#I am colorblind yes but am I THAT colorblind

[stepbackattack]

The League of Evil Exes: He will outlast you.

[jadewritesficshere]

The boy is mine (Jade's edition)

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie has a plan for a romantic night, but things go awry (2k words)

Contents: Anxiety, Eddie is self deprecating, hurt/comfort (kinda), no gendered terms for reader except mention that their hand is smaller then Eddie's and reader is called beautiful, a literal fire (please look up fire safety), fluff

A/N: So I saw this the first day it was posted and I thought it was a fun idea and saved the prompt by @carolmunson. I've been writing this for a bit,, but like I have had such bad mental fog and generalized pain recently I have been having a hard time focusing...I think I kind of misinterpreted the rules a bit...so here is sad lump of a contribution. Call me Stitch the way I am telling myself "it may be little and broken but still good".

18+ only

The night had started well, at least Eddie thought it had. He promised you a romantic night in. He even prepped for it.

Eddie rented sappy love movies, getting advice by Harrington and Buckley surprisingly. Harrington stated flowers were the way to go, but then started arguing with Buckley. While entertaining, Eddie learned more about the languages of romance from Buckley then he did about romantic gifts. But he wrote down to get flowers.

So he watched the movies. And Eddie was high paid a lot of attention and basically learned to make a grand speech. Big pour out your heart moment. Which, he felt he always talked your ear off, so he could totally do.

Eddie then read those magazines all the cheerleaders gossiped and giggled over. He didn't learn much except some tips for the best kiss. Cup the person's cheek and lean in slowly. Build the suspense. Eddie could do that.

Give you flowers. Make a speech. Cup your cheek as he kisses you. Eddie had this in the bag! Each point written in his little notebook.

And then the reality of you coming to his trailer hit him when you called to confirm the date was still on that morning. He hung up the phone after flirting a bit and looked around his house. Nerves flooded his system as he looked at it with the perspective of an outsider. He didn't want it to look bad. And it was, well, it wasn't bad but definitely could be cleaner.

So Eddie had vacuumed and dusted the entire trailer. Tossed empty pizza boxes in the trash. Sprayed some cologne around the trailer to cover the scent of weed, then cursed himself for using the expensive cologne when there was a bottle of air freshener in the bathroom.

Had picked up his clothes scattered across his room and shoved them all, clean and dirty, into the closet. Had made sure his bed had more then one pillow, grabbing spare throw pillows and tossing them towards the headboard. Even if he didn't think there was a chance you would enter his bedroom tonight, he wanted to be prepared.

Eddie had even started dinner before you arrived. An easy roast that Wayne had made hundreds of times. Thrown meat, potatoes, onions, and carrots into the pot, seasoned it and thrown it all in the oven.

It was newer, this thing between you, and he wanted to get it all right. You'd been friends for years, just recently evolved into dating. It was easy to hold your hand and throw an arm around your shoulder before, stealing those small intimate moments and pretending it meant something more. But now it does mean more. Truly, it always had, but neither of you had said anything. Because like usual, Eddie was the coward and ran.

He spent what felt like minutes (it had been hours) looking back at the notes, the plan. He had even sketched some pictures of you and him as he studied. Gave himself some sweet new tattoos and piercings and muscles while you had hearts around your head. By the time he stopped rereading the same points over and over again, he realized you would be there within the hour.

And he already failed the first point, flowers. It had completely spaced him what with the studying, but he had other things he had been wanting to give you so he figured he could wing it. He rehearsed everything in his mind, having various conversations with you. He would take your coat, be charming as ever, and you would fall for him even more then you already had.

But the plan immediately left his mind when you had arrived. Eddie could feel his face flush as his eyes trailed up and down your figure. All the rushing thoughts in his head suddenly stopped. All he could think was Damn, how'd I get so lucky?

"You're beautiful." Eddie mumbled in awe as you had shrugged off your coat. And then you smiled and Eddie realized he had messed up the plan. He thought he had went through every variable but he hadn't. It wasn't you that was going to fall more in love with him tonight, but Eddie was going to fall more in love with you.

Eddie twirled a piece of hair around his finger, unable to meet your eyes. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his palms were begin to sweat. He couldn't help but shift from foot to foot. "Oh I uh....got you something," Eddie smiled and turned to leave before hesitating and motioning to the couch," You can uh sit...or stand, standing is good too! I'll be right back."

Eddie cursed himself the whole time he walked away because of how stupid he was. He could stage elaborate campaigns but couldn't seem to form a single sentence in your presence. Eddie grabbed the gift off his dresser and inhaled slowly, mentally yelling at himself to be cool for once in his life.

And faltered in his steps.

Because you were sat on the couch. Not just on the edge of the cushion like those who he dealt to who couldn't wait to get out of his presence. No, you were fully relaxed into the cushion. You looked comfortable. You looked like you belonged.

And Eddie couldn't squash the butterflies that took flight in his stomach. And he sat on the cushion next to you, fighting the urge to wrap you in his arms and hold you close.

"I got you this," Eddie declared as he handed you a rock. A small, smooth stone that fit in the palm of your hand. Your mouth parted but no words came out. Eddie bit his lip as you slowly turned the stone over in your hands, staring at it.

"I saw it and I thought, well, I thought of you and it matches your eyes and-" Eddie huffed out a laugh and shook his head," Sorry, it's stupid just give it back."

Eddie moved to grab it out of your hand but you slapped at his arm and clenched the stone in your hand. "No, it's mine!" You held your hand to your chest and glared at him. "It's stupid," Eddie looked down. "It is not." "It is!"

"Are you serious? If you don't stop we're gonna have a problem. This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me." You beamed at him. Joy and adoration written clearly across your face. Eddie slowly grinned back as you dared to open your palm and look at the stone again. "My precious," you wiggled your eyebrows at him, making him bark out a laugh as he relaxed.

"Let's save a ring for a later date." He joked, even as his mind raced. You quoted Lord of the Rings! You were sitting on his couch holding a rock he thought was the same shade as your eyes and you liked it!! He was done for. Completely head over heels fallen for you. Said he would never marry yet here he was planning his vows and everything.

"Seriously, Eddie, this is so sweet." Your hand grasped his. Your hand was smaller then his, fitting perfectly. Fingers interlocked hesitantly and then more surely. Eddie's eyes fell to your lips. Your tongue darted out slightly and wet them. And he started to lean in.

The air was thick, and not just with the tension, the anticipation. Your lips were milliseconds to coming in contact with his when Eddie's nose twitched as he caught a familiar scent. Your lips landed on Eddie's cheek as he turned so quickly to face the kitchen he gave himself whiplash.

Thick smoke started to waft out of the room. "Oh fuck!" He jumped up as the smoke detector finally started doing its job and screeched out an annoying beep. Eddie ran into the kitchen with you hot on his heels.

Eddie opened the oven door, smoke billowing out," SHITshitshit-" Eddie cursed as he slammed the door shut, coughing slightly. Your hand reached past him to shut off the oven before darting over to the window and throwing it open.

Eddie's eyes darted to the sink below the window. Stop, drop, and roll- wait no that was if you were on fire. But water beats fire in almost every scenario, right? Except oil, shit did he add oil? No, he didn't add anything except the food and the seasoning so it should all be good right?

"Stand back!" Eddie yells over the screeching alarm. Grabbing the pot holders, he throws the oven door open. Smoke billows past him as he makes a mad dash for the pot, grasping the handles and throwing it in the sink. He throws the faucet on, water pouring over the burnt food and pot.

Steam billows up with smoke, mingling in the air before flowing out the window. A hissing sound from the cool water hitting the hot pot fills the air. You fan the flames towards the open window. "Oh fuck." You cough as your eyes fill with tears from the smoke. Eddie winces as flurried apologies fall from his lips.

The pot, not on fire at least, starts to lessen up on producing smoke. Eddie deems it safe to leave and grabs your hand, dragging you outside. His hands on your shoulders guide you to sit on the steps as you continue to intermittently cough. Eddie rushes back into the kitchen, double checking that the oven was off, and quickly grabs a mug holding it under the still running faucet.

Eddie rushes back outside to you, almost missing the step and face planting. And wouldn't that have been the icing on the cake. Would that make Eddie or the embarrassment of faceplanting be the vanilla frosting? Who even created that saying? Cake was good and this was not good. Eddie shook his head of these thoughts as he sank down on the step next to you.

Eddie hands you the mug of water. You drink it in big gulps, a small dribble of water falling out of the side of your mouth towards your chin. Eddie wipes it away with his thumb as he apologizes," I am so sorry, I don't even know what happened."

"Is this Garfield?" You peer at the mug, as if Eddie almost didn't kill you. "Uh yeah, was in a rush, sorry I didn't grab like a nicer cup. I just ran out...to you..." "Don't apologize, I like Garfield," you mumble taking another drink of the water.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks, hands running up and down your shoulders, eyes checking you over. "Think I hacked up a lung from all the smoke...," you rub your sternum," Man, my lungs do not like smoke...and you like that?" Eddie let out a nervous laugh," Yeah no sorry, only when its weed. Never really inhaled a straight fire before."

You look up into Eddie's eyes that are full of concern. "Well, I'd recommend like not doing that. But I'm okay, it startled me more then anything," You give a soft smile. "You sure?" "Positive." You knock his shoulder with yours.

Eddie's eyes search your figure, ensuring you aren't lying to him. You ignore him, opting to set the mug down on the ground. Fingers brushing against a dandelion, yellow and bright. You pluck it from the ground and twirl it between your fingers.

You're okay. You're holding a dandelion and you're okay. You aren't acting like you hate him. You aren't making excuses and leaving. You aren't leaving like everyone else-

Eddie's shoulders relax as the tension leaves his body. You're okay. Your relationship is okay. He didn't ruin everything. You're smiling at a fucking dandelion while his heart feels like it has run a marathon.

You're oblivious to his plight as you lean over and tuck the dandelion behind his ear," Maybe don't smoke that. Looks pretty on you." "Not that kind of weed." "Yeah dumb joke sorry."

A slow exhale escapes him as he shakes his head,"No it's good I'm just," Eddie waves his hand in front of him," like what the fuck just happened? I am never cooking again. I'll just take you to Enzo's. I fucked up. Sorry for ruining the date."

Your hand cupped his cheek as you ducked down to meet his eyes," Hey, no. You didn't ruin the date." Eddie rolls his eyes slightly," Almost killing you? Yeah, pretty sure i ruined it." You bump your knee against Eddie's, "it's not ruined and you didn't almost kill me. Small food fire, happens to everyone. I lit popcorn on fire once. Besides, if you did happen to kill me, at least I would have died happy and in love. And you'd be stuck with me cause ghost me is absolutely haunting you."

Eddie can't help but laugh slightly," Oh? You think you'd be a ghost and not get another chance at life? Be reincarnated or whatever?" "Well, even if I was reincarnated, I'd find you again."

Eddie scoffs, "C'mon, don't say that.. That's not even true, you'd totally be able to move on. You wouldn't need little old me." You grab his face and peer into his eyes," Eddie Munson, I will always need you. In this life and whatever happens after. You and me? We're it. Maybe it should be too soon to say, but I feel it in my bones. You're it for me Eddie. Together now, forever, and when everything ceases to exist we'll be in nothing together. I will always be with you because I will always love you."

You lean in and Eddie thinks his heart stops. Your hand holding his cheek in place, thumb lightly brushing back and forth. His eyes flutter shut as your lips finally touch his. It was soft and sweet, lips slowly parting and melding together in a dance that sent shivers down Eddie's spine. He sighed into the kiss as you leaned closer into each other. Your hands threading through his hair, his wrapping around your waist. Lips moving in tandem, tongues darting out tentatively.

You only part when you both are gasping for air. Soft smiles and longing glances shared as the sun sets. "I love you too." Eddie traces your cheekbone with his finger. "You better." You joke. Your combined giggles fill the air as you continue to steal kisses from each other.

The night may not have been the most romantic. Or gone to plan, like, at all. But it was one Eddie already knew that when he thought about he would be able to feel his heart swell with love. And as he kissed you Eddie thought, yeah you were it for him.

[artfight]

am i going crazy or did y'all change the seafoam color??

Yes, we have! The previous colors were causing issues for those with colorblindness, so we've opted to alter them for accessibility.

[kajaono]

Remeber this headline?

This was when Netflix Persuasion dropped and i already hated the headline back then (thanks for nothing NYT). But now that I am watching Sense & Sensibility 2024 by HALLMARK (for gods sake!) I hate it even more.

The two best Austen adaptations we had recently were Fire Island

A modern PP adaptation featuring Darcy and Lizzie as gay asian men.

And yes, the Hallmark version of Sense & Sensibility, with the main cast being - more or less - exclusively POC

Is it rushed? yes. Does it pepper in extra scenes for Edward and Brandon just for the sake of it? Yes. Is the acting often medicore? Yes!

But it stayed true to the spirit of the story and is such a delightful watch. and the costumes are lovely!

netflix Persuasion was just bad. Full stop. Don't blame that on the fans. And dont you dare the play the racism card. (and yes, fuck everyone who hated Persuasion becasue of the Musgroves being people of color).

Your Austen adaptation can be queer, and diverse, and colorblind or in highschool, or include a BJ... you can all have this... as long as you repect the true spirit of the story.

Yes, I am still extremly angry at CC and her shit "Austen women faint too much!"

[dyns33]

Deadpool : "So, everyone, meet my new friend and new awesome roommate, Logan. Wolvie love, the Team Red."

Wolverine : "Hi."

Spiderman : "… Am I going to have to say it ?"

Daredevil : "That Wolverine is dead and that's impossible ? Wade called us right after he beat that Cassandra to tell us that he's now Marvel Jesus and about the multiverse, as if he could blaspheme all he wants by repeating things we already know."

Deadpoo l: "Ha ha. Sorry to think you don't listen when I talk, Matty boy, but glad to hear you drink up my words at the end."

Daredevil : "That doesn't mean I believe you, but you were right about Miguel, and I talked to Strange too."

Spiderman : "No, I mean. Wade, you were against Mr. Spector and Mr. Castle teaming up with us, but the yellow suit is okay ?"

Deadpool : "Oh that ! Matty had a red and yellow period, I decided to be tolerant, we're Team Red because we color the streets with blood without killing, and we're super caliente."

Daredevil : "His suit's yellow ?"

Wolverine : "The red ant is colorblind ?"

Daredevil : "The Devil ! And… Let's say yes. Why do you smell like wet dog ?"

Deadpool : "I'll say it's because of Dogpool, but let's blame Logan."

Spiderman : "… You have a dog ?! A Dogpool ?! I can see it ?!"

[ollieneedstherapy]

Sam Collins Headcannons

THIS MAN. I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN.

-He’s so stupid….so so dumb, but so so smart? This man can’t do simple math but ask this man to fix your car? Done.

-He’s not a coffee or tea drinker, he likes lemonade or orange juice

-was raised in an ‘just waters’ house

-my man, has black out curtains everywhere, he has one for every room. He bought some for darlin’ since they normally sleep in his room and they got used to the dark :’)

-All male Vampires are simps. Him,Porter, Vincent….cause I’m only attach to 3 of the vamps….(yes I’m totally fine after the summit….)

-he’s red green colorblind

-Him and Darlin’ share clothes all the time, Darlin’ once caught him wearing their jacket after a really bad day

-He has really bad anxiety, like really bad

-Sam has been trying to learn more Smash to impress the pack, Darlin’ told Asher this and he now texts Sam randomly to ask ‘if he’s finally getting better’

-Sam is so scared of David….but he also finds him attractive

-He has been called a dilf. More than once.

-He’s the oldest of 3 siblings, all girls, he has their names tattooed on his back

-Speaking of tattoos, he has the one of his sister, a book quote, one on his thigh (Darlin’ is the only one who knows about that one) and a scarecrow for his mom

-He is so bad at Jeopardy, like bad enough that Darlin’ changes it when it comes on so they don’t have to listen to his wrong answers

-the “brown….my eyes were brown” quote is a lie according to darlin from the picture they saw. His eyes were a golden color…

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in May, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

You Are in Love (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite (yes i am reccing this again. i will be reccing this until it's finished, dill with it)

Running to You, This Feels Like Good News, & Maybe I'll Get Drunk Again (Poe Dameron x F!Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

Gardens of Babylon (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Deft Hands (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Offer (Din Djarin x Reader) - @softlyspector

The Two Faces of January

🔥Oxford Comma, Boyfriend, Girlfriend, & Arty Boy (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh

Triple Frontier

🔥Worth the Risk (bfd!Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor (second part)

🔥Family Vacation (bfd!Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥A Brilliant Idea (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Distractions (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @princessxkenobi

🔥Relief (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @princessxkenobi

🔥Dusk Till Dawn (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @be-the-spark-flyboy

🔥Belonging (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Moon Knight

🔥Steven's First (Virgin!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Gone Soft: Marc Spector Edition (Marc Spector x Reader) - @romanarose

Merry, Happy III (Jake Lockley x Muslim!Reader) - @whatthefishh

Neck Kisses (Steven Grant x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥C*ck Therapy (Therapist!Steven Grant x Patient!Camgirl!Reader) - @whatthefishh

Bordeaux (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

🔥Dirty Driving (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Drinking with Cupid (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @moonknightly

🔥Making Trouble (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @juneknight

🔥Colorblind (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @astroboots

In the Eyes (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

All That Matters (Jake Lockley x Reader, references to Marc Spector x Reader) - @midgardian-witch

The Dress (Marc Spector x Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

🔥The Pavlovian Response (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥Extra Credit (Professor!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Pillow Talk (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Just Happy Accidents (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @romanarose

The Last of Us

🔥Old Soul (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Falling into Place (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @jake-g-lockley

🔥Games (Bodyguard!Joel x Actress!Reader) & 🔥High Enough (Ft. Dieter Bravo) - @psychedelic-ink

Waffle House Confessions (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Lost in the Darkness (Joel Miller x F!Reader - Mafia AU) - @softlyspector

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Darklight (Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader) - @psychedelic-ink

Inside Llewyn Davis

Intoxicated (Llewyn Davis x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Sucker Punch

🔥A Long Night (Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Narcos

🔥Just Friends (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @pedgeitopascal

The Sun Also Rises (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch (second part)

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

[spencereidlovesshoes]

hiya i really love your posts, maybe because you haven’t written anything yet. it is my honor to be your first request.

i’m begging you for a spencerreid x pilot!fem!bimbo!plussize!colorblind!vampire!reader

please do it quickly i will be dying soon i’m 84!!!!!!

OMG I love that!! this idea lives rent free in my mind now thank you you old bitch.

15,6 words.

A/N: im a nice person.

AIRPLANE LOVR

"Wheels up in 5!" says Agent Hotchner, but you don’t hear it because you’re on the toilet. Thousands of alerts bombed Y/N’s phone. Penelope was sending her them. She always hated her.

It seems they are going to Thit Island to investigate a murder of a dog. Y/N was really stressed out, because of the team’s behaviour. They are known for their shitty behaviour on board. They commonly unbuckle their seatbelts, walk around the plane, cuddle together and worst of all, they tend to come to Y/N’s cabin and cover her eyes. They think they are funny but there is a high possibility that the plane might crash because of that.

Y/N really despises the members of the team. Especially JJ. Her long blond hair got caught in the engine once and she had to pull her out whilst still piloting the plane. Don’t ask her how she did that.

The only one she didn’t hate was Spencer. His hair could get caught anywhere and she would gladly save him. She watched him through the security cameras when she didn’t feel like paying attention to the road. She especially liked watching him sleep. He was so cute and he didn’t even know about her. Why would he be with someone as a stupid as this pilot!fem!bimbo!plussize!colorblind!vampire!reader?

The team was lined up next to the plane and Y/N was installing the stairs to the plane. No one helped her. In that moment JJ said: "What is she doing here? Who is she? Where am I? Who am I?"

The team seemed to ignore all of her questions. "She is our pilot, don’t you recognise her?" Spencer said. He was the only one who was not a complete asshole to Y/N. "Ok, just do not get close to Spencer," said JJ looking directly into Y/N’s eyes. "JJ, she saved your life last time, don’t you remember?" "I could have done it myself," said JJ and stormed to sit on the plane.

Everything went well and until Morgan sneaked into her cabin and covered her eyes. Y/N yelped and tried to get his hands off of her. He held her head so tightly she started to feel dizzy. Morgan laughed and said "relax babygirl, I just need you to turn the plane around, we found out that Thit Island is on the other side of the globe."

WTF? Y/N thought. I do everything for this team and especially for Spencer. I pay for the gas and they just tell me that we have been going in the wrong direction? I’m not gonna be able to pay the bill this month, I don’t even have a job! I just snuck to the toilet every time and tie up the real pilot. And that is the problem. I don’t know how to turn the plane around. I always just fly in some direction and hope for the best.

"Hello? You seem lost in your thoughts," Morgan said. "OK, just buckle up and hold tight," Y/N said with determination in her eyes. She didn’t even wait for Morgan to sit down and buckle his seatbelt, she just turned the plane upside down.

"I didn’t mean it literally!" Morgan screamed as he hit his head on the ceiling of the plane. Y/N heard mortified screams of the rest of the team. It was like music to her ears. Yes! Spencer thought. She finally stood up to her bullies. He might have broken a leg or two and had a concussion because he was sitting in JJs lap.

They flew their whole flight upside down and Y/N found some random island in Europe to land on. Everyone got out of the plane, excited to see some dead bodies and investigate mysteries, except Spencer, he went to check on Y/N.

"Hey Y/N, are you alright?" Y/N seemed devastated, she was tired from all the blood flowing to her head. "I’m OK, I just have a long night waiting for me. I have to get comfy on this plane." "What do you mean?" Spencer said and a worry wrinkle appeared on his forehead.

"I didn’t pay for any hotel. I don’t have any money left, I spent everything on gas for this trip that took way longer than I anticipated. We are lucky that we survived! We don’t have much gas left. Can you steal some if you see some cars on your way out?"

Spencer looked at her in disbelief. This poor thing was poor. "OK Y/N, let me sing you a lullaby to help you sleep." Y/N was thrilled. She was sure she would not be able to fall asleep next to singing Spencer. She loved him too much for that.

"URURURURURURURURURURURUR" Spencer sang in his soft voice while Y/N slowly fell to the dreamland...

[kairiscorner]

Ok ok I just read your NoirXFlorist and I am so in love. A personal HC I have is that Noir’s giving love language is acts of service and so ⬇️

-Imagine Noir being colorblind, but he wants to help at your shop and since the easiest way to differentiate between flowers is color he learns other ways to tell the difference- scent, texture, size, shape, or just memorizing where a certain type of flower is most often stored, because he wants to help. -Also, if any heavy lifting needs to be done, he rushes to do it before you even get the chance, even if it’s just a box. “No, no, I got it, doll.” “A lady of mine shall not do any heavy work, not while I’m here.”

anon are you trying to kill me with cuteness and fluff.

BC IT'S WORKING OMGGGGG YEAH, NO, I WANNA MAKE A FIC OF THIS, THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA AND FOR SHARING :>

(i wish i could credit you anon, you and your big beautiful brain 😭😭😭🫂🫂 also reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <;:D)

(part 1)

so imagine:

it was a real hectic, busy day at your floral shop; people came flooding into your place more frequently, and while it was good for business, you were completely and utterly overwhelmed.

you managed a small establishment, and business was going well recently, but you were the only one working there, of course a pair of hands and a couple of fast feet can only do so much work.

peter'd have come in all chipper and point out the long line of people coming in, and then he'd see your tired, overworked face still smiling and wrapping up bouquets so darn fast.

he'd be in awe, of course, and fall in love with your hardworking and capable self, but he'd be super concerned as well for you so he'd pull you to the side as the influx of people died down for a bit and ask you with a concerned smile if you were okay.

"dear, you good? looks like you had to run several laps back there." he joked lightheartedly as he put his hands on your shoulders. "i know i'm not exactly the most helpful guy out there for this job, but if it gives you any comfort, i can help. i'm around you and the flowers all the time, i... i kinda got everything down about them." he said in a slightly cocky tone, but of course, it was to impress you with his new confidence since you first met him as a bumbling fool who was head over heels in love with you the moment you showed him just what kind of hidden beauty was lying in wait for him to discover.

you hesitated telling him you were okay and that he didn't have to bother himself to help you, because you were seriously considering getting some help at the very last minute to complete your clients' requests. "well... i'm actually kind of drowning over here, pete. i'm worried i can't do this on my own." you admitted.

peter smiled as he put his hand to your cheek. "don't you worry about a thing, i've got you. i meant it when i said i know everything there is know about the flowers here. i may not be able to tell which flowers are what color, but you of all people know a flower's color isn't the only thing worth nothing." he said with a small wink at you. yes, he'd been practicing that wink, he waited for the right occasion to use it on you.

it made you smile widely as peter agreed to help, and you had a lot of faith in him that he'd be able to ease your burden. you had shown peter the ropes before after work hours, it was another option for a date between you two. you loved how fast he picked up at tying the bouquets together, ringing up change, and memorizing the descriptions of the flowers; it really warmed your heart that he took interest in these things and was determined to show you he could do these things for you if you needed him to.

he got to work immediately, hoping that him having to interact with the customers would come as natural and easy as learning everything there is to know about the flowers; but humans are no flowers, they're significantly much harder to please, so that thought kind of scared him. but you were counting on him, that was all he could think about--you counting on him, you needing him right then and there.

you couldn't believe how different peter seemed when he was talking to the customers, helping them out as you tied up the bouquets. he appeared like a door to door salesman, and you meant that in the nicest way possible.

he seemed more upbeat, cheery, and... you dare say, a lot more charming. you two soon switched shifts, he was on tying and ringing up the bouquets, and you were the one helping out the customers pick flowers.

you were a little worried because you knew peter didn't do so well when having other people wait for him, it sort of intimidated him. you never taught him everything he now knows during work hours, it was just you two--and as pleasant as it was for both of you, you were still concerned how he'd be doing applying that practice in a real scenario.

but lo and behold, peter did it all in a jiffy. he didn't even need to use a calculator or do the math on paper, the minute he saw the flowers, counted them, and took note of other things--he could instantly give them their total, with tax. he was extraordinarily fast, too; he was extremely agile yet delicate with handling the bouquets, they were flowers, after all; they needed room to breathe, a single mistake can end in them being crushed, so of course, he was mindful of that, too.

soon, the day was ending; the sky had red, orange, pink, and purple strewn out over the horizon as the sun set. you and peter just finished up the last round of orders, and the floral shop was nearly empty by the time you were finished.

you both breathed out a breath you both didn't realize you were both holding in this entire time. the two of you laughed since you did it at the exact same time. "thank you for helping, peter. really, i... i don't know what i'd've done without you." you said as you went over behind the counter and stood next to him.

now this is when the shy, flustered peter parker comes back to you. he smiled at you widely and blushed profusely; leading all the way up to the tips of his ears, an innocent and pleasing mix of red and pink dancing on his cheeks.

"it's no biggie." he muttered, trying to sound as confident as he was earlier, but his defenses broke down when he caught you leaning closer to his face, your nose mere inches away from his own. he chuckled. "well... maybe it is kind of a biggie." he said as he put his hands on your arms and rubbed them lightly.

"well, thank you, again, pete." you repeated as you put your hand on the back of his. soon, peter noticed a truck coming by and a man coming down the truck with a clipboard in his hand, a few other men bringing boxes about and laying them by the door of your floral shop.

"oh, wait right here, pete." you said as you went over to talk to the man. peter watched as you signed the papers on the man's clipboard, thanked him, and... they left without helping you carry those boxes!

peter was enraged just the slightest bit as he watched you, your poor, overworked self, carry them into the floral shop without contempt for those men who didn't even bother to help. immediately, peter rushed to your aid, flung the door open, and took the box you were trying to carry away from you and into his arms.

"peter--!" you exclaimed as he took the box with ease. "i've got it, don't worry, really! i've already asked for your help today, this... i got this." you tried telling him, but he refused to listen and took box after box into the floral shop.

he smiled up at you and adjusted his glasses with one hand, carrying a box in his other hand. "no, no, i got it, doll. don't you worry about a thing, a lady of mine shall not do any heavy work, not while i'm here." he said as he flashed you another wink, he was getting better at it, you had to admit.

you blushed at his gallantry and general altruism towards you. you decided to reward him for all his hard work afterwards. he finished carrying the boxes and putting them aside. he turned to look at you as you walked into the floral shop, blushing a bit as you kept admiring how sweet he was towards you and for all his help.

"i really can't thank you enough for today, peter. it's far beyond what i originally asked you to do." you said as you took his hands into your own, and he blushed yet again. "of course. anything for you, my darling." he murmured, still admiring how soft and warm your hands were. you giggled. you opened a box to unveil a flurry of flowers of every kind in it, and you placed a flower behind his ear yet again.

he chuckled. "my, you never get tired of doing that, don't you?" he asks. you shake your head playfully. "it looks beautiful." you remarked. "it does?" he asked, a little joyful at that compliment. "well..." he said as he took a flower from the box that he thought was the prettiest and tucked it behind your ear, too. "i've always wanted to do that. and now... oh goodness, you're a complete and total beauty on your own, and now... oh, call an ambulance, love, i'm having a heart attack!" he said as he leaned over to brush his nose against yours, smiling and chuckling to himself all the while as his eyes stared intently into your own big, beautiful ones.

"i truly, truly love you, dear." he tells you as his lips are just centimeters away from your own. "and i love you, truly, pete." you reply as you close the distance between you two, kissing him as the sun sank down into the horizon--you two greeting the night with a loving kiss shared between you two.

maybe he should come out to help you more often, after all, such is to be done when you're planning to become one's husband, no?

a/n: BUIREBFIUBEVIUBHIUFEHIFIRFRBVIURBVBRVR I LOVED WRITING THIS SM AAAAAA TY AGAIN ANON HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTTT <33

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @fictarian @pixqlsin

[npdclaraoswald]

Saw someone complain that people who way RTD's first era was racist just don't understand the text because Ten's "Just walk around like you own the place" was supposed to be an indictment of Ten in a "mocking colorblind liberals" kind of way, not in a "that's genuinely a fine way to treat a companion of color" way. So I'm gonna lay out why I think Russel T Davies' writing is racist. This does come with the caveat that I am white person, so you should take my analyses of racism in media with more than a few grains of salt because I do have some major blind spots.

While I'm certainly not a fan of it, my criticisms of RTD's eras are not limited to "Nine and Ten treat Mickey and Martha like shit," because yes, I do recognize that the flaws of the character do not inherently reflect the flaws of the writer. I think the narrative treats Mickey and Martha like shit.

With Mickey, it's easy to point to, especially in series 1 how he's written to be comically pathetic and undeserving of Rose's affection, particularly in comparison to the Doctor. This does get better as time goes on, especially after Pete's World, and I've heard that Mickey was cast with colorblind casting, so you could say that this was largely accidental. Especially since it does get better, it's easy to assume they let up on it once they had Noel Clarke. But RTD's black characters standing in the shadow of white characters is an ongoing theme. And that's not even mentioning the Doctor calling him an ape, because that is a Doctor character flaw and not something that I think is reinforced by the show itself. I just would be remiss not to mention it.

Similarly, Martha is held in constant comparison to Rose and we are left with no shadow of a doubt that the Doctor thinks she comes up short. Which again, you could say is a character flaw of the Doctor's, not reflective of RTD's opinions on the character. But it would have been naive at best for him to believe that doing so wouldn't make the fans hate Martha. She already set up for failure sheerly by being the follow up to the first companion of the revival- fans were always going to hate her for not being Rose. And maybe RTD was trying to criticize that impulse and make fans do some self reflection. But that's not remotely what happened and I do think it would have been stupid of him if he expected that to happen. As is, and as should have been obvious, the Doctor's attitude only reinforced fan impulses to the point that I to this day see people who hate Martha for "taking Rose's place."

But admittedly, the writer can't be held wholly responsible for the fans, he is not them. And if it were just Mickey and Martha being compared to the Doctor and Rose and being told that they're lesser by characters in universe, I might be able to let it go. But it's not just that. It's the fact that Martha has to- not just emotionally as most companions do- literally support the Doctor, having to get jobs to provide for them in both Blink and the Family of Blood two parter with no question of why she's the one that has to do that in Blink and he doesn't. That we the audience are supposed to give a single shit about Joan Redfern to the point that she gets a finale cameo a full season later. That her finale cameo tells us more about her life and wellbeing than Mickey and Martha's does. That Martha's family is enslaved by the Master with no acknowledgement of the different weight that that carries for them versus Jack. That Martha does all of the work to save the world in the year that never was and the Doctor gets all the credit.

And of course, there's Mickey and Martha together. The fact that they had barely spoken to each other previously and that Martha was engaged to a different man the last time we saw her. The fact that their relationship could easily work but there is no work put into it. That we the audience are supposed to just accept a major change in two major characters without question and just be like "of course they'd be together."

You can say other companions went through similar things, but that falls into the same liberal colorblindness that pretends that the same events don't weigh differently given the impact race has on people. Or you can make excuses for each one of these things and say that we the audience were supposed to criticize it on our own rather than being told to do so. But they add up.

And of course, there is the shitshow that is the Fourteenth Doctor. We were told Ncuti would be Fourteen. I was so excited to finally have a main black Doctor. And then out of nowhere, that title was stolen from him and given to yet another fucking white guy. A white guy who had already had a turn. Two turns if you count Tentoo! Before we could let a single black person lead the show, we had to let David Tennant know that he's the most special little boy on the planet. And then even after sucking Tennant's dick for an entire year, RTD still could not let Ncuti have the spotlight to himself. He had to redefine the way one of the basic facets of the show works specifically so he could let the world's most special white boy continue to keep playing the Doctor. Ensuring, just like he did with Martha, that fans would never let our black character just exist on their own, they would always have to contend with clamoring for their white counterpart to return and take back the mantle. And while we're at it, let's not even let Ncuti wear proper clothes in his debut. Those go to Tennant as well.

So yeah. Dot and Bubble was a good episode. I do think his textual treatment of race has improved. I however think his subtext still is, and always has been shit, whether he consciously realizes it or not. Regardless of his trying to criticize racism, he is still absolutely influenced by it.

[nova--spark]

I noticed each of the Timeskip kids have jewelry that represents the bots they were close to during the show

Jack has Arcee (blue and pink), Smokescreen (Blue and Yellow) and Optimus (red, blue, and silver). He also has 38 on his jacket like Smokescreen had in his first Alt Mode.

Raf has Bumblebee (Yellow and Black) Ratchet (Red and White). He also has a bee on his sweater

Miko I’m having trouble with though, her choker is green for Bulkhead obviously, I think the red, blue and white bracelet is probably Ultra Magnus (since Miko is an official wrecker and so is Ultra Magnus), but I can’t figure out the bracelet on her other hand (maybe it’s Wheeljack and I’m colorblind or something)

I also noticed some of the splotches on her pants also line up with the autobots

i AM SO GLAD SOMEONE NOTICED MY LITTLE EASTER EGGIES

And yes!! Every one of them is correct!

in Jack I placed reference to his 2 partners and Optimus as he saw Jack worthy to safekeep the Key.

Raf, who bonded the most with Bee and Ratchet, got basically covered in their colors, from his vest to his shoes are all refs to his 2 guardians and role models.

Miko, you got everyone right!

Wheeljack was a bit harder to find because he was not a bracelet!

Wheeljack is represented in her earrings!

And yes, a majority of the paint splashed on her jeans is indeed references to some of the other bots like Bee, Magnus, Wheeljack again and so forth.

Miko also reps Bulk via the mini mace on her choker.

Jack too has an extra Arcee ref!

He has a small pin of her headpiece, made by Miko herself when the boys commented on all her new jewelry and mementos

[ryhmus]

@omocat

ROWAN; "Hey, when do I get my own plushie?"

OMORI; "You don't."

ROWAN; "Why the hell not?!"

OMORI; "It's for official characters only, you're not canon, so you don't get a plush of you."

KEL; "That stinks, I wish I had a plushie so I'd pour milk all over it and suck it out."

HERO; "Well first of all, we already have plushies, these are for our real selves."

AUBREY; "Secondly, you're disgusting! Who pours milk all over a plush?! It probably would taste awful."

KEL; "Yeah, your right it does, I tried it on your stuffed toy a while ago and it was kinda bad."

AUBREY; "Is that why MR. PLANTEGG feels so heavy today? *takes a wiff* and why he smells funky?!"

KEL; "Yeah, I thought he always smelled like that? MR. PLANTEGG kind of needed a refill so, uh..."

AUBREY; "GOSH DANG IT KEL! LEAVE MY STUFF ALONE!"

MARI; "When am I going to get my real world plushie?"

HERO; "Maybe tomorrow, the author of the blog is very consistent in keeping us updated daily.

MARI; "But is it going to be a ghost version of me or the alive version?

HERO; "Who knows yet? it'll likely be the ghost version, of you."

FLOWER; "What's the big fuss over these plush versions of everyone?

STRANGER; "The plush toys are very popular and high quality, usually they sell out in a matter of days after a single restock, but they are also very expensive."

FLOWER; "Oh, well that makes sense...do you want one of you?"

STRANGER; "Who would want a plush version of this shadowed form?"

FLOWER;"It could have glow in the dark eyes. that sounds neat."

ROWAN; "I want a plush of me!"

OMORI; "Too bad, the merch manufacturing team probably doesn't want to recolor their BASIL plush assets black and white just to make a dull and boring looking bootleg copy."

ROWAN; "I'll show you where my boot AND leg are gonna go you colorblind freak..."

[imagines-babes]

Colorblind (q!Quackity)

Hello, welcome to another story. Thank you for almost 90 followers and the likes. Also this is my 100 post. Woohoo. Today story is dealing with lore with the Wedding on the Qsmp and of quackity of course. I am sorry if I mess up the lore a little. Today song is, ‘Colorblind by Counting Crows. ‘ i do hope you enjoy this story

Quackity list Masterlist

**************

Cellbit

&

Roier

Invite you to celebrate their

Wedding

06/16/23

Dress properly

Cellbit gave me an invitation. 'Oh and before I leave here y/n can you give on to quackity? I haven't seen him recently with you both are like a couple ' He gave me another in Spanish as I nod. Quickly he walks away to give others the invitation to the wedding. Walking to the house I hear him mumbling. The closer I got it sounded like he was talking to someone. I thought my mind was playing tricks so I went closer to only her bits. 'yes .....anything..... I.....mines....will know.' The other voice started to talk after quackity, ' .....failing.... option.... take....' It sounded robotic and instantly I knew who it was. Cucurucho. Staying behind the building while my heart was beating quickly. I look at my wrist to see where everyone to talk to but no one was near. The conversation continued. 'Disfruta de la isla,' that when he left. I closed my eyes hoping if I talk my voice didn't crack. 'Quackity?' Hearing it in my voice it cracked. Coughing once more then moving to the side. 'Quackity,' calling him once more. 'I was trying to call you but I guess your watch wasn't working.' Looking at his wrist to notice it is off. Then he placed a smile. 'Oh I'm sorry y/n I guess my watch needs an update so was there something you wanted?' He looked like he was in a hurry. Shaking my head then a nod. 'Yeah um, this invitation is for you,' passing it to him as he read it. Taking a deep breath, 'Actually, quackity I was won-,' he cut me off. 'I'm sorry y/n but I have to get some supplies for something. Mind if we continue this conversation another day or later.' He stares waiting for me to answer, 'We'll how about I help you? you know what they say two is better than-,' he interrupted once more. 'No,' he shouts as he shakes his head at me, 'Sorry but no this is for me to do I'm sorry y/n. But we will finish this conversation later, right? At your house?' Taking a breath giving a faint smile, 'Yeah we can finish it later I hope you find what you need,' leaving his house. Noticing names on my map I start to walk over to them. Why would Cucurucho need him? What does he need to do? My mind thought about why they would talk to each other.

Slowly the sunset stared to appear while I walked to my home. Noticing Remi, my dog, outside on the porch. My lights were on. My guess quackity is here already waiting for me. Walking inside, starting to call his name. But I didn't hear his voice. Taking off my jacket, turning around to notice Cucurucho there sitting on a chair facing the door. 'Hello,' it robotic voice spoke as I stare at it. Giving a small smile barely looking at it. 'What are you doing here cucurucho? Quackity isn't here if you were wondering,' trying to say with no fear.  Noticing it brings out a book and starts to write inside. Two minutes have passed cucurucho finishes the book. Hands it to me. Slowly I read it to myself. 'I saw you behind the building. Whatever you have heard or thought you heard is confidential. If you tell anyone you will be taken away like felps and Cellbit. Do not ask him about what he is doing or any questions about him and i talking. Do not tell anyone about us talking. Remember we are always watching.:)' my mouth felt dry. Closing the book. Looking up at him I nod. 'Enjoy the island.' With that, he went away with a cloud. Hearing the front door open I turn to see quackity standing there with sweat over his face. Smelling like gunpowder as he flashes me a smile. Slowly I walk to the room. Thinking of the book. I hide it underneath my pillow it wasn't a nice hiding spot but it was the only place I could think of. Hearing a knock on my door I open it to see him by my door. He walks in, 'Will you be my date to the wedding?' He faces his back to me and then does a slow turn to face me. 'Yes I will quackity,' I give a nod as he walks up to me kisses my cheek, and leaves.

Quackity and I enter the venue. Notice everyone wearing suits or dresses. I felt his hand hold onto mine. Looking down as a smile appears on my face. We both talk to everyone. Especially the grooms, telling them thank you for the invite. The pastor arrive and everyone started to make their way to the seats. There weren't a lot of seats but everyone(and Capybara) got a seat. The song started with everything falling into place for the two at the altar. I felt quackity eyes on me. Slowly move my head to stare at him as I smile softly. He flashed one back but it felt off. His smile was a nervous yet scared smile. The vows have started. He excused himself to do something. I wanted to follow him. But remember the nights before of mine and cucurucho talk. So I stayed still. Watch the two talk about their love. The vows were meaningful. Talking about every second they had together. Slowly said their I do's with people cheering. Noticing quackity not coming back. People were leaving their seats after the couple as I stay on me. Turning around to see everyone smiling and laughing. Starting to feel like someone watching me. I turn around looking for the eyes that were watching me. Till I noticed them behind a tree. 'Why are you spying,' asked him. 'I like to watch from afar than up close.' Slowly walking up to him giving a nod. 'Did you take care of your business?' He shook his head. Instead of looking at me, he looked to the floor. 'I couldn't do what I was meant to do. And now I'm gonna-,' his voice started to crack. I had a feeling about what was gonna happen. In the back of us, there was a murder and everyone started to find clues. He held my hand showing me where he was. Underground and in front of us was tnt. There was tnt under every seat. Under the grooms and Richarlyson. 'I couldn't do it. I didn't want to kill the eggs with this y/n. Now I'm gonna pay the consequences.' There was someone above us. He pushes the button as he covers me from the debris of dirt. The explosion was huge and made a dent. We both cough till we notice slime above us. Quackity held my hand rushing us out of the area.  We started to hear everyone blaming it on Slime as he tried to tell his side of the story but no one listen. Catching my breath, he looked around us. 'Y/n I'm gonna be taken away. I don't know how long I have till he gets me. I'm sorry for not telling you about mine and cucurucho deal. I couldn't blow up the eggs or you. You were too close. I care for you too much. I did this to bring-,' he stop as there was someone behind me. My eyes started to water till I heard a breath behind me. 'Quackity please follow me,' Cucurucho asks. With quackity nods. He stares at me once more. Walking close to kiss my cheek. 'Please follow me,' Cucurucho asks again. Slowly quackity walks past me. 'Enjoy the island,' Cucurucho tell me as they both leave no one in the wedding noticing.

After they were far enough, I tried to look for someone to join me. Till I notice someone following them, Jaiden. Running towards her. She followed them. Quackity would notice her every so often. The two stopped as Jaiden hid behind a hill. Then walked once again. Caught up to her I kept my mouth closed. 'Where are we going?' Quackity asked starting to be hesitant. 'Please follow me,'   He continued to walk till the made it to the train station. Jaiden and I looked at each other confused. Finding a spot to hide as we hear their voice going further. Then went away. Not to hear anything from the other side. Nor were their names on our watch. They disappear. 'He's gone.'  Looking to my side to see Jaiden with a a slow nod. While everyone was celebrating a wedding. I lost someone who I cared for deeply.

Weeks passed as I wait for any words of quackity. Hardly doing anything trying to make a theory or make plans of how to get him out. A message appeared on my watch by Bad, 'Quackity is back.' Those words made me smile. Looking at his locations to notice a lot of people were by the station. Grabbing my warp to teleport to N.I.N.O.H. Starting to hear chatting them in his voice. I ran to him as I smile. 'I was so worried about you. What did they do to you?' I tried to touch his hand. He moves back as he fixes his posture, 'I will answer your question later but right now I have to do something.' He had a cold tone. All I did was nod. He starts to walk past me with no goodbye. Turning to watch him leave. Then looked at the name that was walking away from me. El Quackity Starting to hear Forever approach me, 'That isn't him.'  Turning my head to see forever. 'Whoever that is..,’ bad and other approach us as I turn my head to look at El Quackity, ‘He is not quackity. '

[psychologicalwarclaire]

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

🌴 Desert island item?

No pressure to answer any :]

📷 Lockscreen

My lockscreen is @rocky-again , me, @danger-noodle4 , and @drsmer in our Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Cosplay! My older brother did a photoshoot with us and then we went to go see Mutant Mayhem in theaters. It was honestly one of the best days of my life.

(yes I got permission to post this and tag them, dw)

🐇 What Says the Most

What says the most about me as a person... I guess that I am passionate. I love things deeply, and that makes me who I am. My love of Ninjago and TMNT allow me to do projects that I never thought I'd do.

🙃 Weird Fact

In third grade I checked out a book from the class library about weird facts and then got anxious because I didn't know how to return it, so I read it dozens of times that year. So well over a decade later I still remember a lot of random facts. Here are just a few-

Men are more likely to be struck by lightning than women. They're also more likely to be colorblind.

Wombats poop cubes.

The scientific name for 'Western Lowland Gorilla' is gorilla gorilla gorilla.

Having a blue room makes you more creative.

💎 Most Prized Possession

Toola Roola, my stuffed animal doggy whom I have had my entire life. She's old and worn but she's everything to me.

🌴 Desert Island Item

Duct tape. Like in that Mythbusters episode.

[justyoureverydaytwstsimp]

Where the winter crows die <fanfic>

Everyone loves happy endings. Rory was leaving, and taking the boundary with him. Crowe was free. Free from the blood pact. Free from sacrificing corpses. Free to love Aster. It was a perfect ending.

...

"Squawk". The crow(beast) cried, a hand wrapped tightly on its neck. Aster's. "You think I'll just let you leave? That I'll let you murder more people? Letting the villain live is such an anticlimactic ending, don't you think?" At the murderous gaze, even the cruel beast shuddered.

Crowe had never seen Aster like this. He had never seen the timid, sweet girl act out. Never saw the deranged smile on her face as she choked the beast silly. "You must think I'm stupid." She said, in the cruelest tone he's ever heard her speak.

"Release me." Said Rory, as he tried to escape her grasp. "You do not know with what forces you're messing with, Human." "On the contrary, you do not know what human you are messing with."

*you may skip this part if you're not into Christianity*

"I am the daughter of the God of the universe, little insect. Do not underestimate me or my power. I call upon his name, the one and only. Father, avenge me. avenge these broken souls. By the power of the first, and the power of the last, your beginning has come to an end"

*Christianity part is done*

Aster watched as Rory screamed in pain, as he withered from the inside out. She relished in his pain.

But the bird's dimming red eyes reminded her. Crowe.

She ran to his side, a hundred apologies coming out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Crowe. I thought - No, I knew you'd live. After all, the bloodpact only stated that you'd die if Rory was killed by you and yes that was pretty risky but I couldn't let what happened to Winter Hollow happen again, I couldn't let someone be his victim and I'm really sorry-"

"That was...amazing. You never do run out of surprises, snowflake. I almost fell for you again.'

Aster blushed at his words, yet the greyness of his eyes caught her off-guard. Crowe felt her gaze on him. And though her unwavering attention was flattering, the worry in her eyes made him shirk back.

"It's nothing, snowflake. Don't worry." he said, trying to calm her nerves. "Oh right! Breakfast! I'll better start soon-"

"What did we say about communication?" said Aster, crossing her eyes and trying to look firm.

Crowe stopped in his tracks. he fidgeted a little, rubbing the back of his neck. Crowe was quite cute when he was nervous, with his ears a shade pink.

"I may or may not", Crowe said, "havelostmostoftheabilitytoseecolorexceptredwhiteandblack?"

And he was even cuter when he was honest. "Don't worry, Love", Aster said, caressing his hair. "I know a place that makes colorblind glasses. It's actually quite close to my current home. Plus, I bet glasses would look really - nevermind."

"I'd look really what?" teased Crowe. Aster denied giving Crowe an answer, instead quickening her steps to the cabin. "Come on, we better start packing!" Crowe caught her hands, and started walking side by side with her. "Alright, dear!

"...by the way, what is colorblind glasses?" Peals of laughter rang through the snowy forest.

[accessible-tumbling]

GENUINE question: is whoever wrote this description some form of colorblind?

https://www.tumblr.com/accessible-tumbling/760368213065449472/id-an-art-piece-showing-a-white-person-with?source=share

i am.. about 90% certain that mask is purple, not red

As the person who wrote that description, yes I am. Thank you for pointing it out, I'll fix that.