#amber tones

[spookyblackconservative]

Bathroom 3/4 Bath in Miami Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary 3/4 orange tile bathroom redesign with a marble floor and orange walls. The bathroom also features a vessel sink, onyx worktops, flat-panel cabinets, and medium-tone wood cabinets.

[ronswansonquotes]

Bathroom 3/4 Bath in Miami

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).

He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.

And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.

No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.

Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)

He needs to be quick.

Efficient.

Perfect.

And so he comes and goes like the wind.

Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.

Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.

He'd rather he never be late ever again.

It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...

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" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.

"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.

Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.

He imagines hearing a clock ticking.

Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?

Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.

[a-lilacsong]

This comic is brought to you by: me rereading the Brothers Grimm and remembering how horrifying “The Juniper Tree” is. (Also “Hansel and Gretel” is pretty messed up too, but still).

Comic script: Amber (to Miranda): So you're definitely not going to be an evil stepmother like the ones in fairytales? Miranda: Yes, I'll be good. James: So, if we ran out of food, you wouldn't convince our dad to abandon us in the woods with no way home? M: No, I would not. And if we were low on food, you could have mine. A: Speaking of food, you would never cook us in a stew and feed it to our loved ones, right? M: No! Absolutely not! What kind of fairytales have you been reading?! J: The Grimm ones. A: Final question worst possible scenario, would you ever dress us in servant clothes and force us to do chores? M: No, and are you sure that's the worst scenario of the three? A: Absolutely. Without a doubt.

(Original pencil sketch version of the comic under the cut)

[wickedlegs]

Amber in a car.

[canisalbus]

I love the shape language for Machete and Vasco, how angular and pointy the former is VS how round and soft the other... It's so GOOD I adore that

Thank you! I like the contrast as well, it makes them very fun to draw together. I try to keep them visually distinct while still making sure that they look harmonious and complementary next to each other.

[peeptheaesthetic]

[willosword]

hooo. the breakup scene.

[ofyorkshire]

ouhh, what i wouldn't give for someone's face to soften completely when they see bj and coo a quiet, warm, "hey, baby."

[buttertheflame]

They say that fanfiction is all stanning. But has anyone stanned the source material to the point of getting distracted from writing fanfiction?

You know what I mean, bookworms? Just to give you a window into my oscillating thoughts: If my guy Jon Snow has returned to the Wall post-ADWD with his betrothed Daenerys Targaryen, yeah I'm gonna stan what came before and make shit up like crazy. The struggle is real! I love the romance of these ‘soulmates’ but I also love everything that makes asoiaf what it is. (Within reason.)

If I stan too much, I write slow-going passages like this:

Jon’s heart felt full as he left her side, his mind brimming with thoughts of their eventful morning so far.  My love, where do we go from here? He knew where he was going, at the least. He would find Samwell in the Flint Barracks. In the three days they’d been at Castle Black, both men had yet to break from meetings to tend to personal interactions. With the increasing days among the Watch, it became more strange to think of himself and Sam as former members of the order. He’d expected the feeling even before they’d left Winterfell, yet as he walked across the courtyard and felt the gazes of a few dozen black brothers upon his back, it shook him all the same. 

Yet another feeling warred within Jon Snow. On the right step he’d sense the men. On the left step he’d sense Daenerys. Her attention and love thrilled him, as like it had only one other time. On Dragonstone. Their home.

But if I hold back on the stanning, I write meatier passages like this:

It was hard to say if anyone took offense enough to the executioner’s blade hanging above them, for as often as the Northern lords, free folk and warriors large and small came up to the dais to present themselves, did the displays of fealty reassure her of Jon's leadership. Strikingly, the free folk never kneeled, but they did offer gifts, the most sobering of which were a pair of bearskin boots given to Queen Daenerys by a group of spearwives.  

She took them graciously and wondered if the wise men would believe the gesture had given King Jon’s uncertain frown a rosy flush. That he was charmed enough to tell her a tale of the hunter who’d fashioned them was welcomed with her whole heart. As she listened to him describe the father of two who fell to the Others at the event many had come to call the Passing Through the Ice, she wondered if the scribes of history would tell of this pair, the last he ever made. And as Jon sort of sat and looked at her for a long time, she wondered if they would believe she was hopelessly lost for him, as well.

So it's coming! If anyone has read "A Long Way Home" and is waiting for the next fic in the series, I'd like to get Chapter 1 up before House of the Dragon comes out in June. (Because of the competition, you see, from their very same Team Black forebearers.) That's the goal, anyway!

[re-shi-ram]

Huh?? What's this? A Comic that's been in the making for a while now?

This comic will be part one of the "Yellow Tones" series, as well as a reworked version of "Verlockend"

The first chapter will be posted later this year, so for anyone interested: stay tuned!

[waywardsalt]

honestly the voice acting is also something i really like in engage

[alteredstatesstuff]

beautiful lady in flowers

[xrayofagecko]

i do indeed have a new favorite painting and it’s gorgeous as shit.

i’m fairly certain this piece is known as either

Venus in front of the Mirror / The Toilet of Venus, circa 1613-1614 - by Peter Paul Rubens.

this piece has rly got me in my little bug feelings ><

[queen-scribbles]

Guess who lives once more bc I got that Jedi Consular brainrot and bad? :D

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

In amber light she mourned, Aymeric getting stabbed, and Apocalypse state of mind!

Answered abt apocalypse state of mind [here] ! As for the other two, ehehheehe >:))))

In amber light she mourned is set maybe 24hrs after The Royal Menagerie and it's Aymeric tracking O'ravi down to check in with her. She's...a mess. The things Zenos said to her really did a number on her and he sort of plants the seed in her mind that she's actually a monster at her core, same as he is. Which....Aymeric has Thoughts(TM) about lol. The title is a nod to one of Stormblood's recurring phrases, In Crimson It Began.

"Aymeric got stabbed rip in pieces bro" is about Aymeric and one of my non-WoL OCs, Marielle, a childhood friend of his. It's set soon after that one guy tries to kill Aymeric, and Marielle drops by to check on/bully him. Snippet:

The frame of Aymeric’s bed creaked as a new weight settled on it, rousing him from an uneasy sleep. He cracked one eye open and found an old friend seated beside him, prim as you please, her smile lacking its usual sharpness. An ebony pipe dangled from her fingers, not yet lit. He nudged her hand as far away as possible. “Word on the street is that the lord commander got shanked while passing through Foundation," she said. "Shocking, isn’t it? I choked on my beer when I heard.” “Marielle. The chirurgeons would be quite cross if they knew you were here.” “Then it’s a good thing they don’t.” She clicked her tongue, rifling through her pockets for a match. “How bad is it?” “Naught that won’t heal in time—but surely you didn’t trouble me just for that.” “Well of course. I wouldn’t dream of wasting the lord commander’s time, especially not after he’s danced so close to death."