#with a darker gold just to make sure they're clear

[maedhbhcrafts]

So I had an academic colloquium I was attending today, which meant a lot of time sitting and listening. And I have found that I pay attention better when I have something to do with my hands. So for the first part of my day, I worked on row 9 of the wave hood and got halfway through.

But I was especially proud of my progress on the cadet scarf in the later half of the talks, as I started from this

And by our break, I had gotten to here

and then for the last part, I embroidered for about 45 minutes, but at that point my hands were starting to hurt, so I stopped and just listened for the very last part.

So here's where I'm at right now!

[akwolfgrl]

How sweet it is to be loved by them part 1

I've changed somethings it's now abo and going to be monster trio. Zoro and sanji are married alredy when they meet Luffy.

Luffy watch a blond head bob in the water as they drew closer to the shore. Luffy stood up in the boat and waved his arm excitedly. He was sure he'd have to wait till the grandline before meeting a mermaid! Yet thire they were clear as day.

“Hi!” Luffy called out to them.

“Luffy!” Koby whispered. “Stop, they could be dangerous!” Silly Koby, how was he supposed to become a marine if he was such a coward?

The mermaid stopped swimming and turned towards them before waving back and swimming towards them. He placed his arms against the top of their tiny boat, a net sling over one shoulder. His long blonde hair was the color of gold, yet far more precious, Luffy longed to run his fingers threw it. The shulder length hair was wet from the water curling at the ends, his blue eyes were the same color where the sky met the sea, he had curly eyebrows peeking out from his wet bangs. He had on two mismatched gold earrings, one was tear drop shaped and one had a blue heart dangling from its gold chain. His scent hit Luffy hard, spicy as Vaca atolada, yet salty and fresh like the crashing waves of the seas, a soft sugary drink hit the tip of his tongue allowing him to know they were an omega… no not AN omega but HIS omega

“Hello, what can I do for you?” The pretty mermaid omega asked.

“Are you a mermaid?” Luffy asked him, he was far too pretty not to be.

“Oh my Luffy! You can't ask people if they're mermaids!” Koby hissed at him as the mermaid laughed.

“No unfortunately I'm not,” He kicked his legs up willing his toes. “See no tail,”

“Hmm,” Luffy wasn't convinced but then again he could be hiding. After all, if he didn't want anyone to know he'd never say and deny the truth. “Then if you're not a mermaid what are you?”

“I'm a chef, I suppose a traveling chef now. I pick up work where I can,” He replied. “Sanji by the way, Luffy and who's your friend?”

“I'm Koby,”

“A chef!?” Luffy stomach growled causing the mermaid Sanji to laugh again.

“Come on you sound hungry, join me for breakfast. My house boat is just over there,” Sanji pointed towards the shore and a larger boat parked by the dock.

Luffy and Koby paddled their way over to Sanji's house boat. The blonde omega was climbing up into his home when they arrived. His long muscular legs and thighs were warped in a brightly colored swim trunks with fishes on them. He was slim with a tiny waist, his shoulders were broader than his own but he looked as if he was still growing into his body. He hung the net of crabs up to dry.

“Let me get dressed and I'll start breakfast. The galley is right through this door and to the left,” Sanji spoke, opening said door before turning right.

Luffy dragged Koby with him to the door and to the left. He took a seat at the small table egar to eat. Luffy could smell hints of anthoer alpha, but it was faded. The galley was warm and cozy, the cabinets painted a soft blue, the cupushioens on the chairs and benches, and darker blue. On the wall above his head was an empty sword rack. Thire were photos that littered the walls before Luffy could proprly look. Sanji returned wearing black slacks and a blue long sleve button-up, his long hair pulled back.

“Whata ya makein!” Luffy asked, sniffing the air. Whatever it was, it smelled like meat and bread.

“Cachorro com Ovo,” Sanji replied, rolling his sleeves up. Luffy watched as more skin was once more reviled.

“Mmmm I haven't had that in forever!” Luffy was excited. He loved food more than almost anything else. He was so happy his mate was a cook.

“What is it?” Koby asked.

“Dog with egg,” Luffy exspined. “Thire no dog, it's just bread with a meat stew with fried egg and tomatoes! It's like one of the few things Gramps knows how to make,” Sometimes after training, if Luffy did well, Gramps would make food as a reward.

[ur-frndly-neighborhood-memer1]

Zuko & Azula: Eyes

I was checking out the Avatar arts in my gallery, and then I found the old collages that I made:

Zuko indeed looks a ton like Ozai here. And I made this collage to point out how similar they are in appearance.

However, then I realized how their eyes are completely different.

Yeah, Zuko has light golden eyes like Ozai. Yet his eye shape is very different from his father's.

As you can see better in this one:

Again, they're looking pretty similar (No sh*t Sherlock, almost like they're related!)

Yet, their eyes are very different.

Zuko's eyes are larger, rounder, and much softer compared to Ozai's.

And it isn't only his eyes, his eyebrows are different as well. Zuko's eyebrows are comparatively softer and s shaped whereas Ozai's are longer and hard angled.

And apart from that, Zuko's hairline also comes softer on his forehead. Ozai has a very visible widow's peak.

But, do you know who has sharp eyes, hard-angeled eyebrows and a visible widow's peak like Ozai?

Duh! Here's your answer:

(They look nearly identical here tho. Eh, genetics)

-"V" shaped hairline? Checked✅

-Long, hard-angeled eyebrows? Checked✅

-Sharp eyes that could puncture a hull of an empire-class Fire Nation battle ship and leave thousands to drown at sea? Also checked✅

Despite looking pretty similar to Ursa, Azula inherited Ozai's sharper features.

And speaking of Ursa, let's compare her eyes to her children's too!

As you can see, Ursa has a darker shade of gold in her eyes, which she and Azula have in common.

But despite sharing the same dark golden/amber eye color, Ursa and Azula's eye shapes are completely different.

Ursa's eyes are larger, rounder and softer, just like Zuko's. And her eyebrows are s shaped too, also like Zuko's except she thins it.

So, what's the point of this entire eye comparing?

I do believe there's symbolism involved, that is why.

->Sharp eyes are often associated with serious, intimidating personalities. Which suits Ozai and Azula's characters very well.

->And as a contrast, soft eyes are often associated with kindness and innocence. Which also suits Ursa and Zuko's characters.

->So Azula's sharper features symbolizes how she inherited her father's personality. And it makes it clear he was the parent that she was closer to.

->It's the same case for Zuko. He inherited his mother's personality. And it clears the fact that he always felt closer to his mother.

But... What about eye colors?

I'm not sure if there was a symbolism going on with the fair gold or brownish gold eyes since Fire Nation people seem to have both.

Sozin, Ozai and Zuko have light ones. Iroh, Ursa and Azula have dark ones. Zhao is somewhat in the middle, not too light nor dark.

However, I do think there's a symbolism with the shades based on the parent-child relationships:

-> Zuko has Ozai's eye color. So whenever he looked in a mirror, he saw his father's disapproval.

-> Azula has Ursa's eye color. So whenever she looked in a mirror, she was her mother's judgement.

At the end, their eyes were a constant reminder to the Fire kids that they were disappointments to their parents.

But their parents' disappointment is not something they could fix. Because Ursa and Ozai were polar opposites as parents.

-> Ursa valued kindness and compassion.

-> Ozai considered kindness and compassion as weaknesses.

-> Ozai appreciated ruthlessness and cruelty.

-> Ursa disliked ruthlessness and cruelty.

-> Ozai praised brutality and despised mercy.

-> Ursa despised brutality and praised mercy.

-> Ursa seemed to favor Zuko, because he had a gentle heart.

-> Ozai hated Zuko because he had a gentle heart.

-> Ozai favored Azula because she was a firebending prodigy.

-> Ursa neglected Azula because she already had her father's approval.

The list goes on but I think I made my point.

Doesn't matter what Zuko and Azula would do, they were doomed to be accepted by one parent and disapproved by the other.

Basically, darned if they do and darned if they don't.

So at the end, Azula and Zuko didn't have much choice other than choosing a certain side.

Zuko chose love and kindness, like his mother. Which is symbolically portrayed with his softer features.

Azula chose fear and violence, like her father. Which is symbolically portrayed with her sharper features.

Yet, whatever they do, they're destined to live with the eyes of their parents who didn't accept them. They will see their parents' judgement 'till the end of their days...

[shadowsageingempress]

Hey it's me with Midlink for the ask game hehe. Surprise surprise

1, 2, 3, 7, 11, 12, 15, 17, 19 and 20? Please PLEASE feel free to skip some if you want, I know it's overkill and I'm not even sure if we did this ask game already oops

No need to apologize, I like getting long asks like this. Especially because I have a lot of feelings about these two.

1. I'm pretty sure that I started shipping them even before I started actually playing the Twilight Princess, which was probably around 2011 or 2012. Time sure flies.

2. I love a lot about both of them, but if I had to say just one thing, it's that they're both genuinely good people. It's more obvious with Twi, but you can see it with Midna as well. Sure, she may initially come off as snide or even cruel, it becomes clear over time that this attitude is just a mask, and one that hides a heart purer than gold.

3. I find it really interesting that despite them being so different (literally from different worlds), they still get along so well and care about each other so much.

7. They try to have an even split in their work and chores, ranging from keeping their homes organized to ruling over the two realms. Although they may pretend to complain about their assigned workload being too much, they're fine with what they're given.

11. Given everything that happened both before and during their travels together, Twi and Midna very frequently seek comfort from each other. When this happens, they will hold each other close, often in a way where one can hear the other's heartbeat, and will give plenty of soft kisses and reassuring whispers.

12. Honestly, nothing comes to mind that I don't like about this pairing. They're generally perfect for each other.

15. There was most definitely a bit of hesitancy from people close to them (from both sides). However, people are usually a lot more accepting of their relationship after hearing about what they've been through together. And by the time their first son was born, the animosity had all but faded.

17. I don't think there's a single part of Midna's appearance that Twi wouldn't love, even in her imp form. Her hair is beautiful, her chubby belly is adorable, and her smile warms his heart. Not to mention that he also likes her hips and thighs. If he had to pick a favorite physical trait, he'd probably say her chest. Partly because of the obvious, but also because that's where her heart is.

As for Midna, she loves both of Twi's forms. But her favorite thing about them is one thing that remains the same between them: his eyes. Partly because she'd never seen blue eyes before, but also because when she looks into his eyes, she can see exactly what he's feeling. And most of the time when she does, she sees nothing but pure love.

19. Twi is especially sensitive to scritches and tickling around his abdomen, behind his ears and below his chin. He only really got these after he got the ability to turn into a wolf, and still has these sensitivities in his human form.

Midna, meanwhile, is very sensitive around her belly. But on a bit of a darker note, ever since the confrontation with Zant at the spirit spring, having her hair grabbed and pulled back will make her panic.

20. Despite what one may initially think, Midna is usually the more submissive partner. She has no issue in taking a more dominant role, but she's typically more than happy to let Twi take the reins, so to speak. And Twi is always happy to please her, even if he does have to be a bit careful at times due to the size difference.

[halfmoth-halfman]

hello!! big fan of your price mob boss series ❤️ just wondering if you have any visuals for what canary’s blue dresses look like in the series? or some details you had of the dresses while writing a part of a chapter.

excitedly (and nervous, very nervous) waiting for the next chapter !!

aaaaaaa i sure do!! i could talk about canary’s dresses all day omg

ok so i have a few notes for when i try to find a dress for canary for certain scenes because i can never be normal about anything

if they're from price then they're a soft/baby blue similar to the same color as his eyes

if they're going to be from valeria, they can be any other shade of blue

the back of canary's left shoulder must be covered enough that her scar wouldn't show. it's not a big scar by any means, but still no thin straps or strapless dresses

nothing skin tight. form-fitting is fine, but it has to look like something she could easily move and breathe it and wouldn't make her feel trapped

nothing too revealing. if there's a deep neckline, then her back is completely covered and vice versa

for the first dress she wears in ch. v when she goes on stage for the first time, i pictured something like the first dress but in blue however a very lovely anon shared the second picture of iman hammam's met gala dress as what they imagined it and canary to look like and that shook me to my core because it's literally the perfect dress. it's flowy and loose, but still kind of sexy and elegant and something valeria would put her in now that she has a hint that price has feelings for canary and she wants to show canary off for her first time on stage.

in ch. vii the dress she wears while price is teaching her to play pool, i pictured something similar to this dress. it's a darker shade of blue, so something valeria had made for her. i knew price would be touching canary, so i wanted something velvet and soft, like a material he'd really want to feel. also, since canary is more established with the 141 and she's gotten a few performances under her belt, i wanted something simpler for her this time around, but still kind of elegant.

also in ch. vii, the dress that price gifts to canary for her to wear to valeria's house was something like this dress, just without the long train and all of the ruffles. i wanted a cute, fun summer dress for her but i struggled finding something that was all blue and settled on baby blue flowers instead.

in ch. viii, when canary is cleared to perform again and ends up in price's lap while he plays poker i thought of something like this. it's her first show after kissing price so of course valeria's going to put her in something that price wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of. for me, the pearls here would be more like spikes or slightly sharper studs, just as a little something extra since it's also her first show after being attacked and it would add that extra feeling of safety for her.

also in ch. viii when price watches canary getting ready for a gala (the same gala in ch. ix) i pictured something like this dress just in a lighter blue. this is after she's told him about her time with graves and explained the scar on her shoulder, so i went with something more revealing of her shoulders since i think she'd be more confident now that price knows and loves her regardless and she's finally with someone she feels safe around

that's everything i've got for the big scenes!! i've got a whole pinterest board of other dresses and dress inspo for her including the dresses she'd wear for graves and makarov. of course, these are all just my ideas and headcanons, i try not to get too specific with the clothes just so everyone who reads can still picture a blue/red/gold dress in a style they'd like!!

[here-2suffer]

I have it! I tried finishing this as fast as I could, but then I took a break and I got distracted on said break. Then I saw the time and freaked out and rushed to get this out. But anyways, this is the little merfic thingy inspired by @justaduckarts, @total-fandom-tr45h, and @bamsara! (Also I have no idea how the read more thingy works so sorry, but I hope you guys enjoy) An edit, someone told me this reminded them of Astro-Nautical on AO3, and I agree it's similar, so I'll just add that here.

You woke up in a dark room, you don't know where you are.

You try to feel around for something, anything to tell you where you are. Water, you're in water, sea water. But you're not in the sea, no, you would've been able to tell if you were in the sea. It's daytime, you know it is, so the sea shouldn't be this dark. You try straining your eyes to see in the dark, it works, barely.

You're in a box, a wooden box, how it's not spilling the water you're in, you're not sure. You feel around the rough and bumby edges, and after a bit of trying to figure out what you're feeling, your fingers come across a hole, not a circle, it's... a keyhole! Suddenly the edges made sense, they were gold sequins.

You're in a chest!

Wait.

Why are you in a chest?

You look around and try to make out some shapes, but just when you're close to figuring out what they are, light pours in the room, blinding you. You hiss in pain and retreat into the chest, tucking your tail close and squeezing your eyes shut.

Then you hear a voice, a very sweet voice spoken with worry. "Oh! No, no! Don't be scared, we won't hurt you."

We?

You slowly open your eyes and peek out of the chest, you find the source of the sudden light becoming clear, a door was open. There's someone infront of it, but your eyes are still trying to adjust to the light. The figure gets closer, and you back up as much as you can and hiss at it. It's figure becomes clearer as your eyes adjust to the light, and you find a human in front of you.

Their blond hair being split through the middle, having one side a darker shade than the other. Their skin... had two different shades as well? A big blotch on the left side of their face being darker than the rest, and it seems to stretch to the rest of their body, but you can't know for sure, the shirt they're wearing and the big pants block you from seeing whether your assumption is correct. You don't mind really, if their clothes were off that wouldn't mean anything good for you, at least you think it doesn't.

He (are they a boy? They sure looked like one) stayed 2 or 3 feet away from you, but he obviously wants to come closer. Well, at least he's giving you space.

"Are you okay? Does it still hurt a lot?"

Okay, now you're confused. Catching onto your confusion, the human points to your tail. You look down at it rather quickly and sure enough, there a bunch of scars on your tail. It looks like they came from a net. Not surprising, humans usually thought you were a big fish and tried to catch you, but you were usually good at avoiding them.

You can't remember how you got this though, they seemed fresh too. You suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder and let out a yelp in surprise.

The hand immediately leaves your shoulder, and you look up to see the boy, backed away with a look of surprise on his face.

"She's really jumpy, huh?" A lower voice called from the doorway.

Turning to look at the person at the door (another human, great), you realize he looks like the one you had just met.

He seems to have a big blotch of his skin on his face darker and it seems to stretch to the rest of his body. His hair is even colored differently in a half-and-half style, but unlike the other one, one half on his hair is black and the other is white. You wonder if he dyed it. He stares at you with crimson red eyes, the intensity of his stare quickly becomes too much and you look away. You hear a low chuckle from his direction, he knew what he was doing.

"Lucien don't make our guest uncomfortable!" the blond human scolded. Lucien, as you've learned, merely shrugged and said "Breakfast is ready." Then he turned and left without another word or glance back.

...

You turn to the human at your side, watching him intently, waiting for any sudden moves he might make. He shifts awkwardly. "Uh, sorry about my brother," Ah, so they're brothers, "he's nice, really. But he likes to tease a lot."

You didn't really pay attention to it before, but he has blue eyes. Pretty.

"So, what's your name?" He looked at you hopefully.

Why does he want to know your name?

You eyed him suspiciously, then told him your name. He repeated it back to you, making sure he heard and said it right. You nodded.

"Well, my name is Solaris! Nice to meet you." He smiled and brought his hands together. You couldn't find any ill intent from him, maybe you could trust him, for now. It doesn't look like you have much of a choice anyway-

Just then your stomach growled. Solaris' smile dissapeared for a second before returning, though now looking a bit deflated.

"Ah, right. You haven't had anything to eat yet. Uh." He looked at the chest you were in, was he contemplating carrying you in the chest? He seemed to grow more unsure by the second, so you decide you don't want to stay for however long he would've taken deciding, and you start climbing out of the chest.

"O-Oh! You don't have to- you're doing it anyway." He steps out of your way, still watching you closely.

You've made it to the door when the other human (what was his name again?) comes back into view. He's carrying a bucket with... something inside (is that a fish tail?). He looks at you, then behind you to Solaris.

"...I brought fish for you, you eat fish, right?" Luciel (that was his name, right?) sets the bucket down infront of you and sits down.

"Great timing!" Solaris chimed in, "We were just about to go get breakfast." Lucas pointed to the deck. "You can go eat, I already ate."

"Great. Oh, before I go, make sure you don't make them uncomfortable." Solaris gave him a stern look before heading in the direction of the deck, leaving you alone with Luca. The silence that took over was... awkward, at least for you it was.

He didn't say anything for a moment, simply leaning back and holding himself up with his arms. Then, he looked at you and the bucket. "Aren't you going to eat?" You didn't answer, you didn't feel like talking to him. After a beat, he said "Well, I guess if you want to starve then be my guest."

"No!" Your response was immediate. Lucio raised his eyebrow, then smirked. "You know, you could at least show some respect, we did save you after all."

What? What is he talking about?

You didn't say anything, but your confusion must have been evident on your face, he sighs and explains. "You really don't remember? We could hear your cries from up here. You were, uh, I think you were under our ship, but your cries were really loud. We put a rope down for you to hang onto it, it took a couple seconds, but you grabbed it, so we pulled you up. You were covered in cuts and blood, so Solaris and I tried to help with what we could."

Lucifer looked at the room you were in, then at your tail (which was still covered in scars, but it wasn't bloody). He seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking, "Does it still hurt?"

You looked down at it and smacked it lightly on a scar, a habit you developed, before flinching from the pain (maybe you didn't smack it as lightly as you thought you did). Lucan quickly grabbed your wrist, not hard enough to hurt, and held it up so you couldn't hurt yourself again.

"Don't hit it! That's only going to make it hurt more." He was right, it did hurt more, but that's what normally happens when you do it anyway.

Solaris came back, confused. "What are you guys doing?"

Lucier groaned, "I asked them if their tail still hurt, and they smacked it." He let go of your wrist and went back to his sitting position from before.

"Oh." Solaris' eyes kept switching from you to Luceal. "Well, we aren't the best healers, and their injuries were pretty bad..." He looked at you with some worry. "Does it still hurt?" You nodded.

"I think we should just throw them back to sea." Lucias smirked.

"Lucien, no!" Solaris scolded. Lucien (yeah you totally didn't forget that was his name) scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I was kidding."

Solaris kept scolding Lucien, trying to lecture him you guess, and they kept going back and forth. You didn't really want to stay, and going into the sea does sound like a good idea right about now. You turned and started dragging yourself to the edge of the ship, but you didn't make it that far, maybe like 2 or 3 feet closer.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" You turn around to see both boys staring at you.

"...Sea." You blinked dumbly at them. Lucien deadpanned at you. "I was joking about that. You're not going back." "Yet!" Solaris quickly added, looking a little nervous.

And now you're confused. "Why no?" You don't know a lot of human words, but you know enough to have normal conversations (though your grammer would simply not exist).

"Because your injuries aren't fully healed yet!" Solaris looked at Lucien with a certain look, maybe asking for help? "Heal good." They looked at you confused. You touch one of your scars and bite back a whine. "Heal good." They finally seem to understand what you mean, because Solaris' shoulders slump and Lucien reaches out and light smacks your tail (it might've actually been a pat, but it still hurt so who knows).

You flinch and hiss at him while pulling your tail closer. "Lucien!" Solaris starts scolding him. "What? I'm just proving her wrong." Lucien shrugged. Solaris let out a sigh of frustration while pinching the bridge of his nose.

Yeah, it took a while after that. They wouldn't let you leave, but they let you help around the ship, so that's something. One of them was always near you to ensure you didn't try to escape, it was kind of annoying. Lucien did let you get close to the edge of the ship to see the sea again, but he didn't let you go too close.

Solaris was steering the ship and Lucien was out hunting some fish for... dinner? They called it dinner, you don't know why. Usually when your hungry you go find food, you don't have to wait and eat at designated times. Humans were just weird that way.

At night, you were still out (and so was Lucien), Solaris had gone to sleep.

"You should be sleeping." A low voice spoke from behind you, startling you. You turn and deadpan at Lucien. "I sleep now." You start making your way to your room when suddenly, Lucien picks you up. One arm behind your back and the other under your tail. "Hm, thought you would be heavier."

You hit his chest and flail around to try and free yourself from his grasp, yeah it doesn't work. Okay, these humans are really weird, any normal human wouldn't have enough strength to carry you this long and would've dropped you by now. He doesn't even seem bothered, just amused. He carries you all the way to the chest you woke up in and gently sets you down in it.

He pats your head and smiles. "Goodnight starfish." He leaves and closes the door.

...

Starfish? Guess he's found a nickname for you...

The days and nights continue like this, with the boys getting more touchy the more you grow closer. You don't think they'd let you leave easily now.

Enjoy your new life~

[effervescent-influenza]

I hope this hasn’t been talked about before, but Beauty And The Beast has always reminded me a lot of Twilight. Here are some similarities I've found:

First, let’s talk about Belle’s character:

Clearly, the most obvious similarity here is the name (Belle and Bella)

Then the similarity in appearance between the characters (Such as brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin)

They're both autistic-coded

Next is their shared interest in literature

Love interests other than The Beast/Edward

Now getting a little bit past the surface level, we have the fact they both heavily play into the 'I'm not like other girls' trope

Neither Belle, nor Bella seem to care much about their own well-being (Of course, Bella is the more extreme out of the two, but they both fit into this category)

Neither of them really have a good mother figure in their life

Other people in the story see her as unstable (For Belle, it's all the townspeople, for Bella it's Edward)

Now, here are some similarities Edward shares with The Beast:

The main thing they have in common is they hate their species/form/whatever you want to call it

The constant brooding

Both are rich 🙄

Social 'outcasts'

'Bad Boy with a heart of gold' trope (even though I don't believe either of them, especially Edward, have a 'heart of gold')

They are both introverted

Unlawful, socially frowned upon behavior (For Edward its's his stalking, for The Beast it's kidnapping)

Both The Beast and Edward are disliked by Maurice and Charlie

Side note- Though Edward is most similar to The Beast, I could also see a lot of similarities between him and Gaston (funny isn't it?), here they are:

Both feel like they are superior to those around them

Misogynistic

Conventionally attractive

Many of the characters in the story are interested in them (For Gaston it's pretty much every woman in town besides Belle, and for Edward [this part was revealed in Midnight Sun] it's Jessica Stanley, Angela Weber, and others)

Doesnt like the books Belle/Bella reas dkjfdjdkjsdklj

I was rewatching the movie to make sure I didn't miss anything in this post and in the Gaston song there's this lyric 'In a wrestling match nobody bites like Gaston' and all I could picture was this:

Okay, back to the actual post

Plot points/Miscellanious

Obviously, The Beast/Edward and Belle/Bella ending up together

The isolation of Belle/Bella, for Belle it's her being physically isolated from the outside world, for Bella it's her socially isolating herself from her friends when she meets Edward

For some reason Lumiere reminds me of Carlisle????

After reading Midnight Sun, It's clear the audience isn't supposed to like Mike Newton, similar to Gaston

This next one takes a bit of explaining but hear me out (it's about the first 50 seconds or so of this scene)

So, the scene I just linked was a lot darker than most people who watched the movie realized. What happened was the Beast told Belle not to go to the west wing, yet she ignored him and went anyways. When she gets to the west wing, there's tons of destroyed furniture [and it's heavily suggested that the beast destroyed it]. Here's what people don't tend to realize about this scene: A common theme in this film is that the 'objects' are actually alive (in fact, almost all of the furniture was sentient to some degree)... possibly implying a past series of murders from The Beast. Which of course, relates to 1927 for Edward

The story starts to take a turn once The Beast/Edward saves Belle/Bella

Both movies had an awkward dance scene towards the end?

[nullamirrors]

dream diary • 2022-01-07 • "in my head people are staying"

behind a pet shop there is a mountain. an unlikable guide takes you up in a group of people you don't know too well and are not sure you really like. you go up, a mix of climbing, walking, and being lifted that all blurs together. you come back down and your mother is waiting for you in the car. she is concerned about your trip. she doesn't trust the guide. you insist you made it up but you're not sure you did so you go again and just scrape the edge of the grassy top before you slide back down.

you want to go home on your own now so you leave via a supermarket. the supermarket is a sprawling place and gets darker as you get deeper into the complex, an assortment of others (probably the same group from the trip) shopping around you. you reach somewhere that might be the end or just the middle. the lighting is dim, the walls white. there are two ways out: shallow steps curving down into the earth, and perhaps a kitchen through some of those heavy shredded plastic blinds. the music heats up as you make your way out and into the bright day. you are at the edge of a road and hurry on to the side with the thin pavement. the other shoppers are around you and you're not sure they're chasing you but you want to run and you put your headphones in to push you on.

the grass and trees and road out the back of the supermarket give way to a great, pretty bridge in some sort of great, pretty city, more like a doll's set than a real place. you reach the middle of the bridge and look out across the whooshing river, gleaming blue and clear of any traffic but the tide. across from you is a colossal wheel, a little like a rollercoaster, and curved around the base is a row of triple-storey european apartment buildings. they are baby pink on the front and white around them with ornate gold railings along the top. later you will think of them and feel the taste of strawberry cake. angel cake? you are transfixed by this view: the impossible wheel and the grand rush of the water.

you know you have to keep going, you have to make it home, wherever that is. this is the view that's most stunning, most surreal, most unplaceable, and this is where you wake up.

[smarti-at-smogwarts]

😊🔥 for Theo?

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them?

Her friends definitely. Getting in trouble with Teddy and Taghd, sitting with Adelia and writing while they're together, flying with them,​ and the rest of the  quidditch team. Theo had a fairly isolated childhood so the times when she's around the people she cares about are probably the main thing that makes her happy.  She smiles just seeing them sometimes.

Flying. She's a beater and her earliest escapades included jumping out her bedroom window so she's definitely into being high off the ground lol. Plus its a rush she loves being up there.

Reading. Theo loves getting lost in a story. Whether it’s hers or someone else’s. When she couldn’t sneak out at her mother’s and grandmother’s estate it was another escape for her and continues to be so. 

Getting into trouble. Unfortunately Theo shares Taghd’s “hmmm feels bad but not gonna address or talk about it” thing lol. She’s a lot more liable to do something reckless if say  she’s just had a row with her mother or is coming back to school after holidays. 

Telling people about her stories. Though she only does it with select people it makes her happy to talk about all the ideas she has.

Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile?

Theo for the most part is  the kind of person who likes to laugh and live life to the fullest so while she has some times when she’s uh....turbulent I’d say yeah she’s generally happy as the next person. 

She loves making her friends smile. I’m not sure about other people lol.

What about your OC makes others happy?

Oh gooosh this is hard because like...I don’t wanna talk for other mcs lol ;;;. Though I guess I’d say her loyalty ( once she’s with you she’s with you she’ll fight literally everyone and their god for you lol) and also the fact that she’s the kind of person to try to get you to laugh when you’re down. 

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

Likes: She likes darker colors I’d say but also the giant exception to this are red and gold because she absolutely loves her house and therefore it’s colors. ( also the Entire Aesthetic that is Gryffindor Common Room) She comes to really like the texture of Taghd’s cable knit sweater ( bc she’s always stealing them lmao) and prefers wizard fashion over muggles. She also likes how Teddy dresses  dapper and I think tries to mimic it for a while. Weather wise she loves clear days because they’re best for flying and reading outside and Fall is probably her favorite season. She tends to value honesty and loyalty in people. She loves spending time with her friends. Also the feeling of flying really high up.

Dislikes: Propriety drives her bonkers lol. She hates being told what to do. She dislikes being told to wear femininine clothes. She dislikes being by herself unless she’s reading, flying,  or  writing. She also dislikes bitter foods. She dislikes seeing people being hurt or treated badly. Specifically she dislikes seeing people’s interests mocked.  She also dislikes anti muggle-born sentiments because of her dad. She cannot stand taking sh-t lying down/doing nothing about things. She hates itchy fabrics and cold places.

Teddy @cursebreakerfarrier Taghd @unfortunate-arrow  Adelia @thatravenpuffwitch 

Jumbo Ask Game

[thelightofthingshopedfor]

check it OUT, I finally finished a personal project for the first time in BASICALLY FOREVER. this is a young MCU Loki (as opposed to 616 Kid Loki, who pretty much only ever wears one outfit and it doesn't look like this), made because I found a really nice Draco Malfoy doll at Goodwill for like three bucks several months ago and wanted to do something with it. His hair and eyebrows are completely repainted--I'm especially proud of the eyebrows, because I'm usually not very good at detail work and even though these eyebrows might not be perfect, they look pretty damn good and a lot better than any similar Funko eyebrows I've repainted. I also VERY CAREFULLY used some extremely watered-down paint to make his eyes more green (like, you can still kind of tell they used to be blue, but at least now they're greenish-blue instead of just blue) and then finished with a little clear nail polish so his eyes would be shinier than the rest of his face. I did make one brief attempt to make his lips a little darker, using actual makeup because I wasn't sure I could do it right, and in fact it didn't work so I decided his lips weren't bad enough to risk completely messing them up.

Loki's clothes are mostly things I already happened to have from other spare parts, which is why the theme is more “something young MCU Loki might conceivably wear” rather than an attempt at recreating 616 Kid Loki or the one outfit we saw him wear as a kid in the first Thor movie. The shirt, pants, and wristband are from an Ever After High doll I picked up at some garage sale a while ago; the turtleneck undershirt is actually a Barbie shirt that looks like a hilarious crop top on Loki here, which is why his outer shirt is firmly closed; the belt came from a PotC Will Turner doll I found at Value Village; and the boots are Draco's original Quidditch boots with the knee pads cut off, although I don't love the padded look in general and I might modify them more. I sewed the one black sleeve out of scraps because the green sleeve was shorter than I liked, and I made the gold thing from part of an earring. Also I found a weird dagger-like nail on the sidewalk a while ago so that’s his dagger now. It’s not very sharp.

Aside from the clothes, there's nothing that specifically distinguishes this little guy from 616 Kid Loki, so I have some thoughts of using Draco's Quidditch robe (already green with a hood!) to make the classic Kid Loki outfit too. I would just have to, like...figure out how to sew better. Also find a good way to remove or cover up the ironed-on Slytherin patch on the robe, that's probably the bigger issue.

[eventidespirits]

Adam Allistair Freemont

Aliases: Edwin Lockhart, William Silva, Francis LaRue, Everett Brighton, James Fenwick

Apparent Age: "29"

Birthday: August 11th, 1897

Death Day: December 19th, 1926

Species: Vampire (Siren Bloodline)/Bloodbound Spirit

Gender: Cis Man

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Primarily Heterosexual

Occupation: Photographer

Residence: Santa Marta, California; Morgan Kendrick's Psychic Realm

Universe: Primarily original lore but also Vampire the Masquerade where he's a Camarilla Toreador who defected to the Sabbat.

Appearance:

Height: 6'0

Build: Tall and lanky with angular shoulders and long limbs. He has a trim, lightly muscled physique with long delicate fingers and soft hands.

Eye Color: Luminous Yellow/Gold with slitted cat-like pupils and a darker, amber band around the edges.

Hair Color/Texture: Black, 1b hair texture. Just long enough for the ends to brush against his shoulders. Partially brushed back and parted to the right but a significant amount of his hair ends up falling into his face.

Face: Angular with a square jaw and high cheekbones. He has a mostly straight nose with a slight convex curve to the bridge. He has deep set eyes with heavy lids and dark circles and usually looks somewhat sleepy but in a strangely sensual way. Defined lips that are usually curved into a sadistic little smirk. He's quite attractive but in a way that feels vaguely dangerous or even predatory.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Adam has bright golden eyes with slitted cat-like pupils. He also has a rather large, jagged scar on his back, located between his shoulder blades. I'd include his *other* distinguishing characteristic but that's kinda NSFW ;)

Posture/Body Language: Confident, even arrogant, chin up, shoulders back but not in a way that looks particularly stiff. His body language is generally relaxed and easy, bringing to mind a big cat at rest -- there's always something about the way he moves that implies a predatory nature laying beneath his cool, collected surface. Adam walks with clear purpose and long, smooth strides and always knows how to make an entrance.

Voice: Soft and smooth with a deep timbre and confident inflection. Adam's voice is somewhat like poisoned honey or arsenic laced velvet -- smooth and sweet but with something slightly off.

Clothing Style: Adam prefers dark colors -- burgundy, blood red, black, charcoal, rich deep browns and the ocassional pop of gold or cream or a white dress shirt. He wears primarily expensive, tailored button downs made from things like silk, velvet or very high thread count cotton with the sleeves rolled up and the top three (or four) buttons undone. Sometimes with brocade, floral or striped patterns. If it's cooler out, he'll wear a black blazer or something similar. When it comes to pants, it's almost entirely black or charcoal tailored pants or pitch black jeans. He usually wears very few accessories -- a nice watch, a belt, a silver and garnet ring and a pendant on a thin silver or gold chain. Generally wearing pointed toe oxfords or other dress shoes. When it comes to outerwear, Adam generally prefers things like wool coats and the ocassional leather jacket (always real leather, too) (to get a better idea, check out his [Pinterest Board]

Skills

Social: Manipulation, Lying, Gaslighting, Flirting, Proper Etiquette, Public Speaking, Blame Shifting, Negging, Seduction

Physical: knife combat, some hand to hand combat, basic combat training (circa 1914), long range firearms/sniping, Ballroom Dancing, Fencing, Horseback riding, the carnal arts

Talents: Photography, Drawing, Poetry, Lying, Being an Asshole, Manipulation, Painting, Seduction, Sex

Knowledges: Fluent in French & Italian, Masters in Psychology (circa 1926), Photo Development (wet plate, autochrome, modern methods), some basic knowledge of financial law and property law

Hobbies: Photography, writing, breaking pretty girls, avoiding his deep-seated psychological issues, general hedonism

Special: Emotional Influence, Telepathy, Emotional Transference, Enhanced Stamina, Enhanced Strength, "Immortality", Enhanced Senses (esp sight), minor regeneration, sweet blood, emotional radar/supernatural empathy, hypnosis/mind control

Psyche

Strengths: Charismatic, quick-thinking, clever, good at understanding the thought processes of others, empathetic, deeply romantic, treats service workers well, dedicated, generally calm, high emotional intelligence, has critical thinking skills, polite*, can be incredibly sweet, adaptable, pays a lot of attention to his partners in bed, passionate, artistic, creative, protective

Weaknesses: selfish, self-absorbed, arrogant, manipulative, almost completley lacks compassion, disdain for basically everyone around him, dishonest, has a horrible temper, needs constant attention and praise, has a massive inferiority/superiority complex, overconfident, easily susceptible to flattery, deep-seated intimacy issues, can't stand being wrong, terrified of vulnerability, paranoid, detached from his own emotions/denies his own humanity, callous, sadistic, can be incredibly rude, actually a bit of a coward, condescending, possessive, jealous and generally kind of a dick.

Fears: genuine intimacy, abandonment/loneliness,true death, being buried alive

Goals: To finally create the perfect art piece (i.e., break someone in just the right way -- he's not even sure what this MEANS, he's just sure he'll "know" when he finally does it), to just enjoy his immortality.

Personality: On the surface, Adam seems likable enough -- at least, at first. He's incredibly charming and thoughtful, often anticipating people's wants before they're even able to articulate them, witty, intelligent and seemingly very polite...

But beneath that surface lurks a spoiled rich kid who learned early on in life that having money, being good looking and charming meant he could get away with almost anything. Adam is self-absorbed and arrogant and almost everything he does is a carefully crafted performance intended to get people on his side and manipulate them into doing what he wants.

Beneath even that, which he desperately tries to ignore, is a little boy who was spoiled by his mother and entirely ignored by his (largely absent) father -- a young man who was traumatized by being forced to fight in WWI and who is full of deep-seated fears and insecurities.

To make up for this, Adam is often sadistic towards the people around him -- but in that way where it's difficult to tell that he's actually being cruel until one looks back at the conversation.

He has difficulty genuinely connecting to others because of those insecurities and instead uses his powers as a Siren to make the people around him love and adore him-- no matter how badly he treats them.

Life

Best Memory: Being gifted his first camera, meeting his Maker.

Worst Memory: Somewhere between when he almost died during WWI and his actual death...

Biggest Achievement: Getting his Masters

Prized Possession: Silver and Garnet ring gifted to him by his Maker, his first camera, his black 2020 Ferrari Portofino (with the red leather interior), (he also has an engraved custom sniper rifle but a friend picked the model and shit for me and I cannot remember what it is for the life of me)

Favorite Color: Red, Gold

Favorite Food:

-Mortal Food: Partial to anything rich and flavorful, prefers food that's not pointlessly ostentatious (nothing coated in gold leaf, that's absurd), dry red wines, Italian Cream Cake, Eggs Benedict, Crepes Suzette

-Blood: Blood taken in the heat of the throes of passion from someone that's truly and deeply in love with and obsessed with him...

Favorite Scents: Blood, Gasoline, Cloves, Cinnamon, Resin, YSL Nuit, roses, vanilla, rain, the sharp smell of a cloudless winter night

Favorite Songs: Winter, 1st Movement - Vivaldi, Raindrops - Chopin, La Vie En Rose - Edith Piaf

Can't Leave Home Without: At least one knife somewhere on his person.

Birthplace: San Francisco, California

Childhood: Adam is the only child out of six in his family to survive to adulthood with four older siblings who had either in infancy, had been stillborn or died of tuberculosis when Adam was still too young to remember them. He had one younger sibling, a sister named Mary who was killed in an accident at the age of 6 when Adam was 8 years old. His parents were already a little bit older by the time he was born and his father was the owner of an incredibly lucrative railroad line and had profited greatly from the Gold Rush as well as owning multiple properties in San Francisco and neighboring Santa Marta...

Due to the loss of her other children, Adam's mother doted on him -- giving into his every whim, supplying him with the best education she could and basically just spoiling the ever loving fuck out of him. His father, on the other hand, was always busy with work and when he was home, had nothing but criticism for Adam who desperately tried to gain his approval to no avail.

Adolescence: Adam developed a passion for photography as a teenager and discovered that being good-looking, clever and rich meant he could get away with A LOT more than most people and also meant that he rarely heard "no" and accepted it as an answer even less often (though he rarely resorted to force to get his way, relying instead on bribery, flattery, blackmail and implied threats). All of this gave him quite an interest in psychology and he intended to become a clinical psychologist. During his adolescence, Adam would have a great many girlfriends and despite being a selfish and manipulative little shit, was actually not the world's worst boyfriend and no hint of the violent temper and genuine sadism he'd develop after being Changed.

Adulthood: Adam's education would be interrupted by the outbreak of WWI,which if asked he will describe as "incredibly distasteful and personally inconvenient." He was a skilled marksman and sniper but was otherwise unremarkable -- much to his father's disdain. After nearly dying in one of the trenches of France after taking a grievous bayonet wound in the last few months of the war, Adam would be sent back from the frontlines and would shortly begin work on continuing his education...

However -- despite the fact that he would complete all seven years necessary to get his degree, Adam's interest in becoming an actual psychologist wouldn't ever come to fruition. In 1925, he would meet Amelia Madeleine Smith -- an unbelievably beautiful and charming socialite from Santa Marta who would see Adam's potential as a source of money and influence for the Nightingale Court of Northern California. She would spend the next year carefully grooming him to become her protege -- manipulating him much in the same way he would later manipulate the women he dates as a vampire -- using emotional transference, mind control and mundane manipulation to cause him to fall madly in love with her... In December of 1925, Amelia would finally perform the ritual of transformation on him and bring Adam over into the world of the Supernatural.

Unfortunately for Adam, his Change would take nearly two weeks to complete -- two weeks spent in absolute agony beyond anything he'd experienced before. Amelia, believing the most important first step for a newly born vampire is to break their bonds to humanity would kidnap his mother during this change and leave her for him to kill upon waking. Adam would remain with Amelia (who used her bond as Adam's maker to control most of his actions and her abilities as a Siren to continue to influence his emotions) until 1980 when she was killed by a member of the Bram Park Wolf Pack in Santa Marta, leaving Adam behind. During this period, Adam would end up being "taken in" by a bonded pair of Stryza -- Camille Belikova and Lucy DeSantos and would act as their primary draw for new playthings.

Recent: Adam met Morgan Kendrick at the Velvet Box goth club in Santa Marta when Morgan was twenty two years old and would sweep her off her feet, intending to make her into his "masterpiece"... Three years into this relationship, Adam would finally Change Morgan, which would break the initial control he had over her and result in her, in a fit of rage, completely draining him and through a magical fluke, causing his spirit to become bonded/fused with her blood...

Recently, Adam's presence has disappeared from Morgan's psyche due to the machinations of Miss Belikova and her wife -- though it appears that the two of them are still inextricably linked in a way beyond the usual bond between Maker and Fledgling.

Relationships

Family: Lawrence Freemont (Father; Deceased), Anne Freemont (Mother; Deceased), Mary Freemont (Sister; Deceased)

Lovers: Amelia Smith (Maker; Deceased), Morgan Kendrick (Fledgling, Ex, Soulbond), Many other unnamed girls.

Friends: Camille Belikova, Lucille DeSantos, Jonathan Andreason

Enemies: Morgan Kendrick, the Bram Park Wolfpack

Acquaintances: Miranda Cortez (Queen of the Nightingale Court of Santa Marta)

Income: Moderately Wealthy

Vehicles: 2020 Ferrari Portofino

Residences: Penthouse Apartment in Vista Rosa, a small Victorian row house in Val Del Mar and a 1br/1ba apartment in Park Verde (all located in Santa Marta)

[scandi-rose]

Eire/Nuala: You've never seen a deeper or darker green, you've never realised how vivid this deep green is. sometimes you see flashes of brighter green through the forest. You look at your calendar and it's April. bright spring. when you see her again months have passed when you see her you swear they're clearer and less saturated, it's now January.

Once again she ambles her way into your store. This time there's a warm tint of gold to her eyes the colour is saturated again this time bright, with flecks of gold, yellow and some brown, It's mid-October.

Finally sits sitting outside the display window curly red hair platted down and out the way, her skin glowing and her, you sear you can count a whole Kaleidoscope of colours to warm green backdrop, oranges, and yellows. strikes warm brown, a little flicker of blue maybe even pink. Its mid-July.

Dublin (Oc, I hope you don't mind)

It's funny when you see him, russet brown hair slicked back into a ponytail, He's got the scattering of freckles that lady does, but a distinctive scar crosses over a right eye. his skin glows clear much cooler than hers. It's like you can fall into them, they're blue just like a deep open sea. Dark saturated blue. then the dark tangle of seaweed bobbing below the surface, the twists and tangles crossing his irises making near inky black shadows.

Come summer you see him again, something becoming clearer to you now upon the season of the meeting, it's his left the sits motionless and milky; faded in its colour. He flinches when foot hits a table leg. Both his eyes are lighter now but it's the one that's got a scar over its moves to take in the new sights the baskets of hanging flowers. you realise the bright green-blue moves in tandem with seasonal algae blooms he mentioned last time. his left eye is far less green than his right one.

Ulster/Northern Ireland

His eyes are surely out the strange people you seem to meet, the most consistent in colour year-round, his dark brown hair and wide rather lamb-like eyes, bright but the colour is overcast with grey, and green-grey, he tells of family strife between his brother and Uncle. The colour drains further from his eyes as he stands in front of you. he is tall and lanky. no freckles, but a present warmth in his eyes even as he speaks of trouble.

The next time you see him his eyes barely have any green left, he's gaunt and leans on the couch with a chesty cough as he says how the fighting became too much and his brother the youngest boy. Arlan moved out. Ma is distraught and Uncle well, he's livid he and the little brother aren't on good terms. His skin is dull like he's covered in ash. it's January 15th 1919.

R.O.I

He comes into the shop, he looks like he's been through hell and back but the eye you can is glowing a bright forest green, half his face is covered in bandages and leaning on a crunch but laughing. A smattering of freckles over his nose and scattered around his eyes.

He's whistling a song, wild ginger hair so bright in the light it looks like flames. He's got his uniform cap on, a new flag of Green, white and Orange draped over his shoulders he pulls it up holding it aloft to cheer to a congregation of his friends standing out the floor.

You swear a mix of sooty grey and gold swirling in his vivid green eye. the year is 1922 and The Republic of Ireland, is now a sovereign nation.

I saw the post you reblogged about eye nation's colours. I thought I'd share mine on eye-related headcanon.

Arthur's eyes due to his magic and connection with his Gaelic family are that bright acid day-glow green. but if you catch him as his just was and look into what you expect acid green. You'll several different things. Brown, brown-hazle, hazle-blue, blue or this green-blue. Arthur's eyes have changed in reflection of his demographics along with his hair. the which went from bright orange-ginger to that the dirty blonde-red. he's been paling it with lye for centuries and then once dye became available dying it to even out the blonde and red in his hair.

If he's out of England too long his eyes fade to greenish blue until they turn this vibrant deep sapphire blue. if I'm honest his brown-eyed flaming bright orange hair looks from before the Saxons came is very striking.

By the time the Vikings left he was a bright strawberry blonde and after the French settled that's when he actually became blonde.

That's pretty interesting, I like your HCs a lot - the idea of eyes and hair changing to match demographics isn't something I've considered before. That's a very unique take on it, NGL. I'll put down some descs of some of their eye colours below so you can see my takes on it. I've already talked about their hair colours before. England: Green-blue, like the sea you remark. Except it ripples, white foam cresting around his pupil as he stares menacingly at you. There is not even a smile offered as you drown in that murk, tugged under by an unseen phanthom. The smell of salt clings to you, followed by a menacing tang of gunfire; the sea is his eyes, you realise, paralysed as you watch a towering wave form and shatter against flecks of dark brown - rocks, you realise, jutting from the throes of the sea. You can almost hear the distant boom as waves crash again and again. He blinks and the illusion is replaced by the slow flow of meandering rivers, intercepted by the creep of black branches against a grey sky. Another blink and its a more verdant green, and another and the illusions are gone entirely. Oh. His eyes were only blue. Or are they green? You can never remember, each time this surly customer comes around. Scotland: His eyes are a bright blue, though you have sworn once they were a dark grey; flashes of light behind his iris, though he smiled placidly, fury thudded like distant thunder. You were carried away, adrift on monstrous gales that lashed you high, clouds scudding below you. Another look at it is the same fathoms as an earlier customer, except that it swirls, churning and twisting and tugging, the depths of a vaguely recalled body of water coming to the fore of your mind, something about the Corryvreckan and its depths. You get lost there, and by the time you get your focus, he is gone now. Whenever he returns now, he does not meet your eye, though on occassion you have regarded the Corryvreckan and watch the swirls of white drift through, torn between a storm-fraught sky and the din of the sea's might, unable to choose which scenery is your liking. Oh well, his eyes are really beautiful, you muse, worthy of a painting or two. Wales: Her eyes are brown. You swear they were always brown and will always be, but there is a glint of gold you spied once, reptilian and proud, the furl of a banner held high and a dragon's gaze snapping wide open; You'd stumbled and caught yourself in her arms, and what was brown was like fire, the cracking and peeling of bark, and then she blinked, and there was a gleam of bright red, like berries, the bent bows of flexible yew. She apologised, and you swore that her pupils had turned to slits, the wakening of something deep in the earth, stark brown giving way to something welling deep inside. Another occassion, you had called out to her with a cheerful smile, and her eyes were as black as coal, mournful and smoggy. She said she was having a bad day. You saw that sight too many times, but she never explained. She insisted her eyes were only brown. You swore to yourself otherwise. It was coal fires, yew trees and dragon scales. But she insisted it was brown and you were mad. Ireland: Her eyes are hazel. On occassion, they seem greener - more vivid, until they almost seem to hurt to look at, sharper than any thorn. This comes and goes, of course, and others swear they were more pale brown, withered and dry stalks, poor eating. Sometimes you swear, that her eyes are many colours - shifting from gold to orange to yellow to a faint dusk, the sun setting - though she never explains. She never says anything to you really, only passing by on the few occassions she visits family or friends. Hope, you decide is what her eyes are, forged a long time ago when times were harder, burned into her gaze. You overheard a claim that her eyes were once gold a long, long time ago. You wished you could've seen it. But no, it was hazel.

[sewitallcreations]

Where's The Punk Wednesday?

Discount DRITZ studs.

Studs are expensive. Especially if you're one of those people making a battle jacket that is essentially a modern chainmail. Covering every inch in metal is very METAL but also can cost a bunch.

I've run across discounted studs and spikes before that essentially I have to throw in the trash. Way too often I discover that they break easily, are shotty made, or are slightly different sizes and don't go in smoothly. And you try and line them up it looks like a half done Jenga tower.

So when I found this hundred pack for roughly $2 sold at Walmart I was a little nervous. Yet I went ahead and splurged the couple of Saw back ,and, to my delight, I went back and I cleared the shelves of both the gold and silver. It was a wild success!

Though only in these circular flat studs for now, both the gold and silver pass the checklist that I require for studs.

They go in both t-shirts and denim jacket material.

The prongs on the underside, which there are four, Bend inward securely. The prongs do not break off.

They pass the PRY OUT test. This is where after I have secured it, I try and pry it out with my fingers to see if they will rip or fall out easily. This is a basic test that I try out because you never know when your jacket is going to bump, snag, or get piled stuff on top of it. If you're going to spend hours putting studs into a jacket let's make sure that they STAY in the jacket.

Now there are a couple really great ways to use these type studs for decorating. One is basic framework going around the edges of the patch/design that you have.

Or you can use it just to accent, and add a splash of shine to your design.

Shiny!

The Best : they come in a hundred pack for roughly $2 us. This is a very fair price for such a good and sturdy stud.

The Worst: they're only available in this small round size at this time. Though there are gold and silver available, there is no copper or black for those who might appreciate the darker colors.

Overall : 9/10 these are pretty good buy. If you are just starting with trying to do design work with studs and you think you can work with their one round shape, this is definitely what you should go pick up. They are also available online in case you don't have a Walmart nearby.

Remember, always try and think outside the box. Just because the back recommendation says for leather design work, or shows you how to do a basic Star only, doesn't mean you can't think outside the recommended packaging and create something awesomely unique!

[blueberryrock]

Here is the next chapter, I really don't know what else to say except enjoy!

(Yellow's pov)

"I'm sorry Yellow, but I can't help anymore, I've done all I've can," Steven Universe says over a diamond communicator "I'd love to keep helping you look for her, but I've got some stuff I need to do on earth, but–" I cut him off.

"No, no, I get it. You've spent a lot of your time helping me look for Blue, I'm very grateful, I'll keep you updated if we find anything" I say exhaustedly.

"Sorry, " he apologizes again " what I was going to say was, after I'm done with the stuff I need to do, I'll come back and help" he determinedly says.

I sadly smile at him, but it quickly vanishes as I say goodbye to him and hang up. I rub my tired eyes, ever since Blue has gone missing, I've been working my ass off trying to find her.

But I've had no hope, we'll expect for all the quartz's Blue Pearl found poofed on the Oasis's moon. But they don't even know where they're keeping her.

And every rotation that I've lost searching is another rotation she could be shattered or worse.

And to make matters worse, she is still pregnant. I groan at that last part. I need to get off my ass and go out and search planets.

But instead of doing that, I am currently sitting on my bed wasting time.  I let out a tired front as I get off of the bed, I summon a yellow screen and I send a message to Yellow Pearl, telling her to get my ship ready.

As soon as Yellow Pearl says it's ready hastily warp to my ship. The huge golden ship is gleaming in the sunlight, I sadly sigh as I glance at Blue's unused ship.

"I will find you" I mutter to myself. I climb up the many flights of stairs to reach the entrance of the ship. I carelessly stomp through the empty golden halls of the ship, only slowing down when I reach the cockpit.

I throw myself into the somewhat comfortable driver's seat, I take a deep breath to prepare myself as my right arm is engulfed by a golden light. I relax once the noise of the engines starts roaring as I leave the ground. The beautiful purple-blue sky of homeworld quickly changes into the inky blackness of space.

I tilt my arm more towards the right to steer the huge ship to an old galaxy the I haven't visited in eons.

(Blues pov)

I groan as I slowly sit up. The bright sunlight that pours in my small cell nearly blinds me for a few seconds. I rub the exhaustion from my eyes, I'm being very careful that I don't move my very injured arm.

It stopped bleeding a while ago, but it still hurts like a bitch whenever I move. Which is why I only move off of the bed to grab food.

Luckily, none of the fusions have visited me yet. After three days they finally gave me another pillow, a nice soft plush one! They probably think that I won't destroy this one, which is true.

I delicately comb my thin hand through my dirty hair, I gingerly put my weaker hand on my big baby belly. I'm now currently seven and a half months pregnant starting today.

I sigh as hunger washes over me, I slowly reach over from the bed to "Padparadscha" a small pink and orange plant.

I slowly grab all the small sour fruits that the plant produces. I quickly shovel all six of them into my mouth, I twitch from the very sour taste.

As soon as I swallow the last of the nasty fruit a large group of gems walks into my cell. With, of course, they're two leaders at the front.

"Finally you're awake!" Black opal says happily "We've, I mean she" Opal nods to the huge pastel fusion standing next to her "thought today would be a great day to run medical scans!"

"Yes, today we will heal your arm" the pastel fusion glares at my still bandaged arm "and check up on the gemlings," she says smoothly.

She ushers the medical gems to bring the equipment forward. "Luckily, since someone gave the command to slice your arm open," she says harshly, the smaller of the two fusions takes a few nervous steps back "we hopefully won't need to restrain you very much"

"I wouldn't say that" I grit through my teeth.

"If you thrash about, you'll only make it worse," the big fusion says gently. She presses a button the lets the medical gems into my small cell "we don't want to hurt you"

"My sliced arm says otherwise" I sneer.

"That was a mistake from someone who was having 'fun' " she glares at Black Opal with all four black eyes.

"W-well I see that I'm not needed" Opal squeaks. She quickly turns around and runs out of the room.

"Thank the stars" I quietly mutter to myself.

The big fusion only shakes her head, her long rainbow locks following her every move "I, won't hurt you. And I'll make sure she won't either"

"Cause that reassures me soo much," I say sarcastically.

"It should. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way" her soft voice sends a shiver down my spine.

"Fine, I choose the easy way" I sigh.

"Good, good, there really no reason to put up a fight. In the end, we both want the same thing" she evilly grins.

"We do?"

"In a way, I won't explain it ...but I will say that we both want the gemlings to be nice and healthy" she gestures the gems to bring the scanner forward.

I sit as still as I possibly can while they use a small handheld scanner to scan me and remove the makeshift bandaid around my now stinging arm.

I let out a low hiss as they put some sort of healing paste on it and wrap it back up. "That should clear up rather soon," a small aquamarine with a squeaky voice says.

I weakly smile at her as the other gems work on getting the scanner to work. After a few long minutes of them just pressing buttons and muttering to themselves, the small gems finally get the scanner to work.

"Sorry 'bout that boss, it's an older model so we had to convert it from solar to a fuel system" a dark blue and gold Lapis Lazuli scratches her head.

"Why did you do that?" The tall fusion slightly raises her voice.

"I'm sorry, but it's the only way we could get it to work" the Lapis shrinks back.

"Fine. It's fine. Just hurry it up" the fusion snaps. The Lapis nods and tells the other gems to hurry it up.

And finally, the scanner actually does its job for once and quickly scans me from head to toe. Only beeping when it hits my belly and my arm.

"Alright, here are the results" a Peridot hands a light green screen to the pastel fusion.

"Finally" she quietly mumbles "good news! Aside from your arm being cut open, you're perfectly fine." She shoots me a grin.

"And that means?" I lean forward a bit.

"It means you're fine, and the gemlings are growing just as intended." She hands the screen back to the small Peridot, the fusion signals all the gems to leave.

As soon as she steps past the electric field, it quickly closes, leaving no evidence of its opening.

I gently lay down on my back, careful not to disturb my arm. I close my eyes and wait for the big metal doors to close.

I place my non-injured arm in my baby belly, tracing slow circles on top. "Don't worry, Yellow will come for us soon. You two can count on it" I whisper to the gemlings and myself.

I pull the now clean and soft thin blanket over me. I stare up at the ceiling, the green sunlight from the tiny window dances across the room.

"I hope"

(Yellow's pov)

Useless.

This is utterly useless.

I've been searching planet after planet, moon after moon, but nothing. No trace of any gems, gem ships, or working gem tech.

I angrily drum my fingers on the armrest of my golden throne and sloppily dodge any and all asteroids that are in my way.

And I've searched all asteroid belts and no sign of anything. I don't understand, I should have found her by now.

Their base should've popped up on the radar....Unless.....They're invisible....

Ha! Invisible! That sounds like something that Steven would suggest...Although, I do recall White asking me to stop working on something like that a millennium ago..... Unless someone started working on it again. Damn this just became a thousand times harder.

I jerk my hand off of the steering platform, causing the ship to come to an abrupt halt. I summon a screen and quickly type my theory to both White and Steven.

Even if he won't be searching I told him I'll keep him updated. As soon as that's done, I pull up the star map and locate the nearest planet.

I hastily put my hand back on the steering platform, too impatient to wait for the golden light to consume my arm I jerk my hand forward cause the ship to go as fast as it possibly can.

I slow down when I come to a very familiar area and a very familiar planet. Automatically, my ship pulls up a screen showing information about this planet.

Most of the file has been lost, except for the name of the planet (which was planet 2947). But the planet is large, hollowed out, and red.

I carefully land my ship on the ancient landing pad, it lets out a slight creak as I fully land on it. I turn off the engines and a golden bubble surrounds me.

I don't have much hope for this planet but it never hurts to look. After cycles of wandering around, I decide to go back to the ship and go to the next one.

The second planet I've searched used to be a water planet with purple water and gorgeous blue skies. But now it's once bluegrass is now murky brown mud.

If I remember correctly, this was my second colony. I cautiously cross a dried-up river bed, I kick a small rock across a field of dead grass. This is useless, nothing is out here.

It isn't until a strange, quiet, beeping noise stops me from leaving. I quickly whip around, I start a light jog back through the field until the beeping stops.

Out of the corner of my eye, a small pink object quickly looks up and disappears in the grass. I quickly chase after it, luckily the being is a very bright shade of pink so I easily find it.

I grab the small pink being, it has long fluffy pink hair that covers most of her face, with skin a few shades darker. They're wearing a short pink dress with tons of ruffles.

"Sapphire, how did you get here and what are you doing here?" I ask.

She slightly squirms in my fist, her small hands pound on mine. "Please let me go" her soft voice pleads.

I sigh and release my tight hold on her, she neatly sits in my hands with hers neatly crossed in her lap.

"I know why you're here, but what you're looking for is nowhere near" she calmly says.

"Don't give me that bullshit, if you know where Blue is, then tell me" I say angrily.

"I don't know what planetoid she is on directly, but I do know the galaxy" she tucks some loose strands of her fluffy hair behind her ear.

"Then. Hurry. Up. And. Tell. Me."

The pink sapphire stops to think, she runs her chin with her small involved hand. "You will find her in the Stracks galaxy" she grins.

I look away from the small gem to think "The Stracks..." I mutter to myself, all the anger quickly seeps out of me. My eyes slowly slide back to the still grinning gem "I don't think I've heard of that galaxy"

"It was where White Diamond's first few colonies (besides homeworld) were. Most didn't have any materials, so they were spared" The pink Sapphire says "I suspect that she is on one of those spared planets"

"Thank you. Thank you so much!" I chirp.

"My pleasure" she grins again.

"I do have one question" I set the little sapphire on the ground "why are you here?"

"We both have someone to look for, and I highly suspect that she is here" the pink sapphire brushes any of the dirt off of her dress and floats away.

"Umm, good luck" I quickly say before I turn around and head for the ship.

Don't worry I'm coming Blue.