrap of a jacket worn over his hoodie. His most eccentric piece of clothing, Ivan concluded. “Careless. I got careless. One got caught in the segyein shitstains. Acrylic. Whatever.”

“You’re lucky I enjoy doing this.” Ivan finished off his autograph with a flourish, cherishing the sketchbook’s texture before he handed it off. “Cheer up, sir, and good luck with your ballad.”

The artist didn’t respond to that. He never did.

As he entered the vehicle, Ivan leaned against the darkened glass to see him stagger forward, full of hesitation, only to bump into a rushing passerby. It took him no less than a millisecond to raise his middle finger and spout obscenities.

Ivan felt the silliest giggle bubble out of his throat. What a funny man.

“You should report him.”

His head swiveled to look at his co-passenger. Sua’s empty eyes stared through the glass, glued to the hooded artist as he shuffled his sneakers in the street and pulled at the seams of his fingerless gloves. “He’s been stalking you for two weeks now.”

“I know,” Ivan grinned. “I’m flattered.”

Sua’s fine brow lowered to her eyelids, a rare wrinkle rising on her temple. “He still has a gun in his backpack.”

He did. He never appeared without it.

His presence was consistent at Ivan’s favorite café. In spite of the place he claimed for himself, his silhouette smeared the small establishment like a splatter of paint. Ivan found the sight strangely mesmerizing, and he continued to stare long after the scenery in the window changed.

Sighing, Ivan hooked his arms above his head, shifting to one side, then another. He hadn’t stretched in the last two hours he’d been sitting in that café. His side was stinging again.

“He’s not dangerous. Just lonely,” Ivan said with confidence as he pulled out a black marker out of his coat’s pocket. The red acrylic on its surface chipped a little. Red flakes stuck to his fingertips.

“I should really bribe him for a name one day.”

[frootbyethefoot]

august 28th 1996

[ID: a digital drawing of susie lavoie, julie kostenko, frank morrison, and joey, (in that order) from the legion (dead by daylight.) susie is a white woman with long, split dyed hair, the left side being pink, and the right side being teal, braces, acne. she is wearing a tealish blue hoodie, a red plaid skirt, black tights, and fingerless gloves. she is looking towards the camera and smiling awkwardly. to her right is julie, who is a white woman with long, blonde hair on the right side of her face. she is wearing a black jacket, a gray shirt, a gray hood, and camo pants. she is smiling happily and has her arm wrapped around julie. to julies left is frank. he is a white man with short, brown hair, the tips of which are dyed blonde, and a bit of stubble. he is wearing a red baseball jacket, a dark gray shirt, and brown pants. he has one arm wrapped around julie, and another wrapped around joey. he is looking towards the right and seems chill. joey is a black man with short black hair, wearing a black jacket, a light gray shirt, and grayish green pants. he is doing a "devil" sign with his left hand and is smiling. the background is snowy, with a few pine trees in the background. END ID/]

[mallowbees]

@vanivanvanilla @thegalacticbucket @joebraltar @xxswagcorexx @korkynormy man thats a lot of @’s! anyway-

Some guys! Some dudes! :D This was very fun to draw. I don’t have them cropped to be usable emotes obviously, but if anyone does want to like adjust and edit these so they can actually be used as discord emotes in your personal fan servers or something absolutely feel free. (oh yeah also an extra vitalasy in there, as a treat)

[ID: The bottom two images are requests from tumblr post comments and the ask box. They read as the following: “vanivanvanilla: vortex and sleepy perhaps?” “thegalacticbucket: Planet and UwU!!!” “joebraltar: jaron smug” “xxswagcorexx: ashswagg and violence.” “korkynormy asked: How about some bashful parrot?” “Anonymous asked: ashswag + angy”

The top image is 5 drawings in marker of the corresponding lifestealers and emotions and the additional non-requested Vitalasy.

First is Vitalasy, he is a guy with a shadowed face in a black and purple gradient trimmed hooded cloak. The top of his hood shows the shape of two animal ears and he has an orange fringe peaking out. He has a fox tail that is wagging. He is grinning with closed eyes holding a light red heart.

Second is Ashswagg. He a light brown skinned guy with black hair with light purple strips and lavender eyes. He is wearing a purple suit jacket, dark grey vest, lavender shirt, and black tie. He is surrounded by purple and black pixelated glitches. He is gritting his teeth with a red anime anger mark next to him.

Third is Planetlord. They are a pure white person with clouds in the shape of hair. He is wearing a blue, purple, and pink gradient hoodie and headband with white star specks on it. His eyes are closed in an “UwU” face with their hands by their mouth. Two yellow sparkles are next to him.

Fourth is Vort3xdragon. He is a light skinned guy with light brown hair. He is wearing a blue hoodie and has small black horns and sunglasses. He has a pink blanket draped over his shoulders and his face is resting on his hand. Three Z’s are next to him to indicate tiredness.

Fifth is Parrotx2. He is a green, blue, and yellow parrot, He is wearing a fancy clock with a hood. The top half of the clock is a teal to green to yellow gradient lined in white ruffles. The bottom half if a dark blue to light blue gradient. The clock is held shut with a blue diamond shape. His wing is behind his head as he smiles bashfully.

Sixth is Yeah_Jaron. He is a light skinned guy with dark blue eyes and light yellow-brown hair. He is wearing a brown hat and trench coat, white button up, and red tie. A hand holds out a knife at him and he leans away smugly with his hands up.

End ID]

[thebibliophilevigilante]

Under the Red Hood

Name: Jason Todd

Alias: Robin, Red Hood, Batman, Arkham Knight

Hair Color: Onyx with a tuft of white streaked through his bangs

Eye Color: Teal

Powers and abilities :

Peak Physical Condition: By matching his former mentor in combat he has proven that he is physically superior to most Olympic athletes, just as Batman is. His strength, reflexes, stamina, and endurance are roughly comparable to that of Dick Grayson, though his litheness is not.

Master Martial Artist: Jason is a highly skilled combatant trained by Batman. Although he was always more of a brawler as Robin, following his resurrection, he gained more training and demonstrated himself to be far more skilled than before. This is shown when he fought his former mentor and Nightwing to a standstill, when Jason held his own against the Green Arrow in a sword fight, and when he overpowered Tim Drake at Titans Tower.

Skilled Acrobat: In his training as Robin, he had been taught acrobatics and gymnastics routines.

Skilled Swordsman: Jason has been shown to be skilled enough to hold his own against the Green Arrow in a sword fight until he ultimately lost.

Skilled detective: Jason has shown some skill as a detective most notably in Outsiders#44 and #45.

Multi-Lingual: Taught by Batman, Jason is fluent in several languages having spoken English, French, German, Italian and various others with Russian being his weakest.

Polymath: After be adopted by Bruce, Jason received excellent education and tutoring from both private tutors and Bruce thus, has deep knowledge in many subjects, including Science, Math, Medicine, Geography, Criminology, World History and English. If you ask him his favorite, it would definitely be English/Literature.

Intermediate Bomb assembly and Diffusal: Taught by a world renowned bomb expert in Russia, Jason is able to assemble and defuse a wide variety of conventical explosive devices, from improvised to military grade designs. It is yet to be determined whether or not he can diffuse Nuclear devices, in contrast to Batman and Damian’s demonstrated ability.

Vehicular Driver: Jason has driven a variety of vehicles from cars and boats, to being trained in the Middle East by an ace pilot to fly helicopters. His main vehicle of choice is a motorbike.

Strength Level: peak for a 6-foot, 225-pound young man with rigorous physical exercise.

Equipment: His Red Hood costume consists of charcoal-colored cargo pants, a charcoal-colored Kevlar chest plate, a cognac leather jacket, and of course, his iconic red helmet that modulates his voice. His weapon of choice would be his Beretta, but he has other tools in his arsenal as well. Batman was always known for being a walking armory, and Jason learned from the best.

Weaknesses: None…not like he’d disclose, anyway.

((Information gathered from Batman Wikia))

Main Background: Jason Peter Todd was born on August 16, 1986 to Catherine and Willis Todd. Willis was an alcoholic, abusive husband and father and eventually went to jail because of it along with the fact he used/dealt drugs and was a hired hand for Two-Face. Catherine was a drug user herself, and was eventually given an overdose (theory is by the Joker to get Jay out of his house or something along those lines). Jason thought her dead and lived on the streets of Gotham, until one dark night. He was stealing the tires off the infamous Batmobile when Batman caught him and took him under his wing. Jason eventually became known as the second Robin and remained such until he was 17. He found out Catherine was still alive somewhere in the Middle East, and he set out to find her. It turned out to be a cruel trap his mother was in on with Joker. Jason was beaten with a crowbar to within an inch of his life and then trapped with his mother, until the place exploded. He died of asphyxiation due to smoke inhalation that day, April 27, 2003.

Grief-stricken and heartbroken, Bruce had him buried at the cemetery on Wayne Manor. The only problem was, Jason wasn’t really dead. He had to claw his way out of his own grave, bleeding, wet and dirty. He ran away until he came across this bakery, breaking in to grab himself a loaf of bread due to the overwhelming starvation. That’s when Talia al Ghul, master assassin daughter of Ra’s al Ghul, found him and took him to the Lazarus Pit where her own father bathed to remain youthful. Jason was completely healed…physically. The Pit was a gift and a curse, giving him new life but warping his mind. He trained under the al Ghuls and the All Caste for several years, learning the ways of the master assassins before returning to Gotham and taking up the mantle of Red Hood.

[goszixx]

Greater Good

Note: My bad for the longish break! Finished my essay though!

Warning: two men :), anal fingering, anal pen, no protection, Megumi is spider man?

“It was for the greater good.” Yuji uttered out loud, his back pushing the cushions of his chair. The red leather made swirly patterns with the black, the name of his mother’s company printed on the back. White letters ran down the side to spell out the college student’s name.

Thick thunder blanketed his ears, lightening sparking in the dusty clouds. Rain patted the fire escape outside as city lights reflected in Yuji’s room. His own hair ran damp, his skin tanned but covered by his puffy jacket. “Is that what you were going to say to me again? Megumi.”

The young adult turned to his best friend, his eyes zoning in on the blood dripping down his cheek. The raven’s emerald stare was hooded, his body concentrating on breathing. Air practically bursted out of his lungs from how fast he swung here. In the rain, through the storm, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the scars on his body, the gash through his thigh. Even with police sirens screetching in his ears, he needed to continue forward.

Even though chaos was a normal occurrence in the day of the life of Spider-Man. This last event was different. His best friend of 16 years saw it, saw him. Megumi has been Spider-Man for two years, which means he’s been lying to his best friend for 24 months. “You�� need to listen to me.” Megumi puffed out, squeezing his mask in his hand. He opened his eyes to look into the cold stare of Yuji’s.

Green eyes softened as soon as his naturally cold exterior would let him. Yuji kept a straight face, but it couldn’t help but waver as a groan left Megumi. He pressed his hand on his thigh and tossed his mask on Yuji’s bed.

Weakly, Spider-Man rose to his feet, his teal and black suit shining from the lights reflecting onto the material. In the room, only the light from Yuji’s monitor glowed. “You shouldn’t have been there.” Megumi started. The statement only made Yuji’s eye twitch as he turned his chair.

“What did you just say? Out of everything that happened today, that is what you tell me?!”Yuji huffed, his brows pressed together.

A gloved hand clapped down on the pink haired man’s shoulder, shaking his body in his seat. “I told you not to go!” Megumi seethed in frustration and in pain. His knees wobbled as his back hunched forward. Sweat mixed in with the blood trailing down his neck. Red dotted the wooden floors of the room, a hot tear gathering in those emerald eyes. The only eyes that can make Yuji soften, the only eyes that can make him weak. “Damn it Yuji, don’t you understand?! You could’ve died. Then what? What was I suppose to do then, huh?”

Megumi lost his balance when his best friend pushed him away. He stumbled back but tensed up when an arm wrapped around his waist. His chest hit Yuji’s, the air knocking out of him. Megumi was forced to stare into the eyes of his best friend… his… “I love you too.” The raven uttered out loud, eyes misty and hands trembling as they laid on Yuji’s cheek. His back was dipped from the hold the pink haired man had on him. Red and blue peered in from the outside world as the white noise of rain coated the atmosphere.

“I couldn’t say it earlier. But when I saw you today…” Megumi swallowed hard. Yuji watched the way the fabric around his throat bobbed up and down. How the material stuck to the velvet skin of his childhood best friend. The man he confessed his feelings too a week ago. The man who ghosted him a week ago. The man who saved his life today. “I never listen.” Yuji whispered under his breath. The air ghosted Megumi’s rosey cheeks, warming his damp glow.

Exhales laid stuck in the raven’s throat. He wanted nothing more than to spit out all his thoughts and opinions, but this wasn’t the time. One of his trembling hands eased under Yuji’s jaw and inched him closer. The space between them was minimal, it was taunting. “Let me show you.” Megumi’s words faded off into the delicate kiss he laid on Yuji’s lips.

Moments passed, both of them taken in the heat they gave each other before they got hungry. Yuji’s grip tightened as his lips seeped into his lovers. A large hand roamed the raven’s back as his face flushed in embarrassment. That hand tugged at the suit over his body, the suit that hides the true him from the rest of the world. From everyone except Yuji.

The kiss broke and Megumi was left breathless. Pale lips opened as small gasps left them. His lover eased the material off his body, laying kisses to whatever exposed skin he could. He felt warmth across his chest, his shoulders, lean arms. Hands gripped at his waist as Yuji stood on his knees, kissing the pinkish flesh. Tugging farther, the suit was at Megumi’s feet, leaving him in only his underwear.

Yuji looked up at his lover, seeing the rose blooming on his cheeks through the foggy light. It was only then did Yuji notice the soft hand in his hair while the other clasped over the raven’s pretty lips. “I want to hear you, ok?” Itadori asked as he slid off the last piece of clothing separating him from his lustful intentions.

Shakily, Megumi responded, “Okay.”

Leaving one of Megumi’s thighs, Yuji’s hand came to wrap around the pulsing erection. He felt his lover shift in his hand, watching his legs become weak as Yuji gave it a teasing pump.

Itadori tested the hero by laying a kiss on his tip, precum glossing his lips slightly. “Yuji…” Megumi sighed, his fingers digging into pink hair. They massaged his lover’s scalp with care, urging him to take him in.

Yuji rolled out his tongue and gently licked off some of the pre cum beading at the tip as he pumped the erection. Megumi’s cock throbbed in the warmth, his knees trying their hardest not to buckle from the pleasure. “Can you take it?” Yuji asked, his other hand rubbing the fat of Megumi’s thigh. He tried to relax the raven but everything he did turned Megumi on further.

The raven moaned in his hand, hoping that would be enough of a response but it wasn’t. “Can you take me, Megumi?” Yuji asked in a calming tone. His hand began to pump the raven slower; it took all of Megumi’s will power to not cry at the slow friction.

“Yes, I want it Yuji.” He moaned through his uneven breathing.

Itadori didn’t wait a second longer before guiding the cock into his mouth. He could feel Megumi twitch against his tongue along with a salty taste sticking to the roof of his mouth. The raven’s girth was average but his length made taking him more difficult then Yuji expected. The pink haired man relaxed his jaw and eased more of Megumi into him. The rest was being pumped by Yuji’s rough hands, the calloused and scarred hands Megumi always imagined touching him.

“Please go faster Yuji… I can’t take much more of this before I… ngh~ shit.” Both of Megumi’s hands guided Yuji’s sloppy mouth. Saliva dripping down his chin along with his lover’s arosal.

He was trying to devour Megumi, milk his cock for all it was worth. Hearing Megumi moaning his name over and over again. Yuji’s tongue worked around the girth, moving as he sucked on the tip once more before Megumi couldn’t take it anymore. It took all his power to not fall once he came, especially when he looked down to see Yuji pumping him through his high. The pink haired man placed a few kisses around the base before rising to his feet.

Megumi couldn’t choke out another word before he found himself sprawled out on Yuji’s bed. His body twitched in heat while his lover removed his own clothes. Megumi’s eyes wandered around the muscular chest that belonged to Yuji, how it seemed so perfect and teasing.

“Relax for me.” Yuji uttered, his body placed between Megumi’s long legs. Legs Itadori has caught himself thinking about more then once. One hand swiped over the raven’s chest while the other stayed between his legs. “Can you take my fingers Megumi?”

God Yuji wish he could take a photo of the way his lover’s face flashed red. Megumi’s head turned, “Yuji… please stop asking embarrassing questions like that.” The statement ended in a hitched breath as Yuji pushed in one of his fingers. His lips quickly brushed against Megumi’s to devour him once more.

Megumi moaned into the kiss, feeling one of Yuji’s hands wander over his chest while the other pumped inside him. Fingers pinched at one of Megumi’s nipples, causing him to push back into Yuji’s fingers. “Ngh~ Y-uji.” The raven withered, as his hips jerked into the rough finger inside him.

A tongue probed into Megumi’s mouth, invading every inch of him that he could. Yuji played with Megumi’s body like there was no tomorrow, adding a second finger and a third before finally entering him. Megumi cried, his hands scratching his lover’s back as he became filled completely. Yuji’s cock stretched him, applying pressure to his prostate with a simple shift.

To think Yuji has one of the most feared men in the world crying out his name like a symphony. The thought only made the pink haired man thrust harder. He took it slow, pulling his cock almost out before shoving it back. Megumi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, “Like that. Fuck me like that and don’t stop~”

The hero’s dick drooled between the two of them and it took all of Yuji’s power to not pump it again. The best friend’s hands focused on Megumi’s puffy chest, twisting and flicking his nipples so much he swore milk would come out soon. All Yuji could hear was the wet noises his cock made in Megumi’s hole. It thrusted into the raven messily, as arosal dripped out of the enterance. “Does that feel good?” Yuji huffed with a grin.

Megumi could only acknowledge by rolling out his tongue and panting like a dumb dog in heat. Until his cum shot out on his chest. The look of pure ecstasy on Megumi’s face had Yuji cumming instantly. The cum leaked from the raven’s hole as Itadori’s cock left him, painting a picture Yuji will revisit later.

“We need to do it again.” The pink haired man whispered, placing a kiss on Megumi’s forehead.

“I want you to be filled with my cum, Megumi.”

[abhainnwhump]

IMYM Chapter 1

Sadistic Experiment: Nightmare

Masterlist || Next Chapter ->

Snap.

He didn’t even need to turn around. Dream’s arrows glowed with bright blue light, so they were too easy to spot. His idiot brother should have thought that through when he designed them. Nightmare’s black tendrils splintered the attack into two.

The Lord of Negativity strolled across the field without a care in the multiverse. The screams and bloodshed meant nothing to him. He attacked Birdtale for a reason. Besides the fact that this AU was obnoxiously cheerful, it was the perfect place to draw the Star Sanses to. The jagged cliffs, dark sky, and high altitude made it difficult for the Stars to fight together. The monsters fled the scene long ago, which gave the teams more fighting room. Nightmare dodged another of Dream’s arrows as he surveyed the current status of his team.

Dust had Blue in a one-on-one battle. The hooded skeleton locked the Star in a miniature arena made from sharpened bones. Blue bounced around, swinging his giant hammer made of teal magic. He used one of the fallen trees as a springboard to gain the upper hand. While he was full of energy, Dust showed no emotion, which wasn’t uncommon for him. His movements were robotic and bored, like he wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t here. Even his pistols were slower than usual.

Across the field, Dream tried to fight off Killer while watching out for Horror. Killer flirted with Dream between strikes, making them blush and scowl in embarrassment. Nightmare smirked at his awkward aura. Dream bashed Killer’s ribs with his bow before drop-kicking him. Nightmare assigned Killer to distract his attention. Usually, he would handle his twin, but this time, he was after a different member of the team.

From the corner of his teal eyelight, he caught Horror sneaking up behind Dream. He gripped his blood-coated ax tight. Horror glanced over to Nightmare, and he winked in response. Horror raised the weapon above the guardian’s head and shot it down for a clean slice. Dream must have sensed his emotions due to him spinning around and screaming. He fiddled for his bow, but it would have been pointless.

A blast of black paint stuck Horror’s forearm to the cliff wall. Nightmare stepped behind one of the pine trees, laying his back against it as he smirked in anticipation. Ah, there he was.

The attacker was an athletic skeleton in a brown and white outfit, wielding a paintbrush as tall as he was. He was around five-foot-seven. He wore a sash of colorful paints across his chest. Black paint smudged his left cheekbone, the edge hiding behind a thick brown scarf covered with black marks. Ink’s shifting eye lights glinted with mischief. He flipped Broomie and held it out to Horror. “Come on, eggshell! Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to chop someone’s head off? I didn’t think that head injury of yours would destroy your common sense.”

Horror growled. No one talked about the oversized crack in his skull, especially as a joke. The larger skeleton ripped his arm free, tearing his pale blue sleeve in the process. Dream took his chance to slip beneath his arm and run toward Ink. “Thank you. Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” he said.

“Pfft, you’re fine,” Ink assured. The artist looked around with a red question mark in his left eye socket. “Now where did Killer go-”

A knife sliced his small brown jacket. Killer leaped down from whatever perch he was watching from. He and Horror circled their prey. The two Stars stood back-to-back. Dream loaded their bow, and Ink spun his paintbrush. Nightmare itched to join the battle, but he knew he had to wait. If he planned this out correctly . . .

Ink pulled one of his paint vials from his sash. Dream spotted it and gulped, shaking his head. “Ink, no. You’ve been having bad effects with-”

“It’s going to be fine. Calm down!” Ink ignored him and downed the red drink in a single gulp. His eyes turned into a crimson target and an exclamation point. A sharp smile spread across his face, matching Nightmare’s grin. This was what he was hoping for.

Killer and Horror launched themselves at the Stars. Dream shot an arrow to knock Killer’s knife out of his hold. Blood oozed from the wound in his hand, but Killer didn’t budge. The knife was still tight. Ink went on a rampage, throwing spears of black paint at Horror. Nightmare fed on the emotions caused by the red vial. Anger, aggression, and obsession. Ink chose a target, and he wouldn’t let them go.

Now.

Nightmare waved his black skeletal fingers and focused on Ink’s aura. It was his first time trying his magic on the artist. Ink lacked a soul, unlike the rest of the Stars, so his solution was to drink bottles of paint. He never understood how that worked. Nightmare had never tried to manipulate artificial emotions before, but it was easier than he expected. All it took was intense concentration. He channeled Ink’s new anger elsewhere.

Ink froze mid-attack, clutching his skull and stumbling. Horror stepped back, unsure what to think of this sudden change. Nightmare twisted his wrist, and Ink gritted his teeth. He threw one of his paint daggers at Dream.

“Dream,” he said, speaking as if the word hurt. “DUCK!”

The golden guardian followed his advice, and the dagger hit Killer instead. Killer stared at the now-solid paint protruding from his upper rib. “Are you serious?”

“Ink, what’s wrong?” Dream asked, “Why are you attacking me?”

Ink didn’t answer, only narrowing his eye sockets. Fury burned through his bones as Nightmare squeezed his hand into a fist. He harnessed Ink’s worst memories and feelings about his twin. Despite being on the same team, there are a select few topics they’ve never seen eye-to-eye on. He subconsciously told him to fight Dream. He warned him that if he didn’t, he would suffer humiliation and pain. The artist cringed, and Nightmare felt a tug in his hand. He’s fighting back. Interesting.

Straining, Nightmare poured all his power into controlling Ink’s emotions. He screamed and fell to his knees. Dream ran over to his friend and placed his hands on his cheekbones. Golden magic flowed from his fingertips, feeling like pins and needles against Nightmare’s magic.

Ink’s eye sockets fluttered as he shook his head and groaned. With a bit more encouragement, he flipped Dream on his back and wrapped his hands around his neck. Dream coughed and kicked, trying to get his friend off of him. Neither Killer nor Horror knew how to react to Ink’s behavior change. Killer glanced at Nightmare, pointed the tip of his knife at the Stars, then air-sliced it across his neck. Nightmare shook his head and whispered, “Not yet.”

“Get-out-of-my-head!” Despite his grip on Dream, Nightmare knew Ink was trying to talk to him. Between the fake emotions, Ink’s defiance, and Dream’s positivity, Nightmare struggled to keep him under his control. Dream’s powers are just about balanced with his. He made a note of the latter two; it would be important later. Nightmare’s eyelids went heavy, and his black apple soul started to ache.

Dream’s eye sockets narrowed. “Ink, hold on. Just don’t fight me and I can help you!” He covered Ink’s mouth with one of his hands and held the other up, summoning golden light that practically radiated positivity. He cried out and shoved it down onto Ink’s torso. Tendrils of yellow spread across his body and Nightmare winced. The black malice on his hands dripped and burned. He pulled his hand back and snapped his fingers, setting Ink free. The artist gasped as his eye lights switched back to their default: a green circle and a yellow star.

Dust was distracted by Ink’s screams and the gold light; he dropped his attacks for a few seconds. Blue took the opportunity to smash his hammer into Dust’s lower spine, releasing a loud thump. Dust fell to the ground, desperately trying to catch his breath.

Blue put his hammer back on his shoulder. “Dream? Ink? Do you guys need backup?”

“No, it’s okay, Blue. Everything is going fine.” Dream’s voice sounded raspier than usual thanks to Ink strangling him. It almost made them look intimidating. Almost. He watched Ink get back to his feet with dazed eyes before staring back at Nightmare. “Brother, I’m going to give you one chance. Leave this place and leave Ink alone! What has he ever done to you?”

Nightmare chuckled, stepping into the light. His hand was still distorted and it looked like the tips of his fingers were missing. “Nothing; he hasn’t done anything. Anything yet.”

“What?” Ink coughed and stared at him. “If I didn’t do anything to you, what the hell was that for?”

Nightmare didn’t answer, only smirking in response. Ink stared at him with his mouth agape, like he had told him a disturbing joke he only now understood. Dream huffed and summoned another bright blue arrow out of thin air. He loaded his bow and Nightmare prepared his tendrils to parry the attack, but Dream turned his heel at the last minute. The arrow shot into Horror’s open eye socket with extreme accuracy.

Horror howled and grabbed his eye socket, the pupil in his blood-red eye tiny with pain. Blood oozed between his clenched fingers. Even Dream winced at seeing him suffer so much; he never liked excessive violence. Seeing his team in pain, Nightmare scowled. Now his idiot brother has crossed the line.

The dark king stood up straighter. His form distorted, warping his body into an incoherent mess and his face into a melted monster. He hated how pitiful he must have looked. Dream’s aura and dissatisfied look did nothing to help.

“Killer! Horror! Dust! We’re leaving. My work here is done.” Nightmare’s body dripped more malice than usual, turning the grass from green to gray. The plants withered and crumbled at his feet. One of the tendrils shot across the field to grab Dust, who was obsessing over Horror’s injury. The smallest of the Murder Time Trio yelped at the black limb wrapped around his torso. Nightmare dragged the other two killers toward him. He held them by their hoods like a mother cat holding the scruffs of her kittens, keeping a close eye on Horror.

“Boss!” Killer complained, struggling in his tendril.

Nightmare ignored him. With his remaining tendril, he drew out a circle in the ground, wide enough for himself plus the others in his tendrils. With a shudder, the liquid malice turned into a whirling blue and black portal. Dream tried to say something, but Nightmare cut him off with a growl. “Don’t you dare pity me, brother. The look doesn’t suit you.” After a long glare at his brother, Nightmare jumped in, bringing his henchmen with him.

Birdtale’s pine trees and cliffs faded away and were replaced with gray stone walls, a high ceiling, and a throne with a tall back pedestal. Despite the minimal sunlight slipping through the grayed curtains, most of the hall was coated in darkness. The place was practically built out of negativity, and the energy and power soon seeped into his body. Soon his form returned to his preference: a tall skeleton in a white dress shirt, a black waistcoat, a teal tie, and heeled boots. A silver pocket watch dangled out of his right breast pocket. Nightmare was very picky about his fashion choices.

Killer, Horror, and Dust dropped to the ground. Dust winced as his rib cage crashed against the stone. Horror grabbed his hand and pulled him up with ease. His shot eye still bled, dripping through his closed lid, but it didn’t seem to be causing him pain.

“Why . . . we leave?” As deep as it was, Horror’s voice was no louder than a whisper. His head injury damaged his mind, leaving him with slurred speech and memory problems.

“Yeah, we were winning!” Killer protested, “Especially with whatever the hell you were doing to Inkblot. We could have taken over that AU!”

Nightmare considered a response. He still hasn’t told his team about the plan he had for Ink, even though he’s worked on it for almost four months. Once he started a project, he tended to refuse to tell anyone until he was certain it would be completed. Besides, the MTT’s expressions will be worth it if he hides the plan a little longer.

Nightmare cleared his throat and turned to them. “If everything goes according to plan, I’ll explain this evening. You three are going to need to trust me.” He had his hand on the door and pulled the long handle. “Besides, Horror is injured and needs medical care.”

“You and your bullshit plans . . .” Dust muttered to himself. Unfortunately for him, Nightmare happened to have excellent hearing for someone with no ears.

The dark king turned and scowled down Dust’s uneven eye lights, one red and the other a mix of purple, red, and blue. He hid under the brim of his baseball cap as Nightmare glared at him. “Are you doubting me? Because if you are, that’s a very bold move.”

Dust averted his eyes as much as he could. “No, boss.”

“Good. Now go heal yourselves up; it would be unfortunate if those injuries became infected. Killer, that includes you too.” Nightmare added the extra bit as he caught the hate-dripping skeleton attempting to sneak off. “I mean it, you can’t go walking around with an injured rib cage just as Horror can’t go around with a bleeding eye.”

Killer groaned but didn’t argue further. The dark king watched his team disappear to the infirmary. A half-smile crept on his face, but he waited for them to leave before he smiled fully. He left the throne room for his office.

When Nightmare first created his castle, he made sure his study was easily accessible, as it was the room he spent the most time in. He made it to the door with a full moon design. The long room had a high ceiling with a solar system design painted on it. Bookshelves lined the side walls with a mix of traditional hardcovers and scrolls. At the end of the corridor was a large dark wood desk covered in stacks of papers.

Nightmare sat in his black office chair. Each of his drawers had a black handle, though one had a matching lock. He shifted the shape of his pointer finger into a key. Breaking the lock, he pulled out a small, dusty-purple notebook with a single word branded on the cover.

INK.

The dark king flipped through the pages. Everything he knew and learned about Ink since he initiated this plan was written in black cursive. What he hated, what he loved, his apparent fears, and the traumas he learned about. He knew the least about the last one. Was the artist aware of this? No, of course not. He would never find out about this. It was his personal secret. In the middle of the notebook were his most significant notes. Ink’s paint vials.

Eight drawings were split into boxes across the two sheets. The left side was colored red, orange, yellow, and purple, while the right was green, blue, teal, and pink. Nightmare dipped his crow-feather quill in a pot of ink and wrote in the red box.

October 12, 20xx

As expected, the red vial controls anger, obsession, passion, and danger level. I theorize it even makes his magic stronger. With effort, the fury can be harnassed against any monster he feels a spark towards. He’s even willing to fight his friends. However, he resists my advances more than I thought he would. Plan PV appears to be the best option, unfortunately.

Nightmare leaned back in his chair, thinking of his next move. All but one box had writing in it—the pink vial. Plan PV was only a hypothesis, one that almost guaranteed success, but he didn’t want to use it. Nor was he certain it would even work. For all he knew, the pink vial could cause more destruction than production.

Destruction . . . AUs crumbling . . . strings . . . Error.

Oh, how he had been blind. It was such an obvious answer that could have saved him weeks of careful planning. The dark king growled at his own ignorance. Regardless, he couldn’t remain in his self-hatred if he wanted to get anything completed.

He shoved the notebook into his pocket and drew a portal into the ground. The sludge edges formed a light blue center, darkening as it opened up the world.

Nightmare went to find the Guardian of Destruction.

[detco-hell]

[episode 222 - And Then There Were No Mermaids]

[sixisnotaprettynumber]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁    𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 :

COLOR.       ——       red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal.  silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

ELEMENTAL.      ——        fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

BODY.       ——       claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

WEAPONRY.        ——       fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

MATERIAL.        ——        gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds.  amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

NATURE.       ——       grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

ANIMALS.       ——       lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.

FOOD & DRINK.      ——      sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

HOBBIES.       ——        music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

STYLE.       ——       lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

MISC.       ——        balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirror. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. embracing. [[Tagging: Anyone who is interested]]

[thebloodmoon-chaos-house]

Re-found a doodle I had made of Bloody and Fang together

The expected happened

Tho before that, let’s set the description for Bloody and Fang’s unique designs.

Bloody— he wears the same jacket Harvest and he got from Solar, a sloppily sewn together mix of red and black fabrics and the upper part of their original hoodie; only they have attached several things to the hood, two sets of hair pins right above both of his eyes, the right one in an x shape, the left one a rectangle, to the left side there’s two should-be-fluorescent earrings (that aren’t cuz I didn’t color them), and to the right there’s about three or four pinzas (plastic, small, to attach clothes to the clothing line to dry, I FORGOT THE NAME IN ENGLISH OK?!) attached together forming a small chain. Unlike Harvest or their together appearance, he has the sleeves all the way down, covering their arm warmers— which are mismatched red and black, and quite possibly are filled with holes or something. They wear the same scarf thing Harvest does. His shirt isn’t tucked in, and neither is it solid black but that detail can be ignored. He’s wearing actual shorts that look like shorts on them, presumably the pineapple shorts that had caught their eye in-canon (I am never letting that piece of characterization go). Instead of the boots the Twins would wear together, they have a red and black sneaker on his right foot and a pink and teal croc on his left, and under them he has mismatched socks, right one being a loose fitting purple with stripes, left one being a pink with polka dots one. Yeah their clothing is all over the place. Their appearance is basically the same as Retired’s usual looks, Second Version Bloodmoon, visible “eyebags”, presumably mismatched leg casing, though his right eye lacks the spirals it usually has.

Fang— the only things Fang shares with Swap’s together design and the canon//my interpretation of canon’s design is the color of casing and the hat fluff. Fang doesn’t really wear much clothing, having a hat, a skirt, and arm warmers. The hat is twin tailed much like the usual AI 2 First Version Bloodmoon here, only the colors and patterns differ, the right part of the hat being red with black x’s gradually intensifying towards the hat’s tail, the left part being black with red x’s that basically look the same as previously described. In between the top fluff there are two slightly curved horns. There’s fluff in Fang’s chest as well, covering the shoulders, chest, and upper back, white pentagram pendant lying in between the fluff. The arm warmers are black. The skirt is red and segmented, with usually four— technically five— segments visible at a time, these segments are stitched together by three x like patterns each. The technicality arises by the segment right in what could be considered the front//middle? Of the character, this segment doesn’t have the same x’s the others do and is longer than the others, being black with an inverted cross symbol that is not seen on any of the following drawings sadly. There’s another segment like this parallel to it which is actually longer but it isn’t very relevant here. Fang has animal like legs, specifically those of a cat or dog, the ones that go on a curve and then drop and then there’s the feet, those ones. The legs have fluff in the second joint. Fang also has a tail similar to what is usually drawn for Lunar designs, like a string with a ring at the end and a star, the star is white and the ring is red. Fang has closed eyes for the most part, but the one eye that is shown open twice is the left one which instead of a pentagram pattern has a simple white slit pupil.

Ok that enough yapping, doodle time

And a small comic, featuring Harvest and Scythe

Translation for the Swap Twins:

Scythe: Out here, living my best life

Fang: Harvest is drowning

Scythe: This isn’t about them

[v011d]

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSES AESTHETICS?

BOLD any that applies to your muse and italicize any that kind of applies to your muse. feel free to add to the list.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 .red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. violet. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. bubblegum pink. sky blue. pale jade. amber. tan. copper. bronze. magenta.

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. darkness. shadows. nature. aether. quintessence. blood. life. death.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 .claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. neck. back. shoulders. legs. freckles. unseen bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. fingernails. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. muscular. piercing. tattoos. athletic. hair. fur. sleek.

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 .scythe. fists. legs. sword. dagger. spear. lance. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. baseball bats. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. teeth. stealth. strategy.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 .gold. silver. copper. platinum. titanium. rose gold. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. ribbon

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 .grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. sunflowers. tulips. lavender. petals. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. fungi. ocean. river. frozen lake. meadow. valley. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow. mist. pond.

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒. big cats. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. crocodiles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. deer. crows/ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. monkeys.

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃/𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 .sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. vodka. beer. coffee. sake. tea. water. spices. herbs. apples. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. lollies. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. surf ‘n’ turf. burritos. tacos. pizza. ambrosia. eggs. milk. ramen. chips. ice cream.

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 .music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. CDs. records. vinyl. cassettes. piano. strings. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells. exploring. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. sleeping. climbing. running. jogging. parkour. studying. video games. comics. manga.

𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄. lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. ankle boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. beanie hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. mittens. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. straw hat. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ribbons. hoodie. sweater. converses. tennis shoes. boxers. briefs. boxer briefs. shorts. cargo. cropped pants. crop top. cuffed pants. overalls.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 . balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. growth. decay. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. mirrors. pets. diary. journal. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. suffering. family. friends. strength. comrades. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. spring. summer. autumn. winter. farmland. countryside. suburban. village. depression. longing. sloth. pride. envy. wrath. greed. gluttony. lust. melancholy.

TAGGED BY. No one.

TAGGING. @wickedslip @dgrayd @wieldsgravity @burninq @cardsknight and anyone else who sees this.

[marblecarved]

your muse’s aesthetics.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don’t reblog !

colour: red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

elements: fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

body: claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

weaponry: fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

material: bronze. gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

nature: grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

animals: lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.

foods and drinks: sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

hobbies: music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

style: lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

misc. balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you would like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this !

[godkilller]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁    𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 :

COLOR.       ——     red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, black, white, teal, silver, gold, grey, lilac, metallic, matte, royal blue, strawberry red, charcoal grey, forest green, apple red, navy blue, crimson, cream, mint green, magenta, pastels, bubblegum pink, blood red, ivory.

ELEMENTAL.      ——        fire. ice. water. air. earth.  rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

BODY.       ——       claws. long fingers. fangs. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape-shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

WEAPONRY.        ——       fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. venom. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

MATERIAL.        ——        gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

NATURE.       ——       grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

ANIMALS.       ——       lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. pigeons. centaurs.

FOOD & DRINK.      ——      sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. pomegranate. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

HOBBIES.       ——        music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. fiddle . cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

STYLE.       ——       lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar. no makeup.

MISC.       ——        balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. ripe. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirror. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. laughter. screams. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. stories. drugs. kindness. love.

tagged by: i stole it tagging: @dokuhai, @keikakudori, @owabisuru, @madestars, and you!

[witchesoz]

Fashion in Oz: the Good Witches (4)

After the original illustrations of the books, and after the heritage of the MGM movie, let's look at another big part of the Good Witches history: the Wiz. And we will start with the Wiz's equivalent of the Good Witch of the North, Addapearl the "Feelgood Girl", in her original Broadway incarnation.  [Note: I am certain there are things to say about the history of Afro-American fashion and symbolism in the Wiz's outfits, but unfortunately I do not have such a knowledge, so I'll stay with a superficial analysis based on what I see].(Note: sometimes Addapearl is written Addaperl. I will stick with the first writing because it is the one I am the most familiar with.] Already as you can see, the main color of Addapearl is blue - her outfit is made of all sorts of blue nuances, from teal to dark blue passing by cerulean and others. This does make her match the Munchkins, who also correspond to the color blue - and overall, it is a color chosen due to how "soft" it is and it highlights her "good" nature. The outfit is actually made of a dress, with a petticoat on top, and then a sort of translucid shawl-like cloak, forming a translucent hood around the witch's wild hair (in the Wiz all the witches have wild, spiky hair) before falling behind her as a sort of cape. Note that this cloak actually has little shining stars in it. The petticoat and dress themselves is actually patchwork in style, with various patches of different colors added in a quite disorderly order - and I think this is meant to reflect Addapearl's very own character. She is, in Urban Dictionnary's words, "hysterically clumsy", a mix of sweetness and craziness, the kind of witch prone to "crash her bubble" - as we see in the play her "magic tricks" often fail, and her exhuberant stage-girl persona contrasts heavily with her lacking abilities, and this sort of crazy bubbly personality does fit this strange blue patchwork dress - which, if you notice, has actually white gloves sewn on the skirt, to add a bit of strangeness to it all. The white gloves notably answer several white mail-like pockets also present on the skirt. She usually also carries with her a blue handbag, with on it a white glove, crescent-moon and star, that you can see in this picture:

If you want to see more of the costume, you can actually check the Smithsonian/National Museum of African-American History and Culture website, since the costume was kept as part of the "Black Fashion Museum". You have a detailled description here:

https://nmaahc.si.edu/object/nmaahc_2007.3.10.1ab

And some more pictures here: https://www.si.edu/object/costume-gown-petticoat-and-jacket-addaperle-wiz-broadway%3Anmaahc_2007.3.10

After seeing Addapearle in the original "The Wiz" musical, we need to take a peek at the recent "The Wiz Live" revival of The Wiz, back in 2015. What is truly fascianting here is that they did a complete reversal of the original Addapearl costume. Instead of having a floor-length, big dress with a small petticoat, here we have a smaller dress stopping above the ankle, with a longer, "full" coat. And instead of having a weird, bizarre, patchwork of color patches and sewn gloves, adding a sort of crazy whimsical nature to the witch, here we have much more refined, beautiful and delicate embroidering, with golden motif, suns and flowers, overall a very high-quality, "rich" outfit, for a more... well for a younger and I guess more "peppy" and energetic witch, leaning more into the "stage girl" aspect of the character. A last interesting detail would the hair of the witch, who is here literally shaped like a small witch hat. And it is more than just evoking a witch hat with a swirl, no, they actually did the whole brim of the hat with the hair too, to the point I thought at first this Appadearl wore a small blue witch hat... before realizing it was her hair shaped like that through a series of braids.

"The Wiz", the movie, changed a LOT of things from the original musical, and those numerous changes notably reflect heavily on the very design of the Good Witches. For example the character of the Good Witch of the North, who was completely reinvented for the movie. Out with Addapearl (or Addapearle, or Addaperl, nobody seems to agree on how the name is written), now we have "Miss One". Now several details are kept such as... well, the blue color for the witch - who is still associated and making one with the Munchkins, as Addapearl did in the original musical, and as MGM's Glinda will do too in the 2011 Wizard of Oz musical (there is this specific trend in musicals to have the "welcoming witch" of Oz be the same color as the Munchkins, and it is something that can raise some interesting topic about the link of the Good Witch of the North with the Eastern Munchkins, in the original canon vs popular culture). And we still find some of the discreet star motif of the original Addapearl, not on a shawl/cloak though, but here in the dress of the little old witch, which has stars and moon crescents woven into it (you might notice the "star and moon" pattern being a recurring thing with the Good Witches). It is especially interesting here since in the movie adaptation of the Wiz, both Good Witches are associated with the color blue and the star motif - but more on that with Glinda's breakdown. Beyond that, a lot was changed. Most notably is the fact that, while The Wiz was just about retelling The Wizard of Oz in a Black style, with Black actors and a certain Afro-American feel to it, "The Wiz" the movie decides to have the setting be specifically a reference to New-York, with Oz being a twisted and fantastical mirror of the Big Apple - as a result, the various characters have a more "urban" feel and Miss One here is based after... a "bag lady". And if you don't know what a "bag lady" is, it is a very common "type" of homeless people, a stereotype based on how often you see homeless women carrying around all of their belongings in an incredible number of cloth and plastic bags. And here, Miss One is a witch-version of this, carrying around an enormous amount of blue bags wherever she goes. The other main change to the character is the movie's addition that Miss One is a "math witch", obsessed with numbers - and so we find this in her very design. Around the collar of her dress, various numbers are embroidered. In her various bags, big 3D numbers can be seen popping out ; she carries around her neck an abacus/counting frame... And even more - in her curly, cloud-like gray hair, if you look carefully, you will see blue streaks of hair shaped like numbers. You can't see them very well here, but take a look at this picture and they'll become obvious: