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dn-imagines-in-2023 · 5 months

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DATE NIGHT

Light

Is pretty open to whatever you want to do. If you ask him to choose, he'll go with the classic dinner at a nice restaurant and maybe go to a museum or something.

He's a very good conversationalist. He loves to learn so he's very easy to talk to; he remembers details.

'Oh, they hate this color, I better pick a different tie.'

If you're doing something fun, he'll have a good time. But he's not a fan of the 'lay around on the couch' kind of dates, they make him feel unproductive.

He LOVES the lay around on the couch type of dates. They're a good safe option for him when it's not safe for him to be in public.

When it is safe for him to be in public he's completely shameless. All of his habits and quirks are out on display for the whole world to see and he does not care if he gets judged for it.

So if you can't handle the secondhand embarrassment of your boyfriend having his bare feet out for free, you're going to have a bad time.

If you do go out, he likes quieter, more private dates. A library, a park, places that aren't too crowded or chaotic.

Cafes and bakeries are always a win for obvious reasons.

Misa

She really goes all out. You have to schedule your dates with her, because they can be like 6 hours long.

She's a big fan of classic romantic dates. The 'dinner and a move' kind of thing.

I think she would absolutely love to take you to a masquerade. A chance to experiment with fashion and dance with you all night? She'd be all over it.

She would also like shopping dates. She loves to pick out clothes she thinks would look good on you and will let you pick out things for her too.

Takes lots of cute pictures through the night and displays her favorites in her room.

Mello *NSFW mentioned*

He’ll only go on dates with you on his off time- work always comes first. He has to beat Near by any means necessary, that means his love life comes second to that. In another world where everything was resolved neatly, he would likely be more willing to engage in romance.

Mello loves an adrenaline rush. His favorite dates are always a little risky and you always end up sweaty and out of breath (in a good way.)

I imagine he would like taking you out for drinks and going dancing- probably to raves rather than nightclubs.

The dark is a nice excuse to hold your hand- so you don’t get separated of course.

When you’re so exhausted and dizzy you can’t see straight, he’ll call you both a cab and you’ll do everything short of have sex in the back of it.

The real fun starts when you both get upstairs ;)

Matt

Matt loves relaxed stay-at-home dates. You hop on multiplayer on a really relaxing game like stardew valley or minecraft and just lay in a snuggly pile of blankets together.

I think he would also like dates where you make something together- trying a new recipe, or making an art project. It might not turn out great - he doesn’t have a sophisticated palette or a lot of artistic skill, but he would have a lot of fun.

He doesn’t mind going out once in a while, but he doesn’t like dressing up. He hates wearing ties. He’ll do it occasionally for your sake, but it’s not his favorite.

Near

He doesn’t really do specifically set out *dates*. You both just… end up in each others company.

It’s never a case of ‘Let’s set aside this Saturday at 7 for a date night.’ Usually, you just end up in his room while he’s working, you distract him, and you two end up spending the next six hours talking.

I imagine he would like that type of date, where you sit and have a really, really good conversation for hours and hours.

Especially since you’re one of the only people in the world who can really keep up with him.

He might bring out something for you two to work on together, some of his toys, puzzles, models, etc.

He likes meticulous, detail oriented work. Introduce him to knitting/crochet and you two can sit and knit together for hours. (embroidery would also work for this.)

Matsuda

Silly goofy guy.

He likes new experiences, he’s willing to try just about anything once. So if you have a really wild date idea, he’s probably down with it.

If he’s the one to come up with the date, he tries to put some thought into it and make it personal to you. But he has trouble coming up with new ideas so he tends to stick to what he knows - you two have a dedicated date night restaurant you both like.

I have no idea why, but I imagine he would love live theater? Like specifically musicals. Take him to see Hairspray, he’ll have the time of his life.

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 6 months

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Hiii I have a request!! Ok it’s kinda long cause it’s all a dream I had

Jake sully x reader

Ok let’s say reader and jake were married before everything (when he was still human) and she got knocked up by him and lates say like in the movie jake falls for neytiri and reader finds out and during the war reader gets injured and they take her to eywa, eywa saves her baby but it’s transformed to a Navi baby (let’s say it’s neteyam) while reader is stuck still being human so yk Jake and neytiri takes care of the kid it’s angsty especially with neteyams death

hey bestie, so i saw that you sent this same exact request to another writer(same exact wording as well). was thinking about not posting it now, but i wrote this at work and finished it so you’re getting two versions. but not very happy about this IMO, not very nice to go to different writers so you can get more/different versions of your request

pairing: jake sully x human fem!reader wc: maybe almost 1k warnings: blood, infidelity, mentions of pregnancy

masterlist / jake sully

this trip to pandora was pretty much your's and jake's honeymoon. away from home and family, now living on a foreign planet surrounded by scientists and the military. dream destination spot.

"this place is marvelous. a true beauty." in awe while the helicopter flew your small group over the pandorian forest. the lush green of the thriving trees mixed with the spectrum of colors was outstanding. only used to the muted palette of your dying earth.

jake sat beside you with his hand in yours, being oddly quiet for the chatter-mouth he normally is. "everything okay. handsome?" leaning into his space even though you have radios to hear each other.

jake looked away from the jungle and peered at you with shallow eyes. "yeah. yeah, all good."

two days after the ride they set jake up to test his avatar. he went into a pod structure and then about an hour later you saw him as a nine-foot blue-striped alien with feline features. his human features still showed through, your jake staying present.

when he came back to your shared quarters the both of you got handsy and frisky, acting like a pair of teenagers. the next morning both were naked and awoken by a loud pounding on your door.

"let's go jarhead! don't have all day!"

groans from jake and light giggles from you. he rolls over to press multiple kisses scattered over your face until he leaves a deep and final kiss upon your lips.

"i love you." his sparkling blues looked over your face. he steals an encore kiss, "I'll see you later." and he grabs his clothes from the floor before getting into his wheelchair.

"i love you too. be safe." called to him before the door shut closed.

"you're pregnant." jaw dropped involuntarily. "are- are you serious? i- I mean, are you sure?" your heart pitched up in speed on the machine.

max nodded while keeping a neutral expression. "I'm sure. three months along."

your hands cupped over your mouth as your vision blurred with tears, "holy shit."

"is... is that a good holy shit? or a bad holy shit?" max stepped forward while clinging to his clipboard.

a nod of your head, "a good holy shit. a very good holy shit."

later that night when jake returned from his training you broke the wonderful news.

"you serious?" and he sounded the farthest from happy. you faltered for a second before bouncing back. "yeah, max said I'm three months along. isn't this exciting! we can start a family on a thriving planet-"

"and start one on an alien world where everything is deadly. everything is dangerous here. the plants, animals, the locals! the natives hate us and they are barely warming up to me with these hours of training. a kid is not safe here!" jake's voice rose to a sharp yell causing you to flinch in both shock and fear.

"well, we'd- we'd keep them in hell's gate until then. wait until their of age." trying to get jake to warm up to the concept just a little. "aren't- aren't you at least a- a little happy? you're gonna be a father!"

you wrapped your arms around your elbows, protecting yourself from any harsh words to be thrown. jake scoffed while shaking his head.

"no. i'm not. my father was shitty, treating my brother with his respect while I was just dirt. now I'm gonna end up repeating that cycle!" rubbing his hands over his face in stress.

you jumped quickly to his defense. "no you're not. you'll be a great father, gentle and caring. i know it, they'll love you." setting slow steps toward jake, stretching a hand out to comfort him.

four months have passed. you were showing more each week and even found out it was a boy. jake was still training with the omatikaya clan to gain their trust. having two separate lives, exploring the world of pandora as one of the people, and at night he's back in his human body that’s getting weaker each day. it's caused the two of you to hit a rocky patch in your new marriage.

jake barely spoke to you when he came to bed, still giving his touches but those have been lessening each night. he can’t keep eye contact with you now, you miss gazing into his clear eyes as you get lost in dreams. he would avoid any of your questions about his day, especially ones that involved her.

that gut feeling told you he didn't love you anymore. ever since the pregnancy announcement he's been completely different. it caused tears to sting your eyes when you think about the possibility he fell in love with her, dreams about her while he’s beside you.

"jake?" calling his name before he could slip away from the day. he stopped just before the door, keeping his back to you.

"do- do you still love me? cause if you don't just- just tell me. it's breaking my heart to just take this silent treatment, having you slowly retreat from me. just tell me you don't love me, that you love her now. just tell the truth." cracked voice and hiccuping breathes. you thought you were on the verge of passing out with your ragged inhales.

he still didn't bother looking at you. if he did you would see how his eyes are screwed shut and his mouth twisted in a grimce. small tears staining his skin as he replied in a cool and collected voice.

"i don't love you anymore and i'm sorry." jake left before you could say anything, leaving you to sob alone and hold your bump in a cradle.

a week later all hell broke loose for every species on pandora. a war between the greedy corporations and the locals of the planet. you, max, and trudy helped free grace, norm, and jake from their cell. it was a race against time, too much happening at once to process the damage taken.

both you and grace were shot, losing blood and slowly dying. jake said he was gonna take the both of you to the spirit tree to have mo'at save the three of you.

"it's gonna be okay, baby. everything is gonna be okay." jake's voice broke as his hands caressed your paling face. tear rolling in drops to his cheeks. you tried smiling for him, showing you were fine.

"it's okay, handsome. just save the baby. be his father." jake sobbed, "i- I can't do- do this without you."

you shushed him while running a heavy hand over his head, "yes you can. you have people around you and- and you have neytiri. someone who loves you." jake scrunched his face, 'i'm sorry, baby. so so sorry." giving a rock to your body.

your skin was feeling colder and you could feel your heart slowing. "jake... can i- can I have a- a kiss? for goodbye?"

"you're not leaving. you'll be okay." his thumb smoothing over your skin. eyes dimming in shine. "of course,' words getting breathy, "I still want a kiss, handsome." sleepy eyes taking in all of your husband's details. for the final time.

jake stared into your shrinking pupils before leaning down so his lively lips connected with your bloody ones. "I'll always love you, jake sully." whispered to his lips with your last breath.

almost a month after the fire had settled, most of the humans were taken back to earth, and the clans began rebuilding. jake is now the lead for the people of the omatikaya clan. toruk makto gone until he is needed again.

jake was out by a stream collecting fish for the communal meal later that night. the quiet always helped him at times and allowed him to reminisce on the past. flashes of your face or smile, small bites of your laughter ringing within his ears. thinking of how he should’ve treated you better, wishing he could have a second chance at human life with you.

jake knew he didn't deserve your final words, but he held them close in his heart.

"ma jake." neytiri's soothing voice filled the silent air. he turned on his heel and smiled as she came closer. "yawne," holding a hand out for her to grab. he pressed three kisses upon her knuckles.

neytiri's lips parted in a smile. "i have blessed news, ma jake." he waited for her to continue, eyes taking in her glowing face.

"i am with child."

and instead of that gut-wrenching feeling he was expecting to feel the first time this news dropped, it was only solemn. a sad happiness crashing over him in waves.

but he didn't need to force a smile, it came with ease was he whispered, "that's- that's wonderful news."

a/n: i fridged the reader i know! (if you don't know where fridging a female character came from look it up)

jake sully taglist: @singular-itae / @websterss

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creepygutz · 11 months

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we all have bad dreams; part II to "lachrymose"

part I | part II

pairing: hannibal lecter x gn reader

pronouns: they/them

desc: you show up at hannibal lecter's doorstep six months after your first meeting, asking for a shoulder to cry on.

trigger warnings: mentions of sewerslide, alcohol drinking, some angst

w.c: 1,189

the dread that filled your chest agonized you as your footsteps grew heavy on the concrete. it was late, too late for your doctor to be up at this time, but you needed someone, anyone, to talk to.

you drudged up the steps, and found yourself in front of the door. the lights were on: a good sign, you thought.

letting out a heavy sigh, you gripped the bag in your right hand, and brought your left up, balled it in a fist, and drew three knocks against the door.

not a few moments later, hannibal lecter opened the door.

"y/n, what brings you here?" he asked. "it's late. you should be resting."

you laughed dryly. "so should you, doctor lecter." lifting the bag in your right hand, you ask, "care for a drink?"

hannibal stood for a moment, eyes studying you, before moving aside. "what did you bring?"

"armand de brignac ace of spades rose." you answered, stilling when he took the bag and set it aside.

"may i?"

his hands hovered over your shoulders, fingers just barely touching you. it took you a moment to realize what he was asking; you nodded, and his fingers carefully slipped your jacket off of your shoulders and hung it up on the nearest coat hanger.

"thank you." you hummed, and he nodded in turn, grabbing the bag of wine and showing you to the kitchen.

his kitchen, unlike his office, seemed minimal. just the things you'd see in any other kitchen. it didn't exude "old money", like you'd thought of his office at first, and it didn't seem expensive, either. the color palette, full of grays, beiges, whites, a pinch of brown, reminded you of a morgue.

the sound of glass against marble broke your train of thought. looking at hannibal, you watched as he grabbed two wine glasses, as he poured the wine, and as he handed you yours. you mumbled a thank you, put the brim to your lips, and drank.

for a long moment, it was quiet. then, hannibal's voice.

"tell me, y/n, what brings you here at five in the morning."

you sighed, licking your lips. then, you took another sip. and another, and another, all until your glass was empty. you reached for the bottle to pour more, but hannibal scooted it away. you pouted.

"what's wrong, y/n." hannibal asserted. "i don't think you're here just for a drink."

you looked at him, eyes red and burning. then, sighing, you said, "i had a dream that..." you closed your eyes, picking at your chapped lips. "...you and everyone in my life...hate dealing with me." you swallowed, mouth dry. "i still can't tell if it was real or not. if i'm still dreaming."

hannibal looked at you, eyes searching your face. you jumped when you felt two fingers pinch the skin between your shoulder and neck. your eyes peeled open, and you looked at him.

"did that hurt you?" hannibal asked. you nodded. shortly after, so did he. "good. that means you are awake." he took a sip of his wine. "what did you see in your dream?"

you sighed, rubbing the spot he pinched. "i saw you, my doctor, friends from my university, and..." you knitted your eyebrows together. "...my mom."

eyes still fixed on you, hannibal moved closer. "what did she say to you."

tears pricked your eyes, and you ducked your head to hide your face. "she said that...she wished my attempt succeeded, because i'm a burden to her and the people around me."

"your most recent attempt?" hannibal asked. you shook your head.

"my first one, when i was fourteen." you muttered. "we'd gotten into a bad fight, and she said that she wished she miscarried so she wouldn't have had to go through hell to raise me."

"so you tried to kill yourself." he stated bluntly.

you nodded slowly. "that's the gist of it, yeah."

hannibal was quiet, before saying, "why do you think your mom wished you were dead?"

"i never said i think that."

"our dreams reflect what we think. they can reflect issues in our daily lives." hannibal spoke neatly, voice smooth. you lifted your head.

"then," you clicked your tongue, "what do you dream about, doctor lecter?"

"this isn't about me, y/n. this is about you and what you're thinking." hannibal leaned against the counter. "why do you think you're mom wished you died, y/n."

you frowned at his avoidance, dipping your head down to look at the marble counter.

"i don't think i want to talk about that."

hannibal nodded. "then, why do you think i hate dealing with you?"

you shook your head. "that's irrelevant."

"i think it's pretty relevant to this conversation." he countered. "do you want to hear what i think?"

you didn't answer. he continued.

"i think you think i might leave." he said. "that i might refer you to a different psychiatrist if i deem myself not qualified enough to help you through your problems."

he moved closer to you, making careful, calculated steps. "you think that if you make the wrong move, or say the wrong thing, that i won't be able to handle it. but i assure you, y/n," he tucked two curled knuckles under your chin and tilted your head up to face him. "the only thing that would stop me from helping you deal with your problems would be death."

you struggled to look him in the eyes, so you instead focused on every other aspect of his face. you focused on every line, spot, crease. the aged scars, the vague stubble.

"sei bello." you heard yourself say.

you could see hannibal's small smile out of the corner of your eye. he slid his hand up and embraced your cheek. you sighed, delighted at his warmth.

"we all have bad dreams, y/n," hannibal said suddenly. "and it's up to us to face them," he paused, eyes studying your face. "or fear them."

"what do you do when you have bad dreams?" you asked, eyes finally meeting his. he thought for a moment, eyes wandering over your face, before meeting back with yours.

"i face them." he answered.

you stayed silent for a long moment, mind racing. then you nodded. "thank you."

he shook his head, dropping his hand from your cheek. "it's my job to help you through your problems."

"do you help all your patients at five in the morning?" you asked rhetorically. hannibal's lips twitched in a smile, and he shook his head again.

"no, i don't." he poured you another glass of wine, sliding it over to you. you took a sip.

sighing, you looked at your watch. "i should probably head back home." you looked up at him, and smiled. "thank you again, doctor lecter. i owe you."

"you owe me nothing, y/n." he returned your smile, then took a sip of his wine.

you shook your head and sipped your wine. your eyes scanned his face, and again you said, "sei bello."

hannibal took another sip and returned, "ir tu esi stebuklas."

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a/n: i hope you enjoyed !!! part two suggested by @killmwritesshit =]]

#hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal #hannibal mads mikkelsen #mads mikkelsen hannibal #mads mikkelsen #hannibal x reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #hannibal fic #hannibal lecter fic #hannibal 2013

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sa1808fi · 4 months

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I don’t think this has been mentioned, but has anyone thought about the way Rex and his ‘tough’ aesthetic kind of contrasts with Apocalypseburg's ideas on what being tough look and act like?

Like if you compare the two, there is a big difference in the way the two look, and I guess act as well.

With the Apocalypseburgers, they mostly stick to a brown color palette, and kind of have a steampunk/gangster vibe to them? (I don't know how to describe it). They also don't seem to look as 'cleaned' up, more like trying to show off their supposed toughness by looking all roughed up and like they've been in a fight (tbh they probably were).

Rex also goes along with the darker aesthetic (Since that's basically the stereotype for toughness), but less of the exaggerated rough dirtiness the Apocalypseburgers have, and edging more onto the sleek and sci-fi side. The dark blue and bright green accents also contribute to it, making him seem much more cleaned up (and I guess futuristic?(ha)) compared to the Apocalypseburgers.

I guess the way Apocalypseburg do their hair is also really distinctive. It kinda has a punk rock feel to it? Mohawks, tied up, or just long and messy (I could be leaving some out but that's the general ~vibe~).

Not too sure how to describe Rex and his hairstyle, because I would assume it's something that (If we're talking real-world rules) he would have to grow out from his 'Emmet' hairstyle, and it's a lot more -I wanna say- fluffy?

Apocalyspseburgers also have-like- an excessive amount of accessories, with all the heavy metal shoulder pads, spikes, or metal accents to their clothes. It gets just a bit obnoxious at times like they're trying just a bit too hard to fit in (But it works anyway). And besides, that makes it hard to do things sometimes because of the overwhelming amount of just straight-up metal on them at all times.

Rex... see for him I like to think that he has an absurd amount of weapons on his person, but he hides them well so you don't really notice them unless you know where they are (It's like that Lego Batman scene where Batman just pulls out a whole ass bazooka when going through security check), and he just has the most random things that actually end up being really useful (Plot device, also... a lot like Emmet). So he doesn't have as many accessories as an Apocalypseburgian, but still has a few things here and there.

I guess in the end it's really just Rex wanting to develop that tough personality that he was pushed into, but in a way that still sets him apart from Apocalypseburg since he has so many bad memories and experiences in that place (Also he just straight up hates all of them).

#rex dangervest #the lego movie #the lego movie 2 #lego movie #lego movie 2 #DOES THIS MAKE SENSE??#DO-DO YOU GET THE VIBES #just a bit of an observation #this has been in my drafts for like 2 months #the joy of posting it #I might expand on this a bit more #who knows #saffi's rambles

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lemonadhe · 6 months

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I'm really curious about your angelic PV hc, can you share more about it? (if you want to ofc)

OKOK SO,

About my Angelic Pure Vanilla headcanon, or, my theory on how PV is an angel

The "Light" is treated as a god in the game, the cookies in the republic are seen praying to it. Both Madeline and Financier Cookie mention how the light can help them, how the light gives them their powers. Almost like an angelic being they are praying to. Pure Vanilla, despite being the strongest user of light magic canonically, has never been seen praying to it. So maybe, he is the light.

Looks wise i dont think it needs much explanation. Angels are pure creatures of light. His color palette is very angelic, plus angels who show themselves to humans are described to be men in robes, which Pure Vanilla's default outfit

Angels are seen as a guidance and helper in dark times. Angels are associated having a polite and calm personality, purity in a way. Which describes Pure Vanilla perfectly. He only wants the good of the cookies, he thinks of the others before himself, which are personality traits of prophets and angels.

Also, for some reason his line

“May fortune be upon you today„

Stuck out to me. He says that as if he is granting the fortune. And, again, angels are associated with granting fortune in multiple medias. I also feel the mention that his characther takes inspiration from literal Jesus Christ.

(a long part of my process of writing got deleted, which i am pretty bummed about, so i apologize the writing seems a bit rushed)

So now diverting from my theories on the canon, here are my headcanons about angel pv

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☁️Like most angels, he can shape shift. Which means he actively chooses to be a short old man. He can be anything else, he can be tall and buff if he desires but no. He likes being the short old man he is

☁️Despite walking around like a normal cookie, he has 3 sets of wings. He hides them for multiple reasons, one being he doesnt like looking out of place. Two, being the fact that he forgets to use them because of how little he uses his wings. He can (canonically) float so why bother.

☁️When he is feeling scared and or threathened, he instinctively starts looking more angelic, in a way getting on defense mode. More scared he is, more angelic he looks

☁️His true form is a mix of the Avatar if Destiny and just. Light. It is incomprehensible to cookies, cookies can pass out on sight of seeing it. Avatar of Destiny is like a toned down version of his true form. Only the ancient heroes know about this true form and even they were quite traumatized afterwards.

☁️He has mind altering abilities but chooses not to use it. He will only use it on emergencies like if an information is too much for a cookie to handle

☁️He can absolutely destroy earthbread if he wanted to. We saw a small bit of his abilities on the Dark Flour War. That was just to seal Dark Enchantress, imagine what he would do if he wanted to kill her. Which is why he is so stubborn about never using his powers for violence. Cause if he looses control, that would be the end of earthbread.

☁️Cookies pray to him sometimes, he doesnt enjoy thus, though. He politely warns the cookie praying to him to stop, he doesnt want to be seen as a god.

Aaaand i think that is all, i would make the post look prettier but I think if i work on this post more i am going to go insane, i hate loosing process😭

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla crk #I HATE FORGETTING TO SAVE WAHHHH #crk headcanons #this took way too long....

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averagewriter-inthedark · 1 year

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That’s Classified 💄 | Everett Ross Imagine

Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Everett Ross x spy!reader (slight romantic/tension)

Content Warnings: profanity, flirtatious banter, mentions of violence | Female!reader—no use of Y/n but she/her pronouns | Wc: less than 2k

Premise: To collect intel from a spy who’s a literal ghost, Agent Everett Ross has to get out of his comfort zone with what she has in store for him.

Note: this song has been popular again due to tiktok and all the Zoolander memes and it’s giving me inspiration for a Everett with a spy who’s a baddie - Bee 🐝

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It was a bad idea…….

Agent Everett Ross was never a fan of meet ups and intel swaps being in crowded areas where watching surroundings was difficult due to chaos around. He preferred them at coffee shops and fancy restaurants. That way he could get in and out and make it look like two friends meeting up during their break or end of work day.

Clubs did not offer that simplicity.

Sweaty bodies against each other and music so loud it was just vibration to one’s ear brought complications in most cases. How could two agents discuss when they are having to yell in each other’s ear. Doing that could easily have information in the wrong hands.

So one could imagine Ross’ unease when his superior informed him he’d be going to a place called, “Eros’ Sanctuary,” that turned to be a club. Such a fitting name given the vibes were geared toward Greek mythology.

Paying the cover fee with a frown, the bouncer pulled back the velvet rope and allowed the agent through. He hated being unarmed in case something were to happen, but they had to pat him down and walk through a metal detector. So Everett made it his mission to get in, get what was needed, and get the hell out. Hopefully within an hour or less.

‘She’ll be the one in red. You’ll know when you see her,’ he read the text over again, engraving it to memory. What the hell kind of warning was that? This was a night club. Most of the people in attendance were wearing variations of red. Especially since the color palette of the place was red, black, and gold.

Sighing, Everett makes his way to the bar to get a glass of water. And sure enough, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he noticed a woman in a red dress sitting at the bar. ‘This is gonna be fun,’ he thought as he signaled the bar tender. “Just a glass of water, please.” The guy nodded, gathering some ice in a plastic cup before filling it with water and placing it on a napkin in front of Everett.

When the guy walked away to attend to other customers, Everett heard a chuckle from the lady, who’s face was hidden behind a book.

That’s odd…who would bring a book to a night club? Surely the music was way to loud for her to concentrate.

He had just read the title of the novel, ‘The Spy Who Came in From The Cold,’ by John le Carré, when she spoke.

“On the clock?”

Everett tilted his head in confusion, “I’m sorry?” He watched as she closed the book, allowing her face to come into view before setting it face up on the surface of the bar. Everett nearly faltered. She was stunning, with lips painted the same color as her outfit—which no doubt looked designer to go with the shiny Rolex on her wrist and diamond choker to match her earrings.

“I asked if you’re on the clock?” She repeated with a smirk. When it appeared that he still didn’t get it the woman continued. “You come here, alone, and order just a glass of water—surely because you know it’s not appropriate to be under the influence given you are here for work and not pleasure.” He didn’t know how she knew that. Now the agent was suspicious of the beautiful woman.

“You’re wearing a 5-piece suit,” she gives him a look over before gesturing her head to the side, “And if you notice in the VIP section the men there are wearing the same, but like you they are here to do business, not enjoy the entertainment of the dancers or girls throwing themselves at them. Everyone here who wants to have a good time is wearing clothing fit for a night club.”

She leans closer a tad, Everett feeling a bit flustered by the proximity. “In the thirty seconds it took for the bartender to make your ice water you checked your phone three times and checked your surroundings twice that—as though you are in search of something….or someone.” He swore his heart skipped. She had to be the person he was to meet. The look on his face must’ve told her what he was thinking because she smirked and confirmed Everett’s suspicion, “Particularly a woman in red?”

Finding his voice, the agent took a step back to give them a few inches of space but enough for her to hear him over the music. “So you’re the one?”

“Am I?” She challenged, withdrawing a cigarette from a metal tin. Everett raised a brow, glancing at the ‘No Smoking’ sign that was literally behind the bar. The bartender didn’t even react as she lit the tobacco and leaned back in her chair. “What all have you heard, Silver Fox?”

Everett had to hold back a reaction at the nickname. “You sure you wanna discuss this right here. In the open?” She didn’t even seem fazed.

“I know when I have eyes on me, agent,” she smirked at the way he had to look over his shoulder at anyone who could’ve heard the title. She already had made it known there were men doing business not too far away. What kind of business? He had no idea, but the last thing he needed was his cover to be blown. “Like how I had your eyes on me as you approached this bar.” Now she got him, the man blushing at the fact he was caught.

“Well, you’re wearing red,” he pointed out the obvious. “And that was the only information I was given.”

“Keep telling yourself that, hot stuff,” she winked, bringing the cigarette to her mouth again.

Feeling warm, Everett adjusted the collar of his dress shirt, taking another glance around the club for prying eyes. It must’ve amused the spy, for she just gave a look that read, ‘Are you done?’

“Do you have it?”

“Have what?”

Now he was glaring, “I don’t have time for this, Miss….whoever you are.” That was the thing he read about in her file. Well if one could call it a file. It was literally blank. When asked what was the reason for her information/records erased, the answer he was given was, “She’s part of a retired operative program we used to fund. Those involved had their files wiped so they are completely under the grid. Ghosts, is the best word to describe them. They only make contact when necessary.”

So no name. No background. No identity.

She was a living ghost that walked the Earth.

Everett didn’t understand why now all of a sudden she was brought back into the light. But it must’ve been important because his boss was on the verge of a mental breakdown if they didn’t get whatever intel she had gathered. Whatever it was crucial to the agency and their allies. Quite possible could be the make or break of a possible World War.

“I don’t wanna be here longer than I have to. The deal was you give up whatever I need to have on me when I leave this place, and you get whatever was promised by Fontaine.”

“Aren’t you a peach, Agent Ross,” she laughed, not dismayed by his attitude. Obviously she’s had to deal with worse in her career—even her life. His blood ran cold at the fact she knew his name.

“You know about me?”

“Of course I do,” she tapped the cigarette against her compact astray. “You don’t think I do my research before I meet with potential enemies or allies. I know all about you, former Air Force pilot Everett K. Ross turned agent of the Central Intelligence Agency,” again Ross had to look around the club, “—including the fact you’re recently divorced from CIA Director, Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.” She watched his face fall at the mention of his ex-wife. “You’re also quite close to the royal family of Wakanda—but your peers at the CIA do not know, do they?” Thank God he wasn’t wearing a comm, it would’ve been too noticiable when going through security.

“What are you doing?” He questioned with a slight edge to his tone, willing himself to remain composed.

“My job,” she leaned forward, keeping the flirtatious smile on her lips. “You made the mistake of coming here in a suit. Now those guys I told you about probably think you’re here for matters other than trying to find a lady to warm your bed.” He blushed again, not liking the way his body was feeling when she brushed a finger against his tie. “And you ordered water, a tell tale sign you came here to remain sober,” she brought her half drank glance of whiskey to her lips, Ross noticing it for the first time.

“I’m trying to help you, Agent Ross,” her mouth moves closer to his ear, “you need to make it look like you’re here for another motive. Get them off your trail before they become too suspicious of you given this is your first time here and those guys are in that booth every weekend. They will figure it out if you don’t start putting on an Oscar worthy performance.” She places a hand on his chest, the other going to the back of his neck. “Put your hand on my lower back.” That had alarm bells go off in his head

“Why—?”

“Just do it now before the guy approaching the bar sees us.” Quickly his hand goes to her back, flinching when it makes contact with her skin. Now he remembered her dress had an open back, the material falling low just above her ass. God he must’ve looked ridiculous by his flustered state. Here he was with a beautiful woman in his arms having to make it look like they were about to make out right there.

“What I’m about to tell you cannot be repeated,” she keeps her mouth to his ear, feeling tighten his hold. “Promise me, Everett. I know you are hesitant to trust me—wouldn’t put it past Fontaine to warn you off about me and what I do, but there are things bigger than you and I happening around us so I need your word.”

Everett, feeling bold, starting lightly stroking his hand against her skin. “You have it.”

“I cannot say much for fear of it getting into the wrong hands, but you seem like a genuine man. And if what I read about you is true, then you would do anything to do the right thing even if it costs you.” She pulled away slightly to offer a light kiss to his cheek, mostly due to the fact the man in the suit was ordering a round and had eyed them.

“Fontaine’s got a little secret,” she felt him stiffen. “One I uncovered on my last assignment. One she wants to get rid of by offering me a very generous amount of money to hand over along with anything else I ask for. Did you ever notice a change in her behavior when she debriefed you?”

Everett thought for a moment, thinking back to hours before when he was in the meeting with Val and some other high ups in the agency. She seemed to be in distress, checking her phone and email every few minutes and questioning if they had heard anything new. “She seemed a bit more on edge than usually.”

“That’s because she’s scared of what I can do with this information. She knows if it gets out it’s all over for her,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, lightly swaying them to the music. “Ever since the Blip she’s has been scheming, plotting, gathering those she needs to get the work done.”

“What work?” Everette muttered, moving against her as she led them in a dance. “Who?”

“Everything you ought to know will be with you when we part ways tonight,” she assured. “You better come up though with an excuse as to why I didn’t give you it. Say I betrayed you—that I didn’t show up. Fontaine already gave me what I want so it would be believable. Don’t let her be suspicious of you when you do. Otherwise you could find yourself arrested for treason when the one who belongs behind bars is her.”

As though all the blood had drained from him, Everett tried to keep steady by what she was telling him. While part of him screamed to be suspicious, there was a deep feeling in his gut that she was being truthful. That Val was corrupt. It made the situation take a different turn with Everett’s mind racing on what to do. How the hell was he supposed to approach the subject when he was to meet with Val that night to hand over whatever it was the spy obtained.

“Don’t look to stiff, Ev,” she pulled him from his thoughts, pulling away once it was clear. The man in the suit had taken his drinks and returned to the VIP lounge. “Just stay with me a little longer and I’ll send you off. But I need to be reassured we have an understanding of each other. Yes?”

“I’ll throw them off your trail.”

“You mean your trail,” she corrects, doing nothing to ease his anxiety. “My road ends tonight once we depart. Remember, I am a ghost. You people only hear from me when I let myself be known. Once I go cold I’m only a rumor with no trace to lead you to me.” How fitting for her to use the word ‘cold’ as a spy, when the book she was reading when Ross arrived was ‘The Spy Who Came In From the Cold’.

Seeing his look of near disappointment, she smiles, “How about we give one last show to our little friends. I don’t think they’ve been convinced yet.” While he doesn’t glance to the booth, her expression is enough to indicate they were being looked at.

“How do you suppose we do that?”

She moves closer again, this time cupping his cheeks in her hands. “You trust me, Everett?” He could feel his heart pumping, warmth filling his veins, but nodded nonetheless. She wastes no time in connecting their lips.

The kiss is soft and tentative, the spy allowing him to take control if he wanted. Slowly he moves his mouth against hers, hands going to rest on her hips while she pushes against him. The music continues to blast, patrons moving around them to get to the bar and ignoring the fact they were making out. There was pretty much a couple on every corner of the club doing the same.

She pulls away after a few seconds, but offers another peck to his lips before taking a napkin to wipe at the lipstick residue. She gives a signal to the bar tender, telling him to close her tab before pulling out a lipstick tube from her small handbag.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Agent Ross,” she places the napkin on the counter beside his full water cup, not taking her eyes off of his. “I’m gonna go touch up my lipstick in the bathroom. Forgot my compact mirror when I was leaving—you know, in a rush. I hope to one day run into you again.”

“How will I hear from you?”

A smirk makes it’s way on her lips, face illuminated by the red strobe lights shining down from the ceiling. “You’ll know.”

He didn’t know what made him ask, knowing she wouldn’t tell him, but he did anyway. “Will you tell me your name?” Her eyes seemed to sparkle, a genuine smile appearing now on her expression.

“That’s classified,” She stepped forward, so their chests were pressed together. “Maybe one day I’ll tell you. Until then I shall leave you with his word of advice: sometimes objects are not what they seem, best to check them out before leaving them be. Good luck, Everett.” Stroking his cheek with her hand, she winks and moves past him in the direction of the bathroom.

He watched her go, disappearing in the crowd of patrons until she was no longer in his sights. The breath he’d been holding in finally escaped, the man bringing a hand to the bridge of his nose as his brain processed everything that had happened.

“You alright there, buddy?” The bartender asked, coming up to wipe the surface.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, looking over his shoulder again to see if he could find her. But he came up empty handed feeling another wave of disappointment. Then he became confused, and slightly angry when it crossed his mind that she didn’t give him the intel. She gave maybe a penny’s worth of information. All she did was accuse Val of something he had no proof of. “Dammit.”

She deceived him. Like the spy she was. No wonder she was so good at what she did.

“You sure, man? I mean you haven’t even touched that water I gave you a while ago.”

He really couldn’t care less about the water. Not when he was gonna have to deal with a shit show when he returned to the agency. Waving a hand, Everett started to turn so he could face the bartender. “Can I actually get a bourbon on the rocks—,” he cut himself off when his eyes landed on water cup.

More specifically the object next to water cup. A Mac lipstick tube. The one he saw her pull from her purse.

“You said bourbon? Any particular one?”

Unable to think straight, Everett rushed out, “A-anything on the top shelf.” When the guy walked off, Everett picked up the tube. Inspecting it upon first glance, it appeared to be a normal lipstick from Mac cosmetics with the shade sticker reading, ‘Ruby Woo’ which he assumed was the red color she was wearing that now stained his lips and the napkin.

She said she was going to touch up her lipstick….but left said product on the counter for him to find.

Everett now thought back to the riddle she told him, ‘Sometimes objects are not what they seem, best to check them out before leaving them be.’

“I wonder…” he said to himself, nodding when the bartender placed the glass of alcohol in front of him. Turning away so no one could see what his hands were doing under the bar countertop, Everett let his curiosity get the best of him and opened the tube. Then he twisted the bottom so the contents would appear.

It wasn’t the red color he would’ve expected from a makeup product. No, it wasn’t even a lipstick at all.

It was a hard-drive.

“Did you get it, Ross?” Val’s voice was calm, but he could tell she was worried. “Did she give it up like she promised?”

“We got a problem, Director Fontaine,” he spoke with mock frustration.

“And what would that be?”

Everett’s gaze focused on the computer screen, watching as files upon files appeared proving everything the woman in red told him. The drive sticking out of the random computer he bought solely for it as to not have his personal or work one hacked. This device would never be known to the agency and remain hidden until he could gather what was needed to expose the dirty laundry his ex-wife and current boss was trying to hide.

A chat box popped up in the corner of the screen. Red lettering glowed as more information surfaced behind the window. Everett felt himself smirk, speaking into the receiver, “It looks like your little friend decided to double-cross you. She never made her presence known.” As Val started to lose it on the other end of the phone, Everett read over the words staring back at him.

“Let the game begin, Silver Fox.”

#Spotify #everett ross x reader #everett ross imagine #everett k. ross #everett ross #everett ross fanfiction #martin freeman #avengers imagine #avengers fanfiction #spy!reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel imagine

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no1ryomafan · 4 months

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Very stupid getter thing I’m thinking about as it’s such a minor detail but my brain is circling around how color is used in the series, more specifically for the robot.

Color palettes for your badass giant robot mean everything but the color choices in Getter are *very* important as it was the first-and few-robots to have multiple different forms in one, and are all compromised of jets to make the robot.

The designs needed to be consistent with this aspect, having the Getters color palette use all three individual colors of the jets. What’s noteworthy about the colors used is the robots almost follow using the primary colors of red, blue and yellow, but the blue is swapped out for white. This was likely due to a better color balance, as while the primary colors would work if the robots weren’t individually joined but still a group, keeping in mind the concept of how they form from jets the blue would likely clash too much with red and yellow, where as white makes it all smoothly come together.

Nearly every Getter set since tries to follow this tradition of using red, white and yellow in there palettes, but aside from a few obvious exceptions for Getters that were meant to stick out-like Neo/Go, as that robot doesn't run on getter rays so the palette was changed drastically to reflect its nature-the most obvious example of a traditional Getter breaking this tradition and going for blue over white is Getter Robo G.

While each and every Getter has its own factors to stand out and differentiate itself, the G line for simply having one small color change really sets it apart. Especially with its OG design above, it’s hard to not notice its version of Getter Two (Liger) had a color change that affects the whole palette. So people either love or hate G for this, even if later takes of its design like Armageddon, try to tweak the colors to be more visually appealing by keeping it strictly to the main color of the respective jet. (This also carrying over for Shin Getter in the show)

But why do I mention any of this? Well I was in fact thinking about this regarding Arma and Getter 2, but less on the actual designs itself and more so a rather small yet likely intentional detail: How Kei is associated with the color blue before it’s even shown that she pilots Shin Liger. From her own promo art with Shin 2 having her being colored in blue despite Go and Gais colors being their respective robot, to her pilot suits having blue shoulder pads to match with Liger, which we see before the robot even appears. (Yes I’m using a SRW art instead of a show shot, just deal with it lol)

This is such a small detail but the team likely had probably a rough idea of what to do with Shin Dragon, so seeing them giving small hints to the viewer-albeit one has to see a art of this prior to know lol-before it even happens is pretty cool. Just goes to show how much insane detail Getter has across its series.

#meg text #getter robo armageddon #getter robo g #my first ramble of the year and it’s a fucking mess LOL #(I was tempted to delete it after until I looked at the time and went “I don’t wanna waste time like this”)#I do wanna make a more in depth post about the build up to go team piloting shin dragon but need my thoughts organized #by which I need to make a whole google doc for it (which I tried and deleted for some fucking reason bc I’m dumb)#hopefully it still in my deleted drafts but probably not (but I didn’t finish so eh)#rants aside my autistic brain was just thinking so hard about this because arma really like it’s pilot suit colors #I think about how ryomas team also has their scarves be the corresponding colors to their robots… love that #the go teams shoulder pads is a nice parallel to that but I like how between all pilots hayato and kei are the ones not to match #simply because liger stands out but that fits with kei so well because she’s the one pilot on the team who’s a girl #yet her suit is also white so it’s not like she doesn’t entirely not match with hayato lol

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gi-nathlam-hi · 1 year

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do you have any particular headcanon about elrond's cloak? it's so worn there are holes in it so obviously it has history and significance and I hope we'll get to know it in the show. and that pin - is it supposed to look like feanor's star?? I'm not sure how to feel about it if it is. I mean I get that elrond's fond of his kidnapper dads but still. or maybe it's earendil? like on that tapestry in lindon? I like that option better:)

HI HELLO

sorry it took me so long to get to this one! I assume we're talking about the teal/blue cloak which I have a lot of thoughts about. Thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble.

The production have all been very clear that they've hidden allusions to Elrond's heritage pretty much everywhere in his costuming, so I've spent a lot of time picking it apart and thinking about it. As far as his blue cloak goes I've seen the headcannon that it's either originally from numenor or possibly even used to belong to Elros, and while I like that idea for the Feels(tm) I don't think it holds up due to the fact that in this scene below, it seems to be a shared item among Gil-Galad's entourage.

The Cloak:

the cloaks the others are wearing aren't an exact match and seem significantly newer, so it's not guaranteed they're related (and may just be there for the scene's color palette), but considering how much work this show has put into the costuming across the board I don't think its insignificant that the fabric seems to be the exact same. Elrond kind of seems to almost be wearing his inside-out though? Anyway this leads me to think that it may simply be a signal of a specific function in Gil-Galad's court. I think these women may be pursuivants, which is the court position directly under herald. The position has a similar set of duties (cataloguing genealogies & lore, running diplomatic messages, issuing warrents, attending personally to the king, etc. etc.) but they just aren't as highly ranked.

That isn't a particularly exciting answer but it does offer an interesting clue as to how long Elrond has been a member of Gil-Galad's court/how old he might be. This hasn't been specifically mentioned yet but considering his "work cloak" seems old and worn we can infer he isn't brand new to his position of herald (further supported by how familiar he is with Gil-Galad/confident in asking for favors. They seem to know each other very well on a personal level and have rapport, even if Gil is being a cranky this season).

Being a kidnap fam enthusiast there is a lot of fun to be had with the fact that there is a giant Feanorian star on the back, which I personally like to imagine is a jab at everyone who might have qualms about Elrond's background. A big ol: "deal with it! I was kidnapped and fostered by Feanorians and NO that does not make me a traitor but also they are part of me & raised me & I don't hate them sorryyyy. However I am in fact very loyal to the king thank you very much and have no kinslaying urges" -- and also an interesting distancer from Earendil. HOWEVER the cirth on the cloak seems to read "Earendillion" so...

(which again, leads to fun headcannons about how much of this specific clothing item has the potential to be Elrond going 'yeah, I have a very messy and mixed background and I accept all parts of myself. deal with it' ... but that may just be wishful thinking on my part).

Everyone's been pretty up in arms about the usage of "Feanorian" stars across the costuming, but I've been examining Elvish heraldry recently and to be quite honest I don't think it's a Feanorian star specifically. It does look UNCANNILY like what all of us, as a fandom, have collectively decided Feanorian heraldry looks like, but despite what collective Silm fanon would have us believe, Feanor doesn't have a monopoly on the usage of eight pointed stars, and actually Feanor's heraldry looks like this:

sure, it's an eight pointed lozenge technically, but it looks nothing like the symbol the show is using -- and again, eight pointed stars are everywhere among the ruling noldorin houses because in Tolkien's heraldry 6-8 pointed stars simply signify royalty.

I wondered if maybe it's Earendil's sigil all over everywhere, but Earendil has a six pointed star, not an eight pointed star. So that rules out Earendil's heraldry.

Upon further digging the symbol the show's been using nearly universally looks a LOT more like Finarfin's sigil:

Which I find especially interesting considering Elrond wears it and Elros seems to have adopted it EVERYWHERE. Elros and Elrond are descended from the line of Fingolfin (via Turgon on Earendil's side), not Feanor or Finarfin, however the show has made a pretty big deal about their showcanon (headcannon????) of just how close Elrond and Galadriel are and how maternal she is toward him (to the point of possibly even raising him and Elros for a portion of their childhood depending on where you interpret the "beach event" to have happened in the timeline) so I'm wondering if this perhaps is another way to signal just how deep that affection and loyalty runs. That seems most likely to me.

The Pin:

The pin is another puzzle as it didn't seem to match with any of the major shapes. The four-point is unusual. Again, upon further digging, the only heraldry that uses a four pointed star with that really long tail is Gil-Galad's.

So my guess is that the cloak designates that he's in service to Gil-Galad as a member of the heraldric "division" for lack of a better term, and the pin is a sign of status of being in direct service to Gil-Galad as chief herald-at-arms.

Thank you for the ask!

#elrond #the rings of power #rings of power #trop #tolkien #costuming & production #elves #the silmarillion

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klvm0nn · 9 months

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can you tell us more about the monastery au :O

UPD: no longer relevant. New Attica lore post…anytime soon!

“You’re asking me about my AUs??? I’VE WAITED YEARS FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME ABOUT MY AUS!!!!!!!”

Honestly…I’m so honored and grateful for your interest!!!! Like thank you so much

TW! Mention of SA, violence and other Billy’s stuff. AND ALSO PLEASE CHECK ALT FOR TRANSLATION

I also want to apologize if my English negotiation skills are unsatisfying, I’m not a native speaker-

So, as I said earlier, my au is about Billy not being broken into a sorority house, but into a monastery. Although I changed his backstory and gave him certain motivation for killing girls, I tried to keep Billy’s personality and character cuz these funny things are the reason why we love him!:)

Backstory!

You know…Simping over a bastard who sexually assaulted his own little sister is kinda dubious if we talk about the 1974 black Christmas and the sister-daughter story is too nasty, speaking of the remake, so…

In my AU Billy is raised in a strict, religious and kinda poor family, as all the money go to the church. He is raised by his mother and a stepfather, who is actually guilty for the religious fanaticism in his family. Poor Billy was also molested as a child and teenager by saint fathers (i hope i called them right cuz I literally have no idea what name do they have…)

These conditions formed three things in Billy: love for rock and rebellion, hatred for religion and sociopathy.

Here’s a little chibi art I made a month ago for article, where I explained my setting’s lore! The article is in Russian tho, so unfortunately I can’t show it to you. CHECK ALT!!!

So, remember that part from remake where Billy was in asylum? The same thing happens here too, but why he got in there?

When Billy’s mother got pregnant by his stepfather, Billy was terrified. He really loved with all his heart the little tiny girl who was ready to see the world. The problem is, the world was too cruel. He didn’t want her to be molested, he didn’t want her to be pressured by strict rules of religion. So, one day, he made an attempt on the life of his stepfather. In any case, unsuccessful. He survived and Billy was sent to the asylum, from where he later escaped. After the runaway, Billy found his new home in the attic in one of the most big Canadian monastery.

With wounds on his heart from the duplicity of religions, since then he has taken revenge on the hypocritical nuns. He sent threats, made obscene calls, did nasty things, and even killed with impunity, until one day he was caught by a nun.

Who’s that girl?

The second main character! Her name is Martyr Efsevís! But everyone prefers call her Martha, as she’s not a martyr at all.

A long time ago, a nun lived in this monastery. One day an incubus came to her and defiled her. She bore him a child, who was Martha. This nun was expelled, but Marta herself was left in the monastery for education, as they wanted to raise a pious nun from her. Fun fact! Her color palette only contains black and white, these are her natural colors: white skin, black hair.

When she found out about Billy…She was charmed. Billy’s actions, manners, presence…Everything about him seemed like another world to her. She really wanted him to show her the world of darkness. The world that best suits her true nature. That's why she won’t tell anyone about him.

He was still worried and annoyed by her tho- their relationship will develop, but now he just hates her.

OOF. FINALLY.

It was really fun, but complicated. Hope I could handle the challenge to tell about them properly. I still a little bit worried cuz I think my description of Martha shows her like a Gacha demonic Mary Sue, BUT SHES NOT LIKE THAT I SWEAR😭😭😭 I’m also planning adding more side characters, so I’ll keep you in touch!

I ALSO REALLY WANT TO APOLOGIZE IF THIS POST IS TOO BIG!!! Still hope you enjoyed reading about these dummies! Love y’all❤️

#billy lenz #black christmas #black christmas 1974 #art #artwork #Black Christmas au #yippie someone is interested in my dummies #I’m so happy happy happy:3 #attica

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phospadparadscha · 16 days

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a non exhaustive list of things i love about tumblr that have made it the only Usable Social Media(tm), as someone who follows the maximum amount (5000) of people and has seen it All:

-the tags. every othere sm requires tags to be uninterrupted, no spaces phrases and you can write full fucking novels in the tags on tumblr. this created a completely new ecosystem for how conversations and posts are structured on here. ppl post screenshots of tags, mention previous tags, encourage other people's writing and art in the tags, all while avoiding cluttering the original post's text with every reblog when you want to comment. you can make hushed commentary that sometimes gets noticed and adds a lot to posts when its picked up on!

-the ask system. we used to have fan mail on this site a few years ago but i don't know that it was as successful, so the ask and submissions system became the main way to go. its not as common to have themed ask blogs anymore (like "ask rainbow dash" where people draw responses, i've had a few of these kinds of blogs in the past) but it really allows people to acknowledge each other, get questions answered, and interact in a way i think is really missing from the internet in the late 2020s. its abused sometimes and anon hate still shows up on this site, but i think the culture has changed noticeably in that this kind of hate is brushed off more easily in most cases.

-the longevity of posts and how everything is archived. its so much easier to find old posts on tumblr than other places and you can sort archives of people's blogs based on a lot of different types, like photos only or text only, years posted, etc. really cool especially for looking back on your blog through the years and in the age of the New Posts Only its really refreshing to be able to revisit old posts. I see posts on here that show up from 2012 and its such a pleasant surprise since so much of the internet is being overwritten

- the absurdly customizeable color palettes and appearances of the site. its so customizeable and even though desktop blog sites aren't as common of a way to interact anymore (i miss them rip blogs with no desktop versions) you can literally edit the css and html and show your own personal aesthetics as much as you want to.

-the april fool's day rebrands

-the art is so good and photosets allow for longform posts which i never see ANYWHERE else on social media. you can post like up to 30 images in a photo set i think??? which was increased from i think max 10 and its all consecutive. also that we have a read more button to give people the option to choose to open long posts or not.

-the id system. i've seen a lot of people id posts and make posts more accessible. also people providing trigger warnings which you don't get other places tbh like i've never seen anywhere online where you could straight up choose what you didn't want to see so you don't have to encounter it in the wild! its really nice especially for someone like me who has several phobias lol

i could keep going but like.....i love you tumblr as someone who has been here for literally over a decade.

#tumblr #text #if tumblr dies i dies

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abeinginsand · 1 year

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:D Hi Countless! How about 2, 3, 7, 9, and 31 for Sparrow!

Heya Baba!! :] Thank you for letting me ramble about Sparrow once again hehe 2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

Hm, strongest thought that comes to mind is that Sparrow loves his family (especially his kids) so very much, more than himself even. Also related, Sparrow and Rebecca having Normal as an accidental pregnancy isn't something awful. Maybe I feel strongly about this because...I was an accidental baby myself? But it kinda bums me out how harsh some folks on here were being about the reveal. Unplanned does not automatically equal unloved or unwanted is all I'm trying to say I guess.

3. Obscure headcanon Sparrow has always loved playing with his food, often using the edible materials to make mini food towers or little scenes or expressions. With drinks, he likes to mix them a lot to see the colors change or to making silly shaped stains on available napkins/his clothes/other material. As an adult, he still does this--just at home or when he's relaxing in the woods/park during a break (with picnic basket). Yes, he is one of those people who will press every drink machine option to get a little of each flavor in the cup. When he was little and left alone with other people's food plates, he'd start making art out of them too! He would then pretend he didn't do anything when the person returned and watch to see the reactions. He convinced a few of his elementary school classmates the school was haunted this way. 7. Age/height/weight headcanon So I think all the kiddads are in their 30s in s2, I assume Sparrow and Lark are 35? 10 in s1 and 25 years past... speaking of years, was listening to the uncut of s2 ep 1 yesterday and one of the things cut was Anthony saying it might be 30 years instead of 25. Height wise, I think Sparrow is like 5'9 and Lark's 6'. Sparrow closes his eyes to the truth and says he is 6' anyway (even now he still likes to match in some ways). Also, Rebecca is taller than them at 6'2. I don't have any specific weight hcs outside of Sparrow probably isn't that toned compared to Lark due to different fighting styles (hand-to hand combat heavy Lark vs Long distance caster Sparrow). Still skilled in hand-to-hand combat though when necessary. 9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character In the first ep, when Sparrow proudly talks about his doodler mascot design and also mentioned trying better next time about setting fires at the school haha. (I interpreted that last bit to be Sparrow talking at least, may be remembering wrong). The twins introduction in general seemed so fittingly chaotic as young kid characters. Kids will do the most unusual stuff (ex. being a menace to trees) simply because...why not! seems fun! I adore the whimsy and also understand Henry's frustration and concern about their actions too. 31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like? Chaosflower as the username, probably says "a beloved wolf" in the little blog descriptor along with whatever pronouns he's feeling that week. It would look pretty and/or cool palette wise with this night sky banner that has stars, a bright moon, various soft glowing flowers, and wolves walking along the path. Which looks normal etc UNTIL you zoom in and sees the skulls and debris laying in the sand and that some of the wolves have suspiciously reddish fur and glistening teeth. Also the banner has fake constellations that make various shapes...probably characters from shows/books/podcasts etc that he likes. He is so thrilled whenever someone sends in an ask commenting on the banner and is just waiting for the opportunity to explain in great detail all the info he put into it from the setting, the wolf names, to the meaning of each flower type. He also has a wolf icon--actual picture of a wolf with a pink rose on its head and what seems to be the unfocused image of a person (probs a teen) high-fiving the wolf. He wild shaped, posed, turned back into normal self and posed on the other side, stitched the image together. Its an art blog mainly where he posts fanart including animatics and lots of silly memes probably (<-- based on the artist Sparrow hcs from the bonding with Taylor idea). I think he speaks a lot of Spanish daily (with family atleast) but mostly writes in English for school work etc. So he enjoys writing at least half of his tumblr posts in Spanish or with a mix of both languages. Probably makes wolf drawing tutorials sometimes, and of course he has a wolfsona of his own.

#sparrow oak garcia #sparrow oak #dndads #dndads s2 #dndads headcanon #abeinginsand talk tag #ask meme #abeinginsand writing tag

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sapphicwritergal · 2 years

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Lucy Heartfilia In My AU

Polyamorus! GraTsuLu, I just want it, didn't mention just to keep the toxic piece of the fandom away, sadly there are toxic people out there that can't respect a ship to save their lives.

Lucy has a closet full of clothes with a pretty normal color palette, white which means happy in her opinion, yellow is a color that represents happiness but since she's a blonde, she has enough of that. Blue represents her being civil or normal at least, brown just goes with the outfit, no real meaning💀 Pink represents Lucy's feelings that spill out, that's when she wears it the most in my opinion and she won't even realize it, Orange goes with her hair and cream colored garments just go with her.

When it comes to money, Lucy has it, sorry no more dumb ass running gag of Lucy not having enough rent and after her first few jobs with Natsu, she realizes that this mf is pure destruction so she goes on normal jobs alone, Natsu goes on his jobs and does what he has to do because Natsu is destructive so he works away from civilization, he may be a dumbass but not fully.

Lucy helps with decoration and planning, other times she does jobs that really help out Natsu and Gray, Erza comes along with her sometimes since she views Lucy as a good friend (I'm not saying sister after I thought about it, it just didn't sit right with me since ErLu is a good ship too, but Erza isn't within the relationship triangle)

Lucy has muscles, not muscles to where you can define that she has them, but you can still see them and she has no issue to her she sees as her getting stronger as a wizard.

Virgo is one of her left hand women, alongside Aquarius, Virgo isn't only a maid but she has class and elegance as to why she and Capricorn get along as Earth dwellers, even if this isn't about Virgo, I'm going to be honest Virgo's constant ask for punishment unnerves me, and the maiden doesn't have to be a maid, maiden can referred to a woman, but I won't change too much, Virgo looks like herself but she's more reserved and helpful, getting angry isn't worth and she just fights, Tag team CAP & VIRGO, team full of elegance and earthly energy, they also have big meals.

When it comes to Natsu and Gray, she loves them both unconditionally, she and Gray are the brainier ones in the group, where as they get each other's sarcasm and flirt, Natsu saves her and she saves him, Natsu is thankful for Lucy being around and helping him read better job than Erza, Happy is fond Lucy even if he does act a bit dramatic about it, in a dumb way. (Yeah in the manga, Lucy could be encouraging Happy to do his best and he took it as an offense💀 I swear.)

Aries is a ram, so she's a bit aggressive, that sweet and roses shit doesn't suit an Aries too well considering this zodiac spirit is a personification of Aries, and Rams aren't the kindest and so Aries has normal clothes but has wool on her jacket, which isn't everywhere.

Leo is Loke, Loke is Leo. I hate his eclipse form even if Loke does look cooler, it wasn't giving flirtatious, playboy it was giving Mufasa who went downhill. Literally💀.

Taurus was set straight by Capricorn after he got back from being possessed by Zoldeo, and Taurus has never been the perverted individual since all though he does gawk a bit, never all the time.

Libra and Pisces were done dirty, especially Ophiuchus who was deemed and I quote by Lucy, "Apparently that key belongs to a celestial spirit that's stronger than all the zodiacs." only for the mystical purple mist to come from the pits of hell and let the iron snake try intimidate Kagura and in the process get sliced, like... Uh?????? Did the batteries get fried oRR???

Cancer being a stylist is unique, I like that but these people are gentle- nvm, I mean sensitive in a way, and passionate and determined do I have to hear this mf say, "Baby." Everytime he BREATHES??

Fairy Tail Sagittarius is a weak example of one, I don't care HOW Mashima decided to do this but did he think carefully about the zodiacs he was dealing with, like?? I'm not one, the representation just felt a bit off, if he was going to make Sagittarius a sensible person at least have moments where Sag, snaps.

#fairy tail #lucy heartifilla #natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #gratsulu #gratsu #graylu #NaLu #erza scarlet #Creating a tag dedicated to the small series I'm making with this #Monet's Fairy Tail Au #zodiacs #astrology

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astraltrickster · 10 months

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Tbh that shit I was ranting about in the tags of that one post, about why I feel alienated from artist communities online, is a huge part of why I hate the way the word "entitlement" (derogatory) has no set meaning

Because on the one hand, in fandom spaces especially, there are a lot of people who act...for lack of a better term, super fucking entitled to an endless stream of free content that caters to their exact specific tastes and get really pissy if you dare to create anything for YOURSELF rather than for THEM and excuse you how DARE you make an AU or have a different headcanon--

On the other hand, holy fucking shit, online artist communities...I've been in and out of them for over a decade and the level of drama and blatant hypocrisy I've seen is off the fucking charts. Love how many FANartists are so aggressive about copyright that they'll accuse someone of stealing their OC for having a vaguely similar and very common color palette. Who will talk about all their influences and then stick "DO NOT TAKE INSPIRATION FROM MY WORK" on their profiles - and that's not hyperbole, I've seen it, verbatim! If I had a dollar for every fucking artist I've seen who thought they were the sole true owner of an extremely generic composition...well, I'd definitely have a nice set of ring splints by now. Dare I even mention the omegaverse lawsuit?

And the thing is, the people who take these attitudes to these extremes are a tiny, TINY minority - but...they're loud enough to have an impact on others. Even if it's not to such an extreme as "I can't believe I have to stop my pirated movie marathon to file another DMCA, how could this person really think they could get away with it, an OC with blue hair and angel wings is MY idea!" there's still a pervasive attitude of "copyright maximalism for me, but minimalism for everyone I can argue is Bigger than me" that really goes unquestioned in a lot of these spaces. Similarly, between that horrible loud minority in fandom and corporate Astroturfing fandom spaces, it really feels like a lot of non-fanartists see fanart as being part of the actual canon, that just springs forth fully formed from the ether, even in spaces where people...nominally know better

So some people will treat hobby art like a side hustle in the sense of "well with the state of the economy today everyone could use more security so if you're gonna act like I'm here to provide YOU a service, fuck off, pay me" which is honestly totally fair, and some will just be hopeful that people will be generous toward people who make them happy but not have any expectations or demands thereof which is also cool, and some will sell actual goods and services which is totally fine, and some people will press the fact that if you want other people to make fan work that caters to you personally then commissioning them will be a lot more effective than just complaining that you're right and they're wrong and just generally being a giant penis, which is also completely true and fair, but others will indeed have every ounce of leftism just leave their bodies when you point out that drawing blorbo from your shows doesn't make them uniquely MORE deserving of survival than anyone else/that the people they're complaining about "stealing [their] jobs" and even the "lazy consumers" need to eat too, or ask them to examine their beliefs about IP law for internal consistency and stop equating legality to morality whenever it benefits them, or even just come up with a meaningful set of standards for what constitutes small enough to be "sacred" vs. big enough that derivative work is inevitable (ask me about what I call the Mario Kart model of copyright, that I propose until art is no longer a Market under capitalism)

And some people will be critical of the Patreon/Ko-fi/etc. economy and the flaws of the culture in online artist spaces for those reasons...but others will be critical of it because they're really really mad that those uppity snobs don't know their place and need to just make pretty things for them to mindlessly consume without even so much as a moment of basic human connection beyond hitting a button, or that they themselves aren't popular enough on the internet to get any kind of mutual aid...in the kind of way where they'd throw everyone like themselves under the bus just as hard if their own internet identity became Marketable enough; the problem isn't that PEOPLE in general get left out of this "merit"-based model but the fact that THEY PERSONALLY do

And all of the above will call some or all of the attitudes across the gap "entitled" and from that word there's no way to fucking tell whether the complaint is rational or not

And it's honestly one of my least favorite things about internet culture

#art talk #internet culture #serious tag

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kayleerowena · 2 years

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Hello! Been following your work for awhile! It's sooo good and I'm so happy the kickstarter went well!! May I ask a cheeky question? How do you choose your colors? What are those tints you give your art sometimes? Do you have any advice on coloring?

hi, thank you so much!! choosing colors is always one of the hardest (but most challenging) bits for me; i loooove seeing a good palette come together, but sometimes it takes some work for it to get there.

i'm putting this under a read-more since it's sort of long! i'm by no means an expert, but i hope this helps!

some things i do are:

find art or photos whos palettes you like! think about why those palettes appeal to you — is it the balance of light and dark, warm and cool, etc? when i'm drawing a haunted house, i usually have an extra photoshop document open next to the drawing where i can have the photos of the house and any inspiration pictures i find.

here's an example of what that might look like! (credits for the art here: orange sky, cornfield, church at the bottom. you can also see that i went in with a curves layer over some of the reference pictures here to give them more of the vibe i wanted for this specific piece!) this was my references sheet for this house!

i also find it really helpful to abstract any color references i have — it makes it way easier to see the relationships between the colors without getting bogged down in the details of what the picture is actually of. to do this in photoshop, i go to filter > pixelate > crystallize, and make sure to set the crystals pretty large. i end up with something like this!

generally, i like to pick one or two colors to build a piece around and go from there. the above piece was orange, my most recent one was a pinkish-purple and the blue of the house, etc.

also, don't feel like you have to get colors right on the first try. i usually lay down some basic colors just to get the relationships right, and then either fine tune them by going in with the replace color function (image > adjustments > replace color) or adding a curves adjustment layer on top. that can really make a difference in making something feel more cohesive!

this is my most recent house before and after i added adjustment layers (shadows, curves, etc). i almost always have at least one curves layer on top of any given piece, if not several. i find those really helpful to edit palettes without having to change each color individually!

also, the tints you mean are probably "photo filter" adjustment layers! i like playing around with those to bring the colors together and give them all the same vibe at the end of a piece. i usually keep the opacity on those pretty low (on this one, the violet photo filter layer is at 20%), but i like them a lot as a finishing touch.

generally, i think my main advice is to study the colors of art you like! (and art you don't like, too! if you look at a piece and immediately hate the colors, try to figure out what about them doesn't work for you).

when i started trying to improve at color palettes a couple years ago, i brought about 50 drawings from other artists whose colors i liked into one massive photoshop document, did the crystallize technique i mentioned above, and made a bunch of color swatches from it.

i don't usually use those swatches anymore, but i do think that can be a really good jumping off point for figuring out what kind of colors you enjoy working with! you can definitely see the influence of this palette in a lot of my work from a couple years ago.

please note that this is just what works for me and what i've found helpful; your mileage may vary, and i know a lot of people have different methods for coloring, so this isn't one size fits all advice by any means. but hopefully it's at least a little bit helpful!

i hope you have a nice day!! <3

#hihereami #answered #kaylee.txt #art advice

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basslinegrave · 1 year

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everytime i see ling tongs dw9 design i feel like i won in the lottery cuz his design is so good i love it so much. long rant cringe incoming

it has dw5 vibes but more evolved and the colors go so hard too... and i like how its slimmer overall which fits his weapon (much more than 8 fit the 3 section staff, i love that outfit too cuz it looks so cozy and warm and hes toasty in his scarf and sweater paws. but it doesnt fit his move set using his legs it feels too bulky for that like getting in the way?) the other outfit i didnt like much (the colors clash so much like the pink green purple and dark blue? :/ bad palette) but then the samurai armor dlc was so good (and matching with gan nings which added 3 more years to my life. like when i saw the list before the release i was pogging when i saw that they both have a different description from others but same between each another)

i was so worried before the dw9 design reveals cuz theres always some letdowns and i was fully bracing for them to cut his hair short or come up with something not fitting him like the dw7 draft.. but those madmen made his hair twice as long i was winning and the outfit was an instant fave like my most fav was 8 then i just immediately pushed it aside. make room for 9 this is the best

i wonder what they cook up for 10 if its coming, if and when its coming..., i hope they introduce alternates/dlc too cuz more designs more fun.. i just dont know what they could do next so im just gonna hope it wont be shite but like i think i would live if they changed up his hair but its like some characters can go thru big changes but others have a more singular look so its just about lenght here. his ponytail is so cute i want them to keep it 😭 i also think if they changed his weapon they would probably be inclined to go with the armor-y look they drafted before which doesnt fit much imo, id rather have something similar to the current design but maybe with wider sleeves thats cute, and fingerless gloves!!!! please. and the long hair with middle part or side part im praying 🙏🧎

also i gotta mention gan ning here cuz he went thru a few hairstyles and i gotta say it was also a letdown that while they just reused his dw8 hair for 9, they cut off his mullet! which is my most fave thing! especially how its slightly darker at the longest part.. like man... cant have shit in the three kingdoms (i joke that what they cut off they gave to ling tong [insert after surgery meme wheres gan ning? who do you think gave you the extra hair])

but like for him idc what color or style they do, like surprise me but give him a mullet its funney and give him earrings/piercings and more bells. thats my base in the pyramid of needs like idk why they went with just one bell in the final design since the drafts had more (and also a really cool hairstyle) also remove the stupidass feathers (its nice in 8 kinda cuz more subtle and still keeps the feathers included somehow but i also loved how they just pinned them to his butt in 7 and also how over the top it was in 6 though those are like rooster feathers not goose lmaobut also idk where i read about him being connected to crows so its nice theyre black. also thinking about how one artist used to just draw him without them. boss move. and how sometimes they dont load in 9 in game like the console also hates them lmao)

#nobody read this #i would have spammed this to my friend but this is a better dump #thoughts are being thunk #long rant #dw #prompted by some comments i saw that made me compare the designs again #figured out i dont have a single fave for kannei like 8 is the best i guess but its still not it. like on a tierlist its at A but nothing #is at S tier rn #8 and 4 are A tier 9 7 B tier (7 more B+) 5 6 C tier pre-4 are mid so like D or lower #ryoto we got. 9 at S+ tier 5 S tier 8 A+ tier 7 A tier (even tho i used to hate it) 6 B or C tier

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