#this includes red team and green team and blue team equally

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

the fandom Mood has been p down lately, but we absolutely do not have to live like this. join me in a good vibes social experiment and make an appreciation post that DOES NOT mention the disc/course- talk about someone you watch or dont watch, or even a whole team. doesnt matter how long or short your post is the only point is that its Made. (“i fucking love [x character]” totally counts).

if you want to help build a little archive of Good Posts for us all to frolic in then tag #qsmp pos

[clockworkdragonffxiv]

I started my D&D campaign back in April of 2020 shortly after the COVID Lockdown hit. I was bored out of my skull and stressed, and a friend had expressed his frustration with his own D&D group and I just went "Fuck it."

I hadn't played DnD since college. I had never GM'd a tabletop game. But I had nothing better to do. So I went on to Discord into, like, the three channels I'm active in and rounded up a gaggle of friends from FFXIV and from my old City of Heroes group. For my starter campaign I used the very first Eberron campaign ever published for I think 3e or 3.5e, converted to 5e, "The Forgotten Forge."

And three and a half years, multiple cases of COVID, two rounds of cancer and chemotherapy, four or five moves, three kidney stones, multiple bouts of depression, and a half dozen job changes, we finally finished the campaign at level 16, having convinced the Lord of Blades to devote his talents to building the new Warforged nation and healing the Mournlands using the unique techno-organic warforged plants and animals we'd discovered, instead of his original plan which was to absorb the power of a Creation Engine and a Demon Overlord into himself, achieve apotheosis, and drown the world in a tide of blood.

My original plan for the final battle has in large underlined letters the phrase "Biblically Accurate Chainsaw Angel" and included a speech with lines like "LET THE SEAS BOIL AND THE SKIES FALL! LET THE WORLD BURN!"

Also probably ending up with the players picking the Red, Blue or Green endings from the End-o-Matic 9000.

But that didn't happen.

So instead, the campaign that started with our little group of heroes stumbling onto the murder of a professor with the clues to a hidden workshop, ended with the wedding of Seeker the Warforged Artificer, the man who'd talked the Lord of Blades down (despite having a Charisma of 8) and now holds the title of Maestro Seeker, is an advisor to the national leadership, and is the teacher of a whole new batch of warforged, and the warforged medic Solace, an NPC whose existence began as a joke about Seeker having a whirlwind romance with a medic in the space of about 23 minutes while the rest of the party were running errands.

Hot damn was that a lot of work. Three and a half years, and despite it starting in modules by the second I'd decided I didn't like the story as it was written, threw it out, and told my own story. Featuring friendly little fire elementals named Phil, packs of extremely patriotic and laddish mimics named Jimmy, an eight foot robotic sweetheart named Friend whose primary weapon was an equally massive tower shield and her totally-not-boyfriend warforged druid/allosaurus/swearasaurus Din, a wrestling match with a hobgoblin that nearly turned lethal when an 18 foot tall warforged titan came in with the steel chair, an alligator with a gun, and banishing the elemental dragon powering a flying battleship while A) the team was still on the battleship and B) it was still several hundred feet in the air and C) it was the only thing keeping it there... it's done.

And it was all worth it. God I love these guys. So here's to you, Katie, Jacquie, Mike, Stan, and Will. I'll see you all next week for our next adventure.

[thecluehunt]

welcome to the clue hunt!

how does this thing work?

to join the search for the 39 clues you will need to concoct a serum that will make you(r branch) all-powerful and set for world domination. follow this blog and/or like this post to register:)

this is an online clue hunt based on tumblr inspired by the 39 clues series. you do not have to have read the series to participate, although it might be more fun if you have!

a list of 39 elements, each with an associated number to account for its quantity in the final serum, has been determined and will soon be circulated across the threads of the interwebs. the goal of this clue hunt will be to collect all of these clues for your branch!

there will be four branches the participants will be loosely divided into based on their interests (will elaborate on this in a bit). the lucians (red, the cunning branch, think codes and logic and conniving), the ekaterinas (yellow, the stem branch), the tomas (blue, the athletic branch, which in the context of this clue hunt translates to gamers/shit that requires good motor skills) and the janus (green, the artistic branch)

each participant will be given a few clues at the start of the game. you will randomly be alloted into branches UNLESS you send an ask to this blog with a preferred branch. to make sure each branch has more or less equal numbers, asking for a specific branch will mean you will be given less clues than other participants at the start of the game (i.e. there is an advantage to random branch assignment).

you will be told your final branch privately and will not be revealed the branches of any other participants.

you will be required to hide the few clues given to you across the interwebs (there won't be many clues don't worry) in internet trails, using codes, links, metaphors, required tasks you need to complete to attain the clue, etc etc. this will largely be up to you and you will be allowed to use your creative license - but you will have to send your trail to this blog to make sure it is workable and not too vague lol. i will edit/fine tune everything and if you can't think of anything i will make a trail for you

if you pick your own branch, you will be required to incorporate the core values of your branch into your trails. so for the janus this means hiding clues in art, for lucians this means codes and cryptography related things maybe, etc etc.

write your tumblr url somewhere near where you leave the clue so people know you left it there!

a map will be provided with the location of each clue around the world, colour coded. so for example, myrrh, a clue from the original series, is an ekaterina clue native to north africa. so, a yellow dot representing myrrh will be marked in this region. this can be used to find out what branches other members are in. for example, if you find out a fellow participant hid the clue myrrh, you can deduce they are from the ekaterina branch because there is a yellow dot in the region it's from. if you are also an ekat, this means you can trust them with your clues because you're on the same team:)

a certain number of clues will not be given to any participants and will be withheld as madrigal clues. these will be hidden by me:)

you can recruit members who haven't registered to help you with your hunt well into the game! however, you need to have registered at the beginning (i.e. be following this blog and like this post) to receive your own clues

any/all forms of cheating and backstabbing will be allowed (for everyone except me/the madrigals that is):D

to help with organizing if you don't want to participate, you can join the madrigals! we are a neutral team who cannot by definition win and are just having fun organizing all this lol

more details including duration, prizes, etc will be shared/updated later!

happy hunting!

tagging people who interacted with my post about this: @the39cluesian @iankabra @yakalll @angelkat-x @icamebackfromnarnia @39addict101 @manicpixiess @bilhert @mediodedios @toiletpotato @39starrygurl @gaslighting69 @nimonaaaa @dinatela @amianislovely @fandom-oracle @sarasanddollar @carpe-astrae @ghost-in-a-cup @cosmo-babe @kadalakari

[bobbiethebirthdayclown]

I'm shitass at the game and have no idea what it takes to develop and maintain a game but I'm super bored and hyperfixating so heres my official

TF3/TF2 Freindly UPDATE IDEAS (long post)

*Friendly only lobbies separate from the game modes (no objectives, lots of interactive areas)

*Friendly lobby npcs include; 

*Australia (full of snipers and feral pyros, occasional scout, Saxton stares from the background menacingly) 

*France (crawling with spies and some snipers, occasional demoman, 2 medics) 

*Texas (filled with engines and soldiers, occasional demoman, one heavy)

*Scotland (full of demomen, medics, and some soldiers dressed as tourists, occasional pyro)

*New York (filled with scout and soldier, occasional spy, one heavy) 

*Mexico (all pyros and scouts, occasional engie, one medic)

*Russia (Heavys and medics, all indoors, occasional demoman and spy)

*The Pyro Pit (a pit of lava, pyros do not get hurt, medics heal quick)

*The Warehouse ( rave club with one dj scout, demomen "serving" drinks and 2 heavys at the door, pro shoots confetti)

*The Bar (Demoman and snipers serving drinks, breakable objects)

*The Zoo (Saxton Hale keeps everyone in a zoo)

*The Aquarium (demoman and pyros seen swimming in tanks)

*The Mall (medic and engie selling items, scouts are cleaning angrily) 

*The Park (a skate park with scouts and pyros cheering in the background 

*The Gym (Heavy, along with medic and scout, are leading a mannrobics class)

*The bathroom (a giant, weird, liminal space bathroom full of secrets and interactions that dont have a space in the cannon stories) 

*More color and outfit customization

*3 class battles added (War mode, red team, blue team AND green team)

*Dog class added (infinite health, does 1 damage per second, holds enemies in place, can Uber to do 30-60 damage, bark to place alert signs in high risk areas)

*Bloody Suit and Helmet Party are semi cannon 

*Doing a flip is now possible for all classes. Success varies 

*"Don't Die Spy" game mode (vs Saxton Hale map, extra hiding spaces, no weapons, no capture point, last one alive wins)

*"Scout Racer" game mode (basically just fall guys but faster)

*"Tech-son Standoff" (engie only standoff)

*"Demos Vision Test" game mode (duck shooting gallery with increasing drunkness)

*"Super Engie Pybro's" game mode (Engineer and Pyro cleaning up the battlefield after capping)

*"Saxton's basement" game mode (it's just fight club. You can either choose heavy or soldier)

*Pyro is able to fly using the rocket jump method with it's jetpack 

*Medic has higher health because he has insurance and can earn a variety of chainsaws

*Spy can now disguise as a small Saxton Hale in friendly lobbies

*Dell gets a raise of 40 dollars 

*True Subclasses added (Demoknight can only use swords, Trolldier has a higher stomp radius, Kamikaze-Pyros set themselves and all enemies on fire, Battle-Medic heals himself with each soul taken, ect) benefits added to Base Classes for balance

*More ways to get free stuff that's actually helpful

*Instead of fixing Dustbowl, it becomes haunted a la monster house

*More ghosts, more aliens, and permanent alt game modes

*"Become pen pals?" (an option to meet players in battle and keep tabs on each other afterwards)

*Kiss taunt, hug taunt, scream taunt, cry taunt, fart taunt, buff taunt and pose taunts are all available for f2p

*"Customize room" (a menu that shows an empty, fully customizable room that can be seen by others looking at your profile in game. You can also choose a main to display in the room)

*"Get married?" An option to make an official pact with one other player to earn them a fraction of the XP you earned on alt game modes. No XP removed for you.

*"Become nemesis" steal half of each other's XP in alt game modes out of pure spite. Up to 3 available at a time

*More ways to communicate for F2p

*Hitting a car with a melee weapon will make it honk

*Official designs released for the "Premium"  team (think ultra instinct) the "Femme" team (very rich, equally ugly) and the Yellowbellies (gmod versions)

*More pootis brand shorts for everyone 

*Add official tick tock by joji jump scares

[edithhaimbergernotebook]

The First Minutes After the Opening Whistle: The International Whitsun Soccer Tournament in Berlin

"Europäisches Pfingstturnier in Tempelhof-Schöneberg" Poster for a soccer tournament on the Pentecost weekend, Berlin, May 18-19. Photograph by me. April 26, 2024. Public domain.

THE COUNTDOWN to the UEFA Euro Cup 2024 is ticking away in Berlin.

Berlin might not be the only German host city. But Austria's national team will train at one of our stadiums, and the Olympia Stadium has been booked for matches including the final on July 14.

At Brandenburg Gate, dozens of security guards are patrolling the green turf and white arch of a fan zone.

The Cup is only starting on June 14. But inch by inch, the Straße des 17. Juni thoroughfare is being fenced in and transformed.

On the other side of the Gate, tourists have been shunted to the margins of the Pariser Platz square. White containers and metal scaffolding have taken their place. (As the German government is transforming the central government district for the 75th anniversary of the Constitution next week, it is a nightmare to navigate the area.)

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The 2024 Euro Cup has also inspired an earlier event in Berlin, amongst younger players.

A churchyard in the Priesterweg gardens, near the Dominicus sports grounds where the soccer tournament occurred. Photograph by me, May 17, 2024. All rights reserved.

ONE STREET OVER from the southwestern gardens of Priesterweg, few cars were rolling along the Vorarlberger Damm. It was 11 a.m. on Saturday, May 18. It was also the first day of the long Pentecost weekend, ending in a statutory holiday on Monday.

At the brick building that the 1 FC Schöneberg soccer club uses for its training, bicycles were attached to every fence and post in sight. Music came from the rear.

After passing through two sets of glass doors, the first signs of a soccer tournament finally appeared.

Teenagers and young adults thronged at the chainlink fence around a field. They wore bright jerseys in blue, white, red, orange... Team jerseys: names of clubs like FC Casino 05 written on the back, or the logo of the asylum rights group Pro Asyl. Or individual jerseys, with names like the French soccer legend Zinedine Zidane's.

It was hard to miss the many Berlin teams. But the tournament also hosted teams from Tempelhof-Schöneberg's partner towns, districts, municipalities, cities, authority areas, and communes in France, Germany, Israel, the Netherlands, Poland, and the UK.

AT THE chainlink barriers of the sports grounds, banners hung. One was dedicated to a slogan against racism ("Kein Platz für Rassismus") and another one against homophobia ("Rote Karte für Homophobia").

It wasn't clear if these are always at the training ground, or part of the tournament. On Friday, a campaign to encourage professional LGBTQIA* footballers in Germany to come out of the closet had passed without any announcement after all. May 17 had been the International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia, and Transphobia. The banner was at least a sign that the cause of gay rights and equality in sports is not lost after all.

Outside the fence, local organizations had set up tables.

⚽️ ⚽️ ⚽️

A CLOTHES rack was pulled up beside one table. Soccer jersey samples were hanging from it, showcasing a company that sustainably produces sports kit.

A table of brochures from a coalition of organizations that are campaigning for fair working conditions in the sports apparel and equipment industries. Pictured: a soccer ball that has been taken apart to show the techniques that go into the hand-sewing. All rights reserved. Intellectual property rights remain with the organizations. Photo taken May 18, 2024.

FAIR TRADE was at the heart of the brochures and posters at another table, too.

Soccer balls, the woman at the table explained, are almost all manufactured in Pakistan. Handstitching the hexagons together requires special expertise, and this expertise is often provided by women.

To pay these women a living wage, consumers would need to agree to pay 3€ more per ball, offsetting the rise in production costs.

A regular, full-sized UEFA Euro Cup 2024 soccer ball from Adidas costs 29.95€ or more. The price for Euro 2024 balls sold by other sponsors is, surprisingly, even lower.

(According to an overview on the website of the Free University Berlin, up to 60 million soccer balls are manufactured during tournaments.)

German soccer teams at every level – from children's school sports classes up to the Bundesliga – could commit to using only fair trade certified apparel and accessories. In an €11 billion-per-year industry, it would make a difference.

Berlin's sports association, Landessportbund Berlin, is advertising a subsidy of up to 50% for sports clubs that do buy fair trade.

Q: Which German soccer club follows the most thorough sustainability plan? A: FC St. Pauli. It's a club from Hamburg. And it has just made German sports headlines: after an extraordinary season, it's climbed out of the 2nd national league and reached the Bundesliga.

(Source: a quiz activity for the athletes at the soccer tournament. A 2022 Berliner Zeitung online article also mentioned that the club produces its own jerseys.)

⚽️ ⚽️ ⚽️

THE BERLIN group Weltacker e.V. had set up a table to promote organic food for athletes. The young woman standing behind it offered seeds from the little jars of chickpeas and other grains, to take home.

A miniature poster for Weltacker Berlin e.V. It is organizing 2 June events in connection with the UEFA Euro Cup. Intellectual property rights remain with Weltacker. Photo taken May 19, 2024.

One or two more tables were set up nearer the stage.

***

AROUND 11:30 a.m. the first matches began on the fields.

It was easy to imagine that soccer balls would fly from one pitch into another, but until I left at 11:45 there seemed to be no major incident.

Heavy clouds with scrolled edges, grey and white, passed over the playing fields. But the thunderstorms that had been forecast didn't break.

The quarter finals, semi-finals, and final took place this morning.

[jcmarchi]

3D atomic details of next-generation alloys revealed for first time - Technology Org

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3D atomic details of next-generation alloys revealed for first time - Technology Org

Alloys, which are materials such as steel that are made by combining two or more metallic elements, are among the underpinnings of contemporary life. They are essential for buildings, transportation, appliances and tools — including, very likely, the device you are using to read this story. In applying alloys, engineers have faced an age-old trade-off common in most materials: Alloys that are hard tend to be brittle and break under strain, while those that are flexible under strain tend to dent easily.

Atomic map of a high-entropy alloy nanoparticle shows different categories of elements in red, blue and green, and twinning boundaries in yellow. Image credit: Miao Lab/UCLA

Possibilities for sidestepping that trade-off arose about 20 years ago, when researchers first developed medium- and high-entropy alloys, stable materials that combine hardness and flexibility in a way in which conventional alloys do not. (The “entropy” in the name indicates how disorderly the mixture of the elements in the alloys is.)

Now, a UCLA-led research team has provided an unprecedented view of the structure and characteristics of medium- and high-entropy alloys. Using an advanced imaging technique, the team mapped, for the first time ever, the three-dimensional atomic coordinates of such alloys. In another scientific first for any material, the researchers correlated the mixture of elements with structural defects.

“Medium- and high-entropy alloys had been previously imaged at the atomic scale in 2D projections, but this study represents the first time that their 3D atomic order has been directly observed,” said corresponding author Jianwei “John” Miao, a professor of physics in the UCLA College and member of the California NanoSystems Institute at UCLA. “We found a new knob that can be turned to boost alloys’ toughness and flexibility.”

Medium-entropy alloys combine three or four metals in roughly equal amounts; high-entropy alloys combine five or more in the same way. In contrast, conventional alloys are mostly one metal with others intermixed in lower proportions. (Stainless steel, for example, can be three-quarters or more of iron.)

To understand the scientists’ findings, think of a blacksmith forging a sword. That work is guided by the counterintuitive fact that small structural defects actually make metals and alloys tougher. As the blacksmith repeatedly heats a soft, flexible metal bar until it glows and then quenches it in water, structural defects accrue that help turn the bar into an unyielding sword.

Miao and his colleagues focused on a type of structural defect called a twin boundary, which is understood to be a key factor in medium- and high-entropy alloys’ unique combination of toughness and flexibility. Twinning happens when strain causes one section of a crystal matrix to bend diagonally while the atoms around it remain in their original configuration, forming mirror images on either side of the boundary.

The researchers used an array of metals to make nanoparticles, so small they can be measured in billionths of a meter. Six medium-entropy alloy nanoparticles combined nickel, palladium and platinum. Four nanoparticles of a high-entropy alloy combined cobalt, nickel, ruthenium, rhodium, palladium, silver, iridium and platinum.

The process to create these alloys resembles an extreme — and extremely fast — version of the blacksmith’s task. The scientists liquified the metal at over 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit for five-hundredths of a second, then cooled it down in less than one-tenth that time. The idea is to fix the solid alloy in the same varied mixture of elements as a liquid. Along the way, the shock of the process induced twin boundaries in six of the 10 nanoparticles; four of those each had a pair of twins.

Identifying the defects required an imaging technique the researchers developed, called atomic electron tomography. The technique uses electrons because atomic-level details are much smaller than wavelengths of visible light. The resulting data can be mapped in 3D because multiple images are captured as a sample is rotated. Tuning atomic electron tomography to map the complex mixtures of metals was a painstaking endeavor.

“Our goal is to find the truth in nature, and our measurements have to be as accurate as possible,” said Miao, who is also deputy director of the STROBE National Science Foundation Science and Technology Center. “We worked slowly, pushing the limit to make each step of the process as perfect as possible, then moved on to the next step.”

The scientists mapped each atom in the medium-entropy alloy nanoparticles. Some of the metals in the high-entropy alloy were too similar in size for electron microscopy to differentiate among them. So the map of those nanoparticles grouped the atoms into three categories.

The researchers observed that the more that atoms of different elements (or different categories of elements) are mixed, the more likely the alloy’s structure will change in a way that contributes to matching toughness with flexibility. The findings could inform the design of medium- and high-entropy alloys with added durability and even unlock potential properties currently unseen in steel and other conventional alloys by engineering the mixture of certain elements.

“The problem with studying defective materials is that you have to look at each individual defect separately to really know how it affects the surrounding atoms,” said co-author Peter Ercius, a staff scientist at Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory’s Molecular Foundry. “Atomic electron tomography is the only technique with the resolution to do that. It’s just amazing that we can see jumbled atomic arrangements at this scale inside such small objects.”

Miao and his colleagues are now developing a new imaging method that combines atomic electron microscopy with a technique for identifying a sample’s makeup based on the photons it emits, in order to distinguish between metals with atoms of similar size. They are also developing ways to examine bulk medium- and high-entropy alloys and to understand fundamental relationships between their structures and properties.

The study was published Dec. 20 in the journal Nature.

The co-first authors of the study are Saman Moniri, a former UCLA postdoctoral scholar; Yao Yang, who earned a doctorate from UCLA in 2021; and Jun Ding of Xi’an Jiaotong University in China. Other co-authors are UCLA postdoctoral scholars Yuxuan Liao; former UCLA postdoctoral scholars Yakun Yuan, Jihan Zhou, Long Yang and Fan Zhu; and Yonggang Yao and Liangbing Hu of University of Maryland, College Park.

The study was supported by the U.S. Department of Energy. The experiment was performed at Berkeley Lab’s Molecular Foundry, also sponsored by the DOE.

Source: UCLA

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[cucumberwedge]

Power Rangers has only ever had one orange ranger as a mainstay member in its 30 year history, and there’s never been a stated reason why. From that I had an idea:

What if there was a conspiracy to keep orange members off the team?

Hence my game idea: Color Bearers (title pending)

The “Color Bearers” are an elite squad of 5+ members w/ multiple colored suits which bestow elemental and generic superhuman abilities.

Each member has a “shuttle” or mech vehicle which combine into a larger humanoid mecha

There were originally 7 members, each one a different color of ROYGBIV. Indigo was the first to be axed, bringing it down to ROYGBV.

Orange was later cut from the team due to a field accident causing their death, of which started a chain of orange bearers dying in an untimely fashion.

Violet was later changed to pink as a marketing plow, which resulted in the original violet bearer being replaced.

Additional members were frequently added and cut, including: a black beater and white bearer who were cut as they didn’t fit the theme. Metallic bearers such as gold, silver, and bronze, who were also cut for not being strictly color.

The “Color Bearers” have only been around for 20~ years or so, as such members have been continuously replaced.

Indigo and violet only had 1 bearer each as they were cut very early on.

Pink has had 5 bearers, as they needed to be seen as the “young and hip girly-girl” member. Each bearer had been cut after their 22nd birthday to maintain the status quo.

Yellow has had 3 bearers, meant to be seen as a “stoic-tomboy,” who isn’t very feminine but also isn’t confrontational. The previous bearers had been replaced due to sociopathic tendencies, which resulted from their mandate of not emoting outwardly.

Green has had 6 bearers, who much like pink was meant to be a “young and hip” member, but had a more rebellious teenage-spirit. And much like pink, green bearers had been cut after they turned 20, as they were no longer teenagers.

Blue had had 2 bearers, set as “the smart one,” and was shown to have a more practical usage on the actual field of battle. The first bearer had actually been killed in battle, and was replaced by his son more recently.

Red has had 2 bearers, set generically as the leader. The first bearer had actually died early in the bearers’ history, and was quickly replaced by the 2nd bearers, who has stayed the red bearer for over 20 years.

Orange has had 5 bearers, and was originally set to be “co-captain,” someone more level-headed and with less of an ego than red. There hasn’t been an orange bearer that has lasted more than 7 months, all of which “accidentally” died in the field of battle. This has led many on and off the team to think of orange as a bad omen, or just that the color is cursed.

All previous orange bearers had been chosen specifically by the red bearer, as they were seen as equal in potential capabilities as red.

[leiajoydesign]

Saturday 20th May 2023 - Colour Theory

Colour and Light: Colour does not exist in darkness. It is light, which travels in waves, that gives colour to the world. When light passes through a prism, it can be split into its constituent colours, creating a spectrum.

Colour Wheel Theory: The colour wheel is a visual representation of how colours relate to each other. It organises colours into a circular format, usually divided into 12 sections or segments. The colour wheel helps us understand colour relationships and aids in colour selection and combination.

Primary Colours: The primary colours are the foundation of the colour wheel theory. They cannot be created by mixing other colours and are used to create all other colours. The traditional primary colours are, Red Blue & Yellow

Secondary Colours: Secondary colours are created by mixing equal parts of two primary colours. They are located between the primary colours they are made from on the colour wheel. The secondary colors are, Green (created by mixing blue and yellow), Orange (created by mixing red and yellow), Purple (created by mixing red and blue)

Tertiary Colours: Tertiary colours are created by mixing a primary colour with its nearest secondary colour. They are located between the primary and secondary colours on the color wheel. Tertiary colours provide a wider range of hues and include shades like red-orange, blue-green, and yellow-green.

Colour Combinations: Using a colour wheel can help compare colour combinations and determine what works well together and what should be avoided. Here are a few common colour combinations based on the colour wheel:

Clear Contrast: This involves pairing colours that are opposite each other on the colour wheel, known as complementary colours. Examples include red and green, blue and orange, and yellow and purple. Complementary colours create a strong visual contrast.

Perfect Balance: For a subtler contrast, create a team of four colours arranged as complementary pairs. This means pairing a colour with its direct complement and two additional colours on either side. This balanced combination adds depth and harmony to a colour scheme.

Harmony of Hues: Another approach is to create harmonious colour combinations. This can be achieved by focusing on either cool or warm tones:

Cool Combination: Using cool tones such as blues and greens can create a calm and soothing color scheme.

Warmer Tones: Opting for warmer tones, such as reds and oranges, can evoke a sense of warmth and energy.

Balanced Trio: A balanced trio consists of three colours that are equally spaced on the colour wheel. This triadic colour scheme offers a vibrant and visually pleasing combination.

By understanding colour theory and utilising the colour wheel I can make informed choices when it comes to colour selection, creating harmonious compositions, and effectively conveying emotions or messages within my work.

[florasearle]

Penguin's Brand Identity

Penguin's History and Societal Impact:

In 1935 Allen Lane established Penguin. Lane recognised the disportionate accessibility of books. Only wealthy people used to own books and Lane wanted to make them accessible to everyone-a point that reflects their brand message today. As such, Penguin was the first cheap mass market paperback publisher sold at six pence each. Penguin appeared in station book stalls, paper shops and pubs. Nowadays, Penguin sells their books online on their website, as well as through other companies like Waterstones and other book shops all across the world.

"We remain true to Allen Lane’s original vision today through our mission: we make books for everyone, because a book can change anyone".

Reflecting their brand messaging, Penguin has been responsible for the integration of books within food banks, prisons and homeless shelters across the UK.

Penguin also emphasises the importance of sustainability within the brief, and this idea is reflected in their sustainability report. 100% of their paper is sustainably sourced and "in 2019 cut single plastic use within our warehouses by 47%, the equivalent of 37.6 tonnes".

Inclusivity is a key point for penguin and their leadership team stands as equal parts men and women. Penguin also opens up opportunities for under-represented groups via their WriteNow programme.

Their books:

Penguin publish "over 1,500 every year across a wide range of categories and genres, including fiction and non-fiction, adult and children’s, and commercial bestsellers and literary classics." Penguin offers these books in a variety of formats-from e-books to the traditional physical book. Each colour was representative of a genre:

Green=crime

Pink=travel and adventure

Blue=biography

Red= drama

Purple= essays

Yellow=miscellaneous

Orange=fiction

Their mode of address:

Penguin is a brand that evokes compassion, authenticity and excitement for their products and the opportunities that arise from reading. Their ultimate goals can be summarised as three keywords: Inclusivity, Community and Sustainability.

How this impacts my approach:

Penguin's message of community significantly reflects my generations need for connection. Community is the key aspect I wanted to take into my designs-with my bracelet at the forefront of this. This is because a visual display of an interest can spark social connections.

"It's not just about the book, it's about the company as well. And books help with socialising."

Their merchandise:

The current Penguin merchandise is a simple design reflective of the original books. This is effective for those who do have nostalgia for brand, but as they identify on their brief, this won't connect to Gen Z audiences.

Their merchandise products as stands:

Notebooks, tote bags, mugs, umbrellas, postcards, tea towels, book ends, book bench, prints and pencil cases.

Their Classics Collection:

I looked instead to their book designs itself and felt inspired by the detailed covers. This ornamental approach, as also seen in their one book end design, sparked my interest.

How this impacts my approach:

Prior to sketching out my ideas for the brief, I was aware of the clothbound book collection, as I possess some myself. These book designs use visual motifs from the novel, and so I thought to represent classic literature novels within my charm designs. I have only selected classic literature to reflect the trends identified on Tiktok as romanticising classic literature is trending amongst Gen Z. There are communities formulated around this romanticisation, such as 'Coquette' and 'Dark Academia'. I am yet to extend this concept out into my other merchandise ideas, but this is a starting point.

Penguins Audience:

Their brand message is to "make books for everyone", but their goal at the moment is to cultivate more interest amongst Gen Z. YouGov provides the statistics for overall readers in the UK, with only "7% of 18 to 24 year olds" reading. The market is also dominated by women, with 27% reading daily. This correlates with my concept of a bracelet appealing to female audiences, but that is not to say the bracelet can't exist as a unisex item. Merchandise like badges are more likely appeal to men.

Penguin have explored various digital services to connect with their younger audience, including influencers and YouTubers in their Pride Book Club.

Penguin Social Media

Penguin capitalise on the trends of Tiktok to promote their brand. A recent of example of this can be seen here: https://www.tiktok.com/@penguinbooks/video/7195566705282747690

By engaging in trend, Penguin make themselves known to Gen Z audiences and emit understanding of our humour and interests, ultimately conveying themselves as a brand of authenticity.

Penguin also have a large Instagram following at 569K. Their content consists of new book releases and article updates to lead viewers to their site. Their Tiktoks are also shared using the Reel section which is most popular amongst Gen Z. They use a minimalist palette with gradients that could arguably be expanded on.

Brand Guidelines:

Visual elements to consider

[accio-victuuri]

so let’s talk about this photo and what it means 🚥

disclaimer, this is equal parts fandom reflection and the actual cpn because these two must go together to fully explain this candy. 🍭

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Let’s start with the CPN. Short explanation is, turtles are interpreting the photo as a sign of Yibo and his team acknowledging turtles. Knowing all the drama that was going down between so/os and turtles, it is speculated to be a small way of comforting turtles. This photo was posted by Yibo-Official and it is front and center. A really important position if you are making a 9-grid post. I have to agree that it’s a really good capture and deserves the spot, whether it means what we think it means is not something we will ever know. There is a part of me that is happy that even if it was blurred out ( as it should ) we know it’s still there.

and then today, Yibo-official posted a recap of SDC which includes lots of highlights from the show. They chose the same photo and with that red/green turtle light again. turtles are cheering because it “proves” the point that it’s an important photo. If somehow, YBO got wind that certain people didn’t like them using that — they would have scrapped it from the recap post. they didn’t. there is also a fake rumor that went around before all of this where it specifically says Klein Blue, which is also mentioned in the SDC recap post.

In the past, GG liked hats, but recently Xiao Wang was also hooked. There are several Klein blues sent by the brand, and GG helped him wear them.

The word 克莱因蓝 was both in the fake rumor and this Yibo-official post. What a coincidence. What are the chances that YBO will use the same word and focus on that detail. This is the color of his beanie in SDC as well as the whole crew — which is a nod to a popular b-boy crew rocksteady. There is also a really cute detail ( in the same rumor ) where it said XZ will pull the beanie down Web’s eyes & nose and then kiss him 😭😭😭

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Finally, some fandom reflection and I will keep this as short as possible cause I don’t wanna repeat myself. I have talked about my thoughts on the whole drama surrounding the SDC finale over here and I have no plans on looking into the incidents further. I initially didn’t want to talk about this CPN because it misses the point of what we should learn from the SDC fan groups drama. Which is — there should be no competition. There is no sense in trying to make Yibo choose between cpf and so/os AND WE SHOULD NOT MAKE HIM CHOOSE. if we did, and if he is forced to, i’m pretty sure cpfs will be letdown. I understand the happiness when Yibo shows a bit of bias towards us but it shouldn’t be something to dwell on and start a fight. I never understood the “need” to seek his approval like a child waiting for their parent’s praises. He appreciates everyone who supports his work. That’s it. The best thing we can do is make him proud of the people who call themselves “yibo fans”.

In the end, whatever negative things people do, yibo will be the one to suffer and take the blame. I take no sides in what happened and whatever may happen in the future. fanwars are never good and are always from a place of selfishness, because if you really do care about yibo, you’d shut your mouth. Let’s just support Yibo and what he does, don’t forget the original intention of protecting the boys.

-END.

[beelovesnct]

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲 [𝐞𝐩. 𝟏]

— snippets of Aiko in episode 1 of 2022 NCT Field Day:

Introduction

Aiko enters as part of the white team, carrying a green clapping toy (she borrowed one from Hendery) and playing with it with only mild enthusiasm; she was also wearing the glitch sunglasses that Chenle opted to borrow later that morning.

Then Taeyong and Yuta busted out some b-boying moves and Aiko started cheering for real.

Throughout the whole introduction, Aiko is seen to be beside Jaemin, both with an expression of being torn between excitement and the desire to finish early so they could go home.

Small chuckles were heard from the female member when Jungwoo and Haechan suddenly busted out in an impromptu duet (she thought it was too cringey to not be funny).

Haechan dragged Aiko to the platform for the warm-up exercise, if not for the sake of teasing her.

"Right, here we have our resident cheerleader, Aiko!" He received a large blow to the arm as a response.

Did the exercise properly regardless, and earned comments saying how cute she was from the older members (mainly Taeyong), "Cutie Aiko."

Raise the Rope

Entered the jump rope as second to the last, right after Jaemin and before Jungwoo.

It was physically painful for her to jump that high, but relief came when Jungwoo eventually caught the rope in between his legs.

Still crouched down beside Mark, her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

Mark teasingly patted her back, "Aigoo, cutie Aiko is already tired...Aigoo."

Chenle gave her his drink though, so everything was fine after a while.

That was until round two.

This time, she was second to enter, right after Jungwoo and before Yuta. (She didn't know why she was just pushed by someone and entered unwillingly)

"Yah! Hurry up!" She would scream, her legs feeling the tension with every jump.

They lost at the eight jump altogether, and Aiko crawled her way back to the line, leaning against an equally tired Jaemin.

"I hate cardio." The camera caught her mumble into Jaemin's shoulder.

Jaemin silently patted her head in comfort.

Cherry Ball

Taeyong was the striker, and Aiko was the defender.

They shared a look,"Don't worry, I'll block everything."

Aiko nodded, "You better."

"Eomma, Appa!" Aiko jeered, as Doyoung and Taeyong faced each other competitively, earning screams and laughter from the other members.

Aiko hides behind Taeyong's figure, holding his shirt tight as they maneuver around the flying balls.

Got ousted when Renjun shot a ball right into Aiko's face (Taeyong tripped, leaving her upper body vulnerable).

Aiko dramatically fell to the ground with Haechan screaming "Red Card!", prompting Renjun to run quickly in both worry and fear (all the other members who already go hit were laughing because they knew it wasn't that serious).

Got pulled up by a wheezing Mark, "Aish, what are we going to do with you," with Renjun apologizing profusely in tow "Aiko, I'm so sorry!"

Aiko waved it off, "I'm fine, don't worry about it."

But even after they lost, Renjun wouldn't leave her side.

Actually got an excuse to sit out the next two rounds, making Jungwoo participate in her stead.

"Looks like something good comes out of being hit," Renjun nudged her shoulders in partial guilt, "I'm sorry."

She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "Honestly, being hit is better than constantly running."

Renjun agreed, "Okay yeah, that I agree with."

MC-ed the remaining rounds of the game with Renjun.

But stayed quiet to the point that the members were teasing words out of them.

"MCs please say something!"

Aiko teased back, "something."

The white team did end up winning, receiving cheers from everyone—including Aiko who was clapping with her arms raised up in the air.

In Renjun's small ment, he still managed to squeeze in an apology to Aiko, who cut him off with a loud, "Yah! Stop, let's just eat!"

I know she's wearing blue in the picture! But she's in the white team for sure kajhsjd

[insomniac-jay]

New Justice (Part 1)

Mar'i Grayson | Nightstar

The daughter of Starfire (Koriand'r/Kory Anders-Grayson) and Nightwing (Richard "Dick" Grayson). She's the de facto leader and overall peacekeeper of the group. She has her mother's Tamaranean powers and is highly acrobatic with training from her dad.

She's quite popular around Justice Academy and has a large group of friends, most of whom are her teammates. While she is a strong and kind leader, her fear of death sometimes holds her back.

Arella "Elly" Logan | Anima

The eldest of Beast Boy (Garfield Logan) and Raven (Rachel Roth-Logan). Her powers include Garfield's shapeshifting, Rachel's empathy and astral projection, and some small bits of magic.

She is Mar'i's best friend and has been close to her ever since they were small children. There are rumors that she has a crush on her teammate but Elly never addresses them. Aside from being a superhero, she aspires to be an Olympic ice skater.

Steven Logan | Equalizer

The middle child. Steven is named after his adoptive grandfather Mento and is the 2nd most powerful behind his sister Rita. Like Beast Boy, he has green skin but Raven's black hair. His powers include the astral projection by pulling the darkness out of one's soul, time manipulation, and dimension travel.

Currently, he is dating Lois Kent-Drake and they seem to be very serious about it. He's protective of his sisters and is always keeping an eye on Rita. He also has this weird rivalry going on with Chalino Allen-Reyes.

Rita Logan | Evermore

The youngest but strongest child. Rita was born blind and fluctuates between using her white cane and using her powers to get around, but that doesn't make her any less of a threat. Much like Steven, she is named after her adoptive grandmother Elasti-Girl. Her powers include magic, empathy, psionics, and the ability to create astral projections of animals.

She's the weird cryptic girl on campus but she's also very entertaining. Rita has Autism and is known to infodump to others before, during, and after missions.

Lois Kent-Drake | Valor

The eldest child of Miss Martian, Red Robin, and Superboy. She's the girl next door type; friendly, kind, has an interest in veterinary care, doesn't dress flashy. She has a mix of Martian, Kryptonian, and human physiology thus making her a hybrid of all three - but prefers using her psionic powers.

One of her biggest dreams is to become a veterinarian and she has a pet bunny named Jodie. When not with New Justice, she's a sometimes member of a vigilante group called the Lizzies.

Chalino Allen-Reyes | Azure Lightning

The son of Blue Beetle (Jaime Reyes) and Impulse (Bart Allen). This dude is the guy version of a mean girl - doesn't help that he's super smart, either. At the moment, him and Steven are locked in this really weird half academic, half something something masculinity rivalry.

His power is super speed - a trademark of other Flash family members.

Rhea Beecher-Duncan | Soul

Daughter of Bumblebee (Karen Beecher-Duncan) and Herald (Mal Duncan). Rhea is just ad confident as her mama Karen and doesn't like being told what to do - but tolerates it and listens for the sake of the team. Unfortunately, she is oblivious to when someone has a crush on her.

Her powers include empathy, telekinesis, and aura control. She can perceive the auras of others as colorful electricity.

Lily Jean Kent-Drake | Muse

Lily Jean is Lois's adopted younger sister. She is not Kryptonian or Martian or even Metahuman; rather, she is an Musoi from a different planet. She was found by Red Robin and Martian Manhunter after her ship crash landed outside of Gotham. Lily Jean is selectively mute and only talks to her family members.

As a Musoi, her powers are derived from sound and music. She can telepathically communicate with others using music as a medium.

Danny McNamara | Beatdown

Danny is Steven's best friend and a Metahuman from Star City. Both of his parents are athletes so he was very healthy and active growing up. He was found and recruited by Damian Wayne around the same time Steven was.

His powers include superhuman strength, pressure manipulation, and an enhanced physiology that doesn't allow his bones to be broken easily.

@calciumcryptid @peachyblkdemonslayer

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: A woman with light skin, orange hair in a ponytail, green eyes, and a painted white face with black eye makeup and lipstick. She is wearing a black beret, a black choker necklace with a violet charm, a black and white striped sweater with a black tank top underneath, grey wrist-length gloves, black shorts, black and white striped tights, and black slip-on shoes. She has her hands out as though pressing against the side and top of an invisible box from the inside, and is looking back to the Pokemon Mr. Mime behind her. Mr. Mime is a humanoid Pokemon with a light-skinned head, red cheeks, long blue hair-like growths on the sides of its head, a white body with red spherical growths at the shoulders, hips, and front of the torso, long skinny light-skinned legs, white hands with red spots on the fingers, white knees, and blue feet shaped like curled shoes. It has its hands up to press against the opposite side of the "box" it and its trainer are in. Behind them is grass and autumnal trees. End ID.]

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"...!"

(The woman walks up to you and hands you a small card, which you then read.)

"Bonjour! My name is Chanterelle, and I come from Kalos! Apologies for the unconventional introduction, but I prefer to battle in costume, and while in costume I do not speak. I am looking forward to our battle, no matter who may win!"

More Battle Peak representatives! Kalos's representative is Chanterelle, a professional mime with an eccentric performance style and an equally eccentric battling style. She commands her Pokemon with no spoken word, though it is incredibly likely that there is some sort of telepathy or other nonverbal signaling involved, considering both the fact that her team are almost all psychic-types or Pokemon with psychic-adjacent abilities and the fact that Red was able to get to his skill level without hardly a spoken word himself. Chanterelle can speak, she just refuses to do so in costume as stated above, or whenever she's wearing that choker collar actually. It's a soundproofer, it helps keep slip-ups to an absolute minimum hehe.

Given that Battle Peak is a Battle Tower-esque setup, Chanterelle's team is slightly randomized depending on what battle conditions you have set. She will select either three (for single battles) or four (for double battles) from her "full" team of six. She will always include Mr. Mime on her team, and the rest of her team can include Klefki, Zoroark, Chandelure, Wobbuffet, and Malamar.

...also you wanna know something? Y'know how last year I got interested in mimes? Thank Chanterelle for that, it's her fault that I got into mimes! The inspiration research I did, it just ended up captivating me! Though there are some things I, um...I wish I didn't come across. (lookin' at you, m1m3 & d4sh, did NOT need to see that crap)

💖🐶 Check out my pinned post for ways to support my artwork, among other things! 🐶💖

~If you like, please reblog to show your friends! Likes are appreciated, but reblogs let more people see my content! If you have something to say, feel free to give feedback in tags/comments/replies as well!~

Mr. Mime and other Pokemon concepts © Nintendo/GameFreak Chanterelle Voclain, the Cantessy region, and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

[sherlockisademigod]

Minor schools around the world: Agra, India, Wizarding Montessori Elementary of India (WMEI)

WMEI, or Wizarding Montessori Elementary of India, is one of the largest minor schools in the world. Located in Agra, India, it holds around 5000 children. It’s a day and homestay school, going from Grade 1 to Grade 6. It’s also an elemental and wandless magic school (students then go onto Karmana), and provides muggle teaching material for muggleborns.

Disguised as India’s second largest school in the muggle world, the extensive grounds holds many things, including:

15 greenhouses

3 fields (One for Quidditch, another for a flying carpet version of cricket, and one for muggle use)

2 gymnasiums

3 playsets

A large, many-leveled library, which is tall enough to hide those who are flying

Rather then being sorted by traits, students are sorted by the element they use, just like Karmana: -Air: Free spirits, they tend to excel in air sports. Often known as rulebreakers or wildcards, they adore being outdoors, even during monsoon season. Their colors are white and gray; they have a peacock as their mascot, which struts around the quidditch field as it pleases.

- Fire: Fierce-tempered, strong-willed, but impulsive and loud-mouthed, they are the leaders of the students. Although insensitive and unforgiving, this house is loyal to the school- in times of strife, it is usually they who erect the flame-borders around WMEI. Their colors are red and orange; their mascot is a tiger, which slumbers below their dorms and only awakens when it feels the school is threatened. 

-Earth: Although known for being shy and introverted, these students are geniuses, and spend an equal amount of time in the library as their beloved herbology greenhouses. With a tendency to be perfectionists and a bit self-centered, they often clash strongly with the House of Fire. Their colors are green and yellow; their mascot is a huge basilisk that, like the tiger, slumbers below the school. When the school is under attack, it winds itself around the school, glare freezing anyone who dares come near.

-Water: Unpredictable and easy-going, they get along well with the House of Fire and Air. Like the House of Air, they love going outside, especially during Monsoon season. Although a tendency to also get in trouble, they can be reined in a bit more- it’s just that the water doesn’t like hearing someone say “no”, whereas nobody can control the air, even those in the House of Air. Their colors are blue and  purple; their mascot is an elephant. Those in the Houses of Water and Air love riding on it. 

Classes offered are: (Mandatory): Charms, Transfiguration, Maths, English, Ancient Runes, Astronomy, Hindi, Magical animal taming, DADA, English

(Can be replaced with other related classes based on student’s interests): Science/Potions, Sanskrit/Urdu, Muggle Art/Magical art

(Electives): Theater, mythology, Concert band, Drama, P.E, muggle studies

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Wake up bell: 6:15

Breakfast: 6:45 Homestay students arrive: 7:15 (Schools doors open at this time) Classes start: 8:00 Lunch: 11:30

Classes end: 5:00 After school on-campus activities: 5:15-6:30 (Homestay students go home after; school doors close) Dinner: 6:30 Lights out: 7:00 School starts on August 15th (Or the day after), and there is a Diwali break from October 28th to November 8th. Christmas break starts on December 20th and ends on January 2nd. Unlike most Asian Wizarding schools, WMEI has a short mid-term break from March 12th to March 22nd (Adjusted as needed). Summer break starts June 16th and ends the day before school starts.

After school activities available on WMEI grounds: (Clubs): Sanskrit, potions, Homework, STEM (Science, Transfiguration, Engineering, Magic), Chess, Math

(Teams): Quidditch, Carpet Cricket, Soccer, Kabaddi

[pillow-anime-talk]

chibi-chan.

synopsis: A little bit of jokes about your height from GoM’s boys or situations where you need some help. But don’t worry, we all know that you are super cute and adorable.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; comedy; fluff; romance; jokes; also protective/helpful boyfriends; sfw

includes: female reader ft. ryouta kise, daiki aomine, shintarou midorima, atsushi murasakibara, seijuurou akashi & tetsuya kuroko {knb}

— RYOUTA

You’ve been wondering how to impress your boyfriend for a few days, because he hasn’t paid much attention to you for a long time. Even when you came in a different hairstyle or changed your perfume, Ryouta just smiled at you, then stole one kiss from you and run for basketball team training...

Oh, right. Basketball. You didn’t know a bigger fan of this sport than your boyfriend. Stupid thought of playing basketball passed through your head to show off your skills (or rather attempts to have any skills to play in this sport) to Kise.

The more you thought about it, the more convinced you were. You decided to try and on Friday immediately after your lessons you went to the gym. You knew that at 5 p.m. the Kaijou team would start their training, so you only had an hour to take off your whole uniform, jump into the P.E.’s tracksuit and pick one ball from the big bin and start slowly throwing into the basket hoop.

Of course, it’s easy to guess that it was hard for you to hit into the hoop with your... small height. Certainly when you were born, you didn’t queue for ‘being tall’, but rather for a nice smile and big eyes. No wonder that for the first ten casts only one was successful and it was certainly a coincidence, because the ball spun three times on the rim before falling inside.

“I suck in this game.” You muttered under your breath, again taking a position on the first line on the court.

You were so absorbed in the game that you didn’t even notice how a curious blond-head looked inside the gym because of the noise and the light on. What a surprise for Kaijou’s ace who saw you in front of the basketball board and the ball in your hands.

However, when he noticed your next inaccurate shot he laughed under his breath. “I think you’re a little too short for this game, Y/Ncchi.” He said in an amused voice, entered the room. You turned to the voice and then sighed.

“And too short for you to notice me, huh?” You added wearily, catching the ball.

“Y/Ncchi... I always see you!”

“I don’t think so. But I don’t blame you. I just wanted to... impress you. You like basketball, so maybe you would like me more if I could play with you.” You shrugged, throwing ball into the hoop again. Miss. “Shit.”

The blonde man shook his head approaching you. “I like you no matter what you do or how you do it. You don’t have to play basketball to impress me. You should change you for you and only you, not me or someone else. Anyway, I said what I said. I notice you all the time, Y/Ncchi. You looked pretty last time when you had a ponytail. Your new perfume was amazing too. Hmm, now when I think about it, I don’t praised you for that, right? But know that I appreciate everything you do.” He confessed quietly, patting you on the head. “And now Chibicchi, I’ll show you how to play basketball, because you have a terrible position to throw a ball...”

— DAIKI

Aomine definitely loved teasing you the most if your height was at stake. He usually made you as his own armrest or asked what’s weather below. They were a puppy jokes that somewhat irritated you, somewhat amused you, and somewhat embarrassed you, but what can you do? After all, they were just pokes and you knew that well. In retaliation, you often mocked him by calling him a ladder, giraffe or Eiffel Tower.

Daiki was glad you weren’t offended about it because... you were incredibly cute to him when your cheeks turned red and slight insults came from your lips. Of course he would never say it out loud, but you were super fluffy for him and he liked this side of you. And hey, as your tall boyfriend he had nice views from above. For this and if necessary he liked to take you on his lap or cuddle with you on the armchair, because you were the pocket-sized person and he could cover your whole body by his.

But as I wrote, Aomine would never have said it out loud. He just always laughed, saying you were shrunk again.

Of course, Daiki wasn’t such a bastard to you.

I mean, yes. Aomine had the right to make fun of you, but no one else him could do it, because he knew that after all your height is your complex. Your boyfriend spoke his jokes in a gentle way, always saying at the end that he loves your body anyway, because of this he feels more manly and needful. He didn’t spare wet kisses or hickeys on your chest at that time, so you didn’t feel bad with him. You love each other very much.

However, when other people’s jokes were involved, such as those from girls who were jealous of your blue-haired man or gross jokes from boys who didn’t like Aomine or wanted to pick you up... Daiki changed his mood immediately.

Just like now, when you were walking towards Aomine’s class to go to the roof with him and have breakfast. Unfortunately, just before the door a couple of first-year students stopped you; one of them hit the wall with his hand, blocking the way for you.

“Hey, Y/N-chan. Oh, this bento is for me?” The tall black-haired boy took your breakfast box, then raised it high up, smiling broadly. “Thank you, it’s really nice. You are such a damn cutie.”

“Please, no. W-Wait...”

“Maybe we’ll arrange a date? We can go to the cinema and then to me. I think it won't be a problem with you getting into my bed, because you're so small...”

“Don’t touch me and give my bento back!” You jumped to catch the white box, but in vain.

“Oh, I have great views from my perspective.” The teenager laughed, not even noticing the shadow of a much taller person behind him. The box with your bento was picked up and the perverted student was pressed against the wall next to you.

“Why don’t you repeat what you just said a moment ago?” Daiki asked and you immediately ran up to him, hiding behind him. “Harassing girls... especially girls in the relationship... It’s really shitty, don’t you think? Get out, brat and never approach my girlfriend again.”

As I said, only Daiki can use your height for kissing or joking.

And of course to show that he’s the best boy on the whole world.

— SHINTAROU

Your boyfriend was a difficult man. He rarely showed any emotions, but you knew that he cares about you very much and despite his cold behavior he always worries about you.

No less, Midorima is... Midorima. You didn’t know any bigger tsundere than him; especially when you two were together at the random moment.

Like. Did you forget your scarf? No problem, Shintarou will lend you his own and tell you that you are irresponsible and childish. You’re hungry? All right, your boyfriend will buy you something from the school cafeteria or share his bento saying it’s the last time he does it for you (spoiler: this isn’t the last time because he’s a simp for you anyway). You’re tired? Girl... Midorima will take you on his lap and hug you so tight that your heart will melt, but three times he will mention that you can’t tell anyone about this situation. Mom, I love him.

In any case, Shin has his own way of showing affection, which is primarily based on texting to you or bringing for you your lucky items for the day; for example, recently, Midorima brought you a key ring with a puppy's pendant, because Oha Asa mentioned that this wouldn't be a good day for your zodiac... Sweet.

Today, however, he brought to school only an item for you (by the way, it was a Tokyo’s guide), or so you thought, because Shintarou always discusses with you about his lucky thing. And today he didn’t say a single word about it. He only took your hand and led you to class, saying that he would come for you at your next break.

And so, throughout today’s day Midorima didn’t leave you even for a moment, and by the way he still walked with you by the hand, which was a bit strange for you because Shin didn't like a public PDA. Takao was equally surprised.

Only when you started coming back to home with the green-haired man who was walking next to you (of course with your fingers laced with his) you decided to ask Shintarou if something had happened.

“So... your today’s happy item is a holding hands or maybe rather a woman’s hand?” You asked seriously, laughing under your breath, at which Midorima looked at you surprised.

“No.” He said honestly, so you immediately thought that your boyfriend joined into a PDA lovers! You were about to say something, but he continued. “My lucky thing for today is something small, that’s why I thought about you.”

You hit the boy on the shoulder, blushing furiously. “Idiot.”

— ATSUSHI

With Murasakibara, no matter if you were 155 centimeters tall, 168 centimeters tall or even 180 centimeters tall... you would still be small for him. And because you were below average, your relationship looked at least funny, but also sweet.

Of course, Atsushi didn’t care about your height, what’s more – he considered that it’s your advantage because he was pleased to took you in his arms while watching movies or grab your hands and play with them. Therefore, while you were next to him, you praised him and (maybe) from time to time you fed or played with his hair, Murasakibara paid no attention to your height. And when someone asked him if he didn't mind about it, he answered with his the most weary voice ‘Why would that kind of things should bother me? My Y/N-chin is my Y/N-chin and I like her no matter what. Do you have any problem with her or me?’

Of course, Atsushi is a big baby who likes to tease you, but he doesn’t use words for it; I mean, very often, when you want to kiss him, a tall boy laughs quietly and specifically asks that ‘huh, do you have a problem’ to reaching his lips. He always suggests bringing a ladder or chair. You snort, hitting him at the waist and laught shortly after that. Finally, you always pull him by the shirt to bend him down. He can't refuse you anyway.

Especially when you threaten him with not giving him snacks the next day.

Atsushi is a very supportive boy! If someone else teases you and you feel bad about your height difference, then your man always grabs the other person's head and asks rhetorically whether to crush him. Therefore, in order not to feel bad about it, you immediately offer him something to eat; if it's one of his three favorite dishes he'll probably follow you like a faithful dog.

‘Sushi likes to lift you up and help you to get to the basket board. His height is also very helpful when you cook something together, and he has the task of reaching for ingredients or bowls.

Nevertheless, sometimes he can’t refrain from saying that you are really smol. And if you’re together among the crowd, he sometimes he loses sight of you.

Fortunately, Atsu is so tall that you can find he quickly (usually at food stalls).

“You’re lost again, Y/N-chin...”

“You went to the snack machine without even telling me anything!” You laughed reaching for your wallet to buy ice cream for both of you.

“Sorry, sometimes I forget that you’re so small and have short legs, Chibi-chin.”

— SEIJUUROU

Your boyfriend definitely isn’t one of those type who joke about such serious matters as appearance, style or diseases. However, if he only saw or heard that someone was laughing at you, he immediately appeared next to your figure, which caused the tormentor escape. No one dared to object to Seijuurou, it’s a fact.

Akashi, of course, didn’t laugh at your height as I wrote, but this doesn’t mean that he didn’t like the fact that you asked him a favor or asked him to give you something or help you in doing a random thing. This brat asked for something in return each time; usually it was a kiss but sometimes it was also something more.

In any case, your man always went into defense mode when he was with you, through what many people were surprised by his change from Akashi in the basketball team > Akashi in the company of Y/N.

For example, imagine such a scene: You go to your home with Seijuurou because the boy decided to help you with chemistry and physic, but on your the way you unfortunately stumble over the protruding curb and fall into the ground, injuring your knee. Sei immediately changes from ‘full seriousness’ to “God, honey, are you all right?”

“Sei-kun, I’m not dying.”

“Yes, but it looks really bad. Let me take you in my arms.”

“Seijuurou-kun, I can really go on my own legs.”

“I won’t let you. Come here.”

“You’ll be tired and I’m heavy.”

“No, you’re not. You’re tiny.”

There really is no point in arguing with him because you won’t win anyway. Although you have to admit that thanks to the pink-haired you feel really loved and appreciated. There is no person in the world who cares about you like Akashi.

— TETSUYA

This boy is literally an angel. He probably won’t say a bad word about your height, but if he does, he will be 100% unknowingly about it and if he quickly understands his mistake, he will apologize for it; for example, he says you have recently seemed taller, but after a while he will remember that you were wearing shoes with a higher heel that day, not sneakers. Tetsuya is the most supportive boy in the world who will help you with everything you have a problem with.

You can’t reach the top shelf in the store? Kuroko will take your favorite cereal without a word and say that if you need something else from this or other shelf, just tell him. Do you have a problem with hanging laundry or putting curtains on your window? Tetsuya will gladly help you or lift your body to make you more comfortable. Are you cold? This cutie will lend you his sweatshirt/jacket/blanket, saying that you should take care of yourself, because you quickly catch a cold.

You! Literally! Have! Nothing! To! Complain! About!

Angel. I said what I said.

Kuroko isn’t one of the highest either people, so he is somewhat happy that his girlfriend is much shorter than him and sometimes needs his help for even such simple matters as changing a light bulb, reaching for a book in the library or chips from the storage locker in kitchen.

Sometimes, however, you get the impression that Kuroko is too worried about you. Like at this moment when you were going to go swimming with your boyfriend in the lake because you and your friends from Seirin went for a little rest. And also ‘cause the basketball team has a training under the supervision of Riko.

“Y/N-chan can you swim here? It’s quite deep. I’m worried.”

“Yes, Tetsuya, I can handle it. But I will take your hand when I feel threatened.”

“Yes, but you can hurt yourself. Grab me now. Pretty please.”

Kuroko is definitely cute and lovely, but he should chill.

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Is it cheating to submit a fic request for the pride post you just made? I neeeed the whole thing (I'm on my laptop, but insert the big gay eyes emoji)

fjskdgjslg "big gay eyes emoji" you know what? just for you. just for you i have written this. i'll clean it up and upload to ao3 later but for now: have 2.7k of len dragging a sunburnt, tipsy, and glitter-covered barry back to his apartment, and happy pride!

Len wasn’t the type to begrudge anyone a good time, especially when the good time involved loud music, leather harnesses, and throwing water bottles at cops. Central City’s annual pride parade came as close as it got to challenging that attitude; families, fellow queers, and queens descended on the city waving more flags than the United Nations after a hurricane, all decked out in color combinations that Len hadn’t been able to keep straight since the ‘80s. 

The end result was the kind of crowds that could make a grown man feel claustrophobic in the middle of a city block, and that was without the visible haze of alcohol wafting off the whole event. 

But what the parade lacked in personal space, it made up for with one very important commodity: unattended wallets. 

The flock of sunburnt twinks in denim cut-offs made Len’s job almost too easy—a hand on a sweat-slicked lower back, a flash of blue eyes, and most of them wouldn’t have noticed their wallets going missing if Len had dangled their IDs in front of their faces afterwards. (While there were plenty of women dressed in just as little clothing whom Len certainly wouldn’t have minded getting within robbing distance of, he’d found queer women as a group to be less enthusiastic about uninvited touching and more enthusiastic about wallet chains, even when three sheets to the wind off of canned rosé.)   

He’d taught a dozen visiting suburbanites the importance of not keeping valuables in their back pockets by the time he spotted a familiar profile in the crowd. 

His usual red getup wasn’t much more modest than some of the outfits Len had already seen, but even knowing the shape of that body didn’t prepare Len for seeing Barry Allen stripped to the waist, bright-eyed and flushed and shimmering all over with a fine dusting of glitter. Len noted, on auto-pilot, that it didn’t seem like he’d put any of the glitter there himself; he was standing dangerously close to a drag queen throwing handfuls of the stuff on anyone who got within arm’s reach of her. It set the sun refracting off every dip and plane of muscle across Barry’s chest and stomach. Barry’s hair, already wild and dark at the roots with sweat, was full of it.   

Len’s feet were carrying him closer before he gave himself permission to move. Barry managed to drag Len into his orbit at the best of times; visibly tipsy and dripping sweat, Len would’ve had better luck resisting the turning of the earth. 

Up close, Len could take that Barry had lost his shirt somewhat recently; the slight touch of pink spanning his shoulders and chest had nothing on the serious flush across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. He had a spray of new freckles as well. They were barely distinguishable under the haze of glitter stuck to his skin, but Len noticed them at once, the change unmistakable on an otherwise unchanging face (not a scar to be seen, even after three years of running into burning buildings and jumping in front of bullets; Len was equal parts frustrated and relieved).   

It looked like someone had painted a few strokes of color across one of his cheeks at some point, but it was smudged to hell and back. The back of one of Barry’s hands was stained a tell-tale matching purple, and Len could only guess at what it had been at the start of the day. 

He stepped into Barry’s space as easily as he had the rest, taking care to keep Barry between him and the source of the glitter, and hesitated for the briefest moment with his hand above Barry’s spine. He’d never touched Barry like this, skin to skin; the gloves had never come off between them, metaphorically or literally. Kept things neat. 

Nothing about Barry was neat right now. He turned even before Len touched him, and the movement brought Len’s hand into contact with his side instead. It took everything in Len not to pull it back in a flinch, and he met Barry’s curious glance with a tightly-controlled smirk. 

He’d expected Barry to step back, maybe add a bit of blush to those already-pink cheeks. Instead, Barry’s eyes took a belated second to focus, and then he gave Len a face-splitting grin. 

“Snart!” 

That time, Len did have to pull backwards to avoid Barry dragging him in for a hug. To think he’d been concerned about a hand. 

Barry didn’t seem the least bit put out, smiling loose and easy like Len hadn’t iced him to the door of a bank vault the last time they’d seen each other. He hadn’t taken Barry for such a cheerful drunk—he seemed inclined toward melodrama on a good day—but Len would take it over any of the alternatives. 

“Barry. Fancy seeing you here. And so much of you, at that.” He let his gaze slide down his bare chest and stomach, pulse ticking up at the warm brown of his nipples and the sharp vee of his hipbones that invited his gaze further down. 

“You’re overdressed,” Barry disagreed. He wasn’t quite slurring, but there was a careful deliberation in his tone that told Len it was a near thing. He took a step closer and peered at Len, suspicion evident in those pale green eyes.   “And… sober.”

“I’m not here to score. Perks include keeping my shirt on.” 

For the briefest second, Barry looked almost disappointed. But it was gone in a blink, confusion taking over. He glanced down at himself, puzzled. Then his expression cleared, and he looked up with another easy-going smile.  “I got hot.” His gaze dropped again, to Len this time, and he licked his lips. “Aren’t you… you gotta be hot in all that.” 

Len was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and thin jacket, and it hadn’t hit eighty degrees all week. But he wasn’t in the mood to argue with drunk logic. And besides, another scan of the nearby revelers had made something unpleasant begin to scratch insistently at the inside of Len’s chest, and he tapped Barry under the chin with one knuckle to bring his attention back up. 

The contact startled both of them—Len’s control had slipped, something he could not afford to happen around Barry Allen—but Len recovered first. “Where’s the rest of your team of do-gooders?” 

“Lost ‘em.” Judging by the return of Barry’s crooked grin, it was an accomplishment, not a concern. “Cisco said the shot was too strong, but I didn’t wanna go. He’s the d…” He faltered, brows pulling together as he frowned. “S’the designed. Designinated, superhero, anyway. Shh!” 

He shot a pointer finger toward Len in a movement that Len clocked, alarmingly, as intending to be pressed to his lips, as if he were the one who’d been chatting about Vibe’s secret identity. Len had three years of dealing with the Flash to thank for being able to catch Barry’s wrist in time to stop him, and he glared at him for the attempt. 

But Barry only gave him a crinkle-eyed smile and twisted his hand in Len’s grip to clasp his wrist back. “S’so good to see you here. I didn’t think…” 

“Don’t tell me you had me pegged for straight.” 

Barry made a frankly insulting noise halfway between a scoff and a hiccup and tilted Len a condescending look. 

“Speedster, remember?” he asked, far too loudly, even for a crowd currently screaming along to a pop song that’d been bad enough the first time Len’d heard it in 2000. “I see it when you...” He let go of Len’s wrist to make a gesture with two fingers, parting them in a V and sweeping them up and down Len’s body, the muscles in his forearm shifting distractingly under Len’s hand. God, the kid had to be a hundred degrees. “When you check me out. In the suit.” 

Len smirked. “It’s cute you thought I was being subtle.” 

“You’re cute,” Barry muttered, childish and sulky, and Len took it for the compliment it wasn’t. 

“You had a point, Barry.” 

Barry still looked displeased with him, but his brow was furrowed again when he met his gaze. This close, it was impossible to ignore that Barry had an inch or so on him. “About what?” 

“You didn’t think…?” Len prompted him. 

Barry stared at him blankly, and Len rolled his eyes and let go of his wrist. 

“Get out of the sun, Barry,” he said. “Find a park bench. Wait for your little friends to come find you. Shouldn’t be hard—you’re as red as your suit.” 

Barry either ignored his last comment or didn’t hear it. “Iris is here somewhere,” he said, possibly to himself. “She’s…” He twirled his finger absently beside his head. “Curly, today. And… bikini.” 

Len strongly considered abandoning Barry to his sunburn to go find out for himself. But Barry was beginning to sway a bit, and a man closer to Len’s age than Barry’s was giving Barry’s toned back a speculative look from a few feet away, and Len gave in to the unsettled feeling gnawing at his ribcage. He refused to call it worry. It was annoyance—or, at the very least, the feeling was annoying him, which was close enough.   

“As much a sight for sore eyes as that would be,” he said, allowing a magnanimousness he didn’t feel to color his tone, “I doubt Miss West ran away from her group and got heatstroke. Unlike some people” 

Barry didn’t look the least bit chastened, lips curving up mischievously in a way that drew another couple interested looks. Len needed to get them both out of the crowd before he started breaking noses.

“Tell you what. Give Cisco a call, tell him you went home. My bike’s on Kingsbridge, away from the parade route.” 

Barry’s smirk sharpened. “Trying to get me out of here, Snart? I thought you weren’t here to score.” 

Len gave him a flat look, ignoring the decidedly interested way his body was reacting to Barry’s tone. 

“You can barely stand.” 

Barry’s eyes glittered at the challenge, and Len realized his mistake. 

“Barry—” 

He hadn’t even finished biting out the second syllable when the world spun out from under him, the noise and the heat and the press of the crowd swallowed up in a hair-raising charge of yellow lightning. Exactly two and a half seconds passed in a blur of movement, just long enough for Len to realize Barry was supporting the back of his head with one too-warm hand. Then the world came skidding to a stop around them. Barry’s momentum carried them both forward several feet even after their new surroundings materialized, and they very nearly went straight through a window again before Barry seemed to remember how to stop. 

Len considered pushing him out the window anyway for the stunt. True, he’d been itching to get another taste of that feeling, the ozone snap-drag of Barry’s power like a live wire under his hands, but he’d rather have waited until Barry could pass a breathalizer. 

He realized Barry still had an arm around him and shoved him off. It did nothing to dim Barry’s self-satisfied grin, and Len had to look away or risk giving into the interested once-over Barry was skimming over his body again. 

“Pretty sure the point of a designated driver is not doing that.” 

Barry followed him when he took a step back. Len made a calculated decision, decided the risk of touching Barry again was worth it, and pressed his fingers to the middle of Barry’s chest—right where the Flash insignia would be on his suit, his brain offered unhelpfully—and pushed him backwards, hard. 

Barry unbalanced and wheeled back a step. Then the backs of his knees hit the edge of the couch, and he toppled, satisfyingly, back onto the dark leather cushions. 

It was a nice couch. The whole apartment was nice, actually. Len could’ve drawn a perimeter of possible locations based on Barry’s speed and how long it had taken them to reach it if he hadn’t already known the address. 

“Sit,” he said. And then, with a smirk: “Stay.” 

Barry rolled his eyes. “Gonna have to ask nicer than that if you wanna boss me around in bed.”

The way he threw it out there, easy as anything, almost made Len miss a step as he turned away. He wasn’t going to lay a hand on Barry, not when he was drunk on sunlight and skin and whatever concoction Cisco had apparently cooked up for him. But hearing him say it, like they’d already gotten all of the messy parts out of the way—it set off warning bells in Len’s head, flashing past all the possible off-ramps he would’ve taken if Barry had ever tried to have the conversation in a more linear fashion. 

“You’re drunk,” Len said, which was a coward’s answer, and behind him, Barry made a vague noise of agreement. 

“Probably,” he acknowledged. “You could stick around ‘til I’m not.” 

Christ. Len didn’t trust himself to look at Barry again, not when he knew he’d find him sprawled out and shedding glitter all over what had looked like a very expensive couch. “Stay,” he repeated, and went off to find the kitchen. 

By the time he got back with two glasses of water, the problem had solved itself; Barry was out cold on the couch, his painting cheek pressed to the throw pillow he’d curled himself half-around. He was shivering faintly in the air conditioning, all cooled sweat and goosebumps, and Len resigned himself to the now-familiar impulse to help him that stirred in his chest. He put one of the glasses down on the table and, not trusting his hands, knocked his knee into one of Barry’s where it was bent close to the edge of the couch. 

Barry buried his face into the pillow with a noise of displeasure, and Len said his name again. 

“Last warning,” Len said. “Ten seconds, you find out if I put on steel-toed boots today.” 

Barry groaned, and if the sound hadn’t made Len’s pulse skip, the easy shift of muscles in Barry’s arm as he pushed himself up to sitting again would’ve done the trick. 

“Water,” Len said, unnecessarily, as he passed him the glass. 

Barry took it with the tips of his fingers, as if it were something personally offensive to him, and took a single, polite sip before putting it down beside the other with no small amount of distaste. Then he glanced between the glasses, and up at Len, a dirty spark already lighting behind his eyes again. 

“Don’t get your hopes up. They’re both for you.” 

Barry let out a breath with audible annoyance and dropped back against the couch cushions to glare at him. 

Len felt a modicum of sanity return to him. This, at least, was familiar ground: Barry, frustrated, asking for too much, too soon. True, it had always been about the hero business until now, but Len knew a pattern when he saw one. Give Barry an inch, and he always took a mile. 

Len gave Barry one last, appraising look. He looked ridiculous, all self-righteousness and bare skin. There was only one break in the otherwise even coat of glitter, there on Barry’s side: faint, but unmistakable, the outline of Len’s hand on his waist. The feeling in Len’s chest coalesced into something pleased and possessive. He met Barry’s glare with a slow curl of his lips, then gave him an inch.  

“Call me when you’re sober, Barry,” he said, letting his voice slip into the Cold drawl just to watch Barry’s eyes go dark. “And you can show me how well you sit up and beg.” 

He could see the impatience radiating off of Barry’s frame, the effort it was taking him to stay on the couch instead of closing the space between them. 

“Call your friends,” he reminded him. “Enough people got a look at your face today without the CCPD splashing it on every milk carton, too.”

In the elevator, Len reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the thin black wallet he’d liberated from Barry during their sprint across the city. Two and a half seconds: child’s play. A little extra incentive for Barry to track him down in the morning, not that Len thought he needed it. He flipped it open, noted the deer-in-the-headlights picture of Barry on his driver’s license with amusement, and then thumbed open the bill compartment. 

Len smirked. Barry wouldn’t miss a few dollars; he owed him for the dry-cleaning it was gonna take to get the glitter out of his jacket, anyway.