#any writing tips?!

[exhaustedoctopusstuff]

TW- ED and bullying.

Since creepypasta was really popular in the 2010’s and late 2000’s I feel like I want to kinda show that in the fic. This is kinda something I wanted to talk about but would anyone will be willing to read my stuff if I made some characters have eating disorders or them being bullies or being bullies. I know that these things are pretty dark but those weren’t uncommon in the late 2000’s and 2010’s.

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

So you know when you're writing a scene where the hero is carrying an injured person and you realize you've never been in this situation and have no idea how accurate the method of transportation actually is?

Oh boy, do I have a valuable resource for you!

Here is a PDF of the best ways to carry people depending on the situation and how conscious the injured person needs to be for the carrying position.

Literally a life saver.

(No pun intended.)

[peaktora]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ˚◞♡ ⃗ bluelock!boys

MOVIE DESCRIPTION┊where they let the media believe the rumors about their so-called girlfriend

CONTENT┊ft. rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, and micheal kaiser. not proofread bc im too tired to do so (6/28 edit: there were so many typos in here im sorry). in rin’s part, you’re not actually dating yet. beware of the tooth rotting fluff (im tired of this i need to write some angst).

AUTHORS NOTE┊LMAOOO guys i got so carried away .. this was supposed to be a couple of quick headcannons for a character analysis but individually these headcannons are all so long that they might as well be a one shot 😭 enjoy !

𝜗𝜚₊˚ 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you didn’t know much about his sport—only knew for certain that rin was good at it. he was passionate about his goals and made sure to reflect that in the games he played. whenever he won a game, it was practically an instinct for you to lavish him in compliments. you’d bathe him in things like “good job!” or tease him by saying, “look at you, all pro.” but for rin, winning wasn’t just about the final score on the scoreboard. it wasn’t simple. to him, a victory meant nothing if it wasn’t clean.

two goals. no errors. as he walked off of the pitch, rin replayed each shot in his head. his jaw was set tight, and his hair was irritably damp from sweat—the wind only helped it stick to his face. by now, the crowd should’ve died down, atleast a tone or two. yet, as he took a look at the crowd, he could still see people holding up their signs high for him to see. they were loud—obnoxious, even. he hated that he could still hear the crowd’s roars.

he didn’t look for you. not right away. not while the cameras were still following his every move, not while the spotlight was hot on his back and the (quite frankly: annoyingly persistent) reporters were shouting loads of questions at him from each of every direction. he wouldn’t risk putting you in that kind of attention—not when you both knew how quickly the media could twist up something as simple as a glance.

but that didn’t mean he didn’t know where you were.

he always knew.

you stood in the same spot after every game—half-hidden behind the media barricade. it was just far enough back to stay out of view, but always close enough for him to find you. hell, he was the one who recommended you this spot. and true to the routine, you were tucked into the sleeves of a hoodie far too big to be yours.

his hoodie.

it was always one of his, but never the same. at some point you made a game out of it.

somewhere down the line of you two’s friendship, it became a tradition that before his games, you’d come over to his apartment. just to hangout of course. yet somewhere in between the time you were together, when he wasn’t looking—you’d sneak into his closet, pick a hoodie of your choosing, and not tell him which one you’d taken. you liked keeping it a surprise. he never knew which hoodie had gone missing until he saw you wearing it the next day.

like now.

you stood just where he expected, pretending as if you hadn’t been waiting for him this whole time. you were wearing one of his favorite hoodies—it was gray, soft—and it’s sleeves swallowed your hands.

he would never tell you, but because of this gesture? but he loves game day. he can’t help but notice you.

and apparently the media noticed you just as much.

he didn’t care if they did. but he didn’t want them asking.

“mr. itoshi! just a quick one—” a reporter cut in, jogging alongside him with a mic already raised—talk about desperate. “two goals again. i mean, you’ve been unstoppable lately! what’s changed?”

rin didn’t slow his pace. “nothing.”

which isn’t necessarily true, but while his performance may be their business, his personal life is not.

you’d think the reporter would back off by now, yet he didn’t budge. he increased his pace. “right, right—but you can’t deny the fact there’s been a shift, no? all your fans are talking about it. you seem… calmer? more collected. more grounded, maybe?”

rin chose not to respond, hoping his silence would be enough to make the reporter give up. thankfully, it worked. the man slowed to a stop in favor of standing still, awkwardly watching as rin continued to walk away.

then it happened.

one of his teammates—loud and face holding a (god awful) smirk, slapped him on the back mid-walk.

“probably because of that girlfriend of his,” the guy pointed and laughed in your direction. “she’s been at every match. guess that makes a difference, huh?”

rin stopped walking.

before he could even say his side of the story, the camera had aimed itself towards you. you who were in his hoodie. you who looked at him for any idea on how to handle this situation. you who still stood in the spot he asked you to all those weeks ago—a spot that was supposed to be secure and safe. fuck, it feels like he failed you.

the reporter instantly lit up. he directed the cameraman towards rin, and they both made a jog to his side. “so, rin… a girlfriend? can you confirm?”

the only thing rin could do was blink. because, he could say no. he could shut it down. easy.

but memories of you flashed in his mind. you sitting on the couch waiting for him after late practices, folding his laundry without being asked, brushing the hair out of his eyes when he got too tired to care. never demanding. never asking for more than he could give.

you were the only person in the world who didn’t take his silence personally.

and now everyone wanted a label. a headline?

at the thought, he looked straight into the camera as he flatly said “no.”

the reporter hesitated to ask. “so… you’re not dating?”

“i mean i’m not commenting,” rin replied. “that’s different.” rin likes to think he never really needed a media team.

because with this answer, he didn’t have to explain. he didn’t have to clarify. and most importantly? he didn’t say no.

the interview wrapped quickly after that. the mic lowered when the reporter realized Rin wouldn’t give more. one by one, the crew dispersed.

and now, finally—finally—rin could openly walk towards you.

as soon as he was close enough, you smirked and said, “you didn’t deny it.”

he leaned against the barricade, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, “nope.”

“you could’ve just said i wasn’t your girlfriend.”

“i could’ve.”

for a while, silence filled the space before you now softly asked, “then why didn’t you?”

he exhaled through his nose, irritated—not with you, but with himself.

“i don’t like interviews,” he muttered.

“i know.”

“i don’t like assumptions either.”

“i know.”

“but i didn’t deny it,” he said, looking up at you, “because they weren’t wrong.”

you blinked, “huh? you do know we’re not even togeth—“

“i didn’t say anything,” he added, voice quiet now, “because i’ve never had to explain what you are.”

he heard your breath hitch.

“you’re something that i guess i hold…close to me. something that’s mine,” he said, more certain now. “if people assume that, i’m not going to correct them.”

you hummed, “so… you’re one hundred percent okay with them knowing?”

he nodded once. “i’m okay with them assuming.”

you smiled. it didn’t reach your eyes—it was that small, soft one that never failed to break him, and gently nudged his arm.

“y’know, you’re terrible at this.”

he groaned, “i’m trying here.”

“i know,” you giggled, slipping your fingers into his. “and that’s why it counts.”

𝜗𝜚₊˚ 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

nagi yawned and lazily scratched the back of his head. with the help of his sweat, his jersey clung to his back and his legs still burned from the run he didn’t even want to make for that last goal.

he let out a deep breath at the sight of a reporter pointing over to him. the match was barely over, and there was already duo—a cameraman and a reporter—hustling over to him.

within two seconds, he noted that this was a bother. the reporter was talking so fast, he could barely decipher what she was saying. the bright lights of the camera following him made his eyes sting. the game took so much energy out of him, he couldn’t even muster up a sentence if he’d wanted to. safe to say, this interview was not worth his time nor energy.

“nagi, you were just incredible tonight! that assist? it was just—just was insane—i mean no one saw it coming. what were you thinking in that moment?”

he rubbed his eye, muttering, “i wasn’t.”

following his words was a pause. the reporter nervously laughed, and like most—he’s sure that she assumes he was trying to land a joke. he wasn’t.

he spotted you standing on the sidelines, tucked off to the side. you gave him a wave, and he wiggled his fingers back as a response.

you looked so cute. so comfortable. all he wanted to do now was stand next to you and lean his weight against your shoulder. the only thing stopping him was a mic still being pointed at his face.

hm.

“right, well,” the reporter continued, “there’s a lot of talk about your change in attitude this season. you seem more motivated. the people are wondering…is there someone on the inside keeping you in check?”

nagi tilted his head. “huh?”

“like a girlfriend,” the girl clarified, a smile among her lips. “rumor has it that there’s someone important in the crowd tonight.“

the camera panned out to the stands and the surrounding area before nagi could say anything. nagi followed the camera’s direction, gaze landing on you. your smile changed into a nervous laugh, and a slight furrow creased your brows.

you’re so obvious.

for a second, he didn’t move. but then he shrugged—and he walked off.

the reporter fumbled. “w-wait—”

it was a lost cause. nagi’s mind was made up, he ignored the calls of his name and made his way towards you. reaching you, he lazily settled an arm around your shoulders.

he sighed dramatically, allowing his entire body weight to lean into yours. “you’re warm,” he mumbled.

you looked down at him “…you just walked out of an interview.”

“yeah,” he mumbled. “boring. but they asked about you.”

your heart did that weird little stutter. “they what?”

“kept saying girlfriend this, girlfriend that…” he shrugged. “i dunno…didn’t feel like lying.”

you stared. “you didn’t deny it?”

he slightly turned his head, chin resting against your hair. “why would i?”

“because we haven’t… told anyone?”

his fingers toyed with the hem of your sleeve. “feels like a lot of effort,” he replied. “lying about you. avoiding questions. hiding. ugh.”

you swallowed. “so you just… left?”

“figured it was easier to show ‘em.”

he leaned in, pressing his forehead against your temple.

“plus i wanted to see you,” he muttered.

you lips parted. “nagi…”

his thumb lightly brushed over your hand. “if you don’t want people to know i won’t say anything,” he continued, voice quieter. “but ‘m not gonna act like you’re not mine when you’re standing right there.”

you locked your fingers with his.

“you’re mine too, right?” he asked.

you nodded.

“good.” he exhaled, eyes closing. “then i don’t get what the big deal is.”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “you’re so lazy.”

“mm,” he agreed, “but i’d carry you off this field if it meant we didn’t have to talk to anyone else.”

he straightened up just enough to glance back at the crew still filming in the distance. that same lady from earlier was still talking. how much did she have to say? “think they’ll chase us if i just walk off with you?”

you snorted, “they definitely will.”

“how annoying,” he sighed. “let’s go anyway.”

𝜗𝜚₊˚ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

the crowd outside of the stadium could only be described as loud—obnoxious—and chaotic. but then again, when wasn’t it?

you signed at the sight, and slouched even further in the backseat of kaiser’s private car. you opened your phone to instagram—a mistake you knew not to make, but did it regardless.

instantly, a knot formed in your stomach. there it was again—those damn rumors. your feed was full of it. what caught your attention this time was a recent photo of you two. granted it was blurry, but you two were obviously close. it was taken the day he took you out shopping. you visibly remember that day. he’d insisted on carrying all your bags, leaving your hands free. you were thankful for that—especially when you suddenly heard saw a flash of a camera, allowing you to quickly raise your hands to shield your face.

the headlines were relentless:

“michael kaiser’s mystery girl—exactly who is she?”

“has the emperor found his queen?!”

when kaiser asked you about revealing your relationship to the public, you told him to be careful. to keep things quiet. private. in response, he only grinned at you like he always did when he planned on doing the opposite. and you hoped, you really hoped he would listen.

sighing, you opened up the sports app and began to watch the live post-match feed of what was going on outside.

on screen, the cameras zoomed in on kaiser walking out from the locker room tunnel. surrounding him were his security members. his hair was messy, his jersey was slung over his shoulder, and he had that arrogant smile on his face.

you made a mental note to tell him how he should seriously consider getting that trademarked.

reporters called out his name left and right—to which, he paid no mind to. it’s only when one says, “you’ve been seen with the same girl three times in the past two weeks—the mall, hotel lobby, even at the training grounds. does she happen to be your girlfriend?” that he gives them a reaction.

still walking, he flashed a slow smirk as he adjusted his sunglasses. “you people really don’t get tired, huh?”

“is it true?” another voice pushed through. “are the dating rumors real?”

kaiser stopped just for a second—yet it was just long enough for every mic to shove forward.

you leaned closer to your phone. he wouldn’t. he can’t be serious. he wouldn’t, right? he wouldn’t—

his grin widened. “if i had a girlfriend, i’d show her off every chance i got.”

and almost as if the entire thing was staged, a chorus of gasps and shouts erupted from the crowd.

“but is that a yes?!”

he shrugged. “i try to not make a habit of denying good taste.”

then, he waved his way through the crowd. so casually too, as if he didn’t just obliterate the entire internet.

seconds later, the door to the car opened and you watched as he slipped in.

“you didn’t deny it,” you say. although it’s more of a question than anything.

he reached up to pull off his shades. “hm, should i have lied?”

“i thought we agreed to keep it…y’know…lowkey?”

kaiser laughed, then leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. “you think i’d let them call you a ‘mystery girl’? that’s boring. pretty girl is better.”

you pushed him away, “kaiser—”

“i would say liebling is even better but that’s reserved for me.” he pulled you closer, one arm slung around your waist with ease.

“kaiser—“

“shhh. i didn’t even say your name. ‘jus gave ‘em enough to sweat.”

you squinted at him. “so what am i, then?”

he smirked, pushing a kiss to your cheek. “the emperor’s girl.”

your phone buzzed like crazy, notifications from every app you owned. kaiser didn’t just not deny it—he made sure the whole world hoped it was true.

[great-brilliant-radiance-au]

Deltarune CMYK Theory

[ Written before Chapter 5 | July 22 , 2025 ]

One of the most glaringly strange aspect of Deltarune is Kris for some reason being bright Cyan , its often brushed off ,

However , we feel Kris being Blue / Cyan is a big key to Deltarune in understanding what exactly is happening .

We've personally haven't seen anyone mention CMYK aspect of Deltarune , so this theory is entirely our (@5thcloud) own theory and take .

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[ Note: This is about Canon Deltarune , only posting it on our AU blog as this theory is the basis of our AU as well as this place just being more deltarune related , other blog is just art .

This post does Not talk about our AU

Also for easier reading , we uppercased names of colors and important words . ]

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[Start of Theory]

Color has always been part of UTDR , Undertale as color SOUL traits and importance of color association

And here in Deltarune , the importance of Colors is stronger than ever , more than what you can possibly imagine .

1 . How CMYK and RGB Models works and Ties to Deltarune

You may know CMYK from printer ink and RGB to something like LED lights , its because they're the Primary Colors for their respective Models .

However , they do not work separately , instead they work as one . They create each other and are equivalents of each other , they cant exist without one another , just as the idea of Lightners and Darkners , and how Darkners have equivalent objects

(Red , Yellow , Blue are considered outdated colors for paint as they cannot make all colors , however of course it can still be used)

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And either way if its Subtractive or Additive Model , Color is light itself , if theres no light then theres no color . The Models are only used for How the color is being created or achieved .

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As to why we feel Kris is Cyan , its so that the main trio creates a sort of corrupted CMY model , Cyan being Kris , Magenta being Susie , and Green / Yellow being Ralsei / Noelle ( will get into this part in sections 2 and 3 )

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Also , yes this does mean Cyan and Blue ARE considered different colors on this post and in these Color Models despite both generally being seen as just different shade of blue .

Its also fun note that the color question while making the vessel does mention Cyan separately , we do feel its still poking fun at fact that "its literally just light blue and blue is already here" as well as reference Kris

But this is stronger gesture at these Models as , along with Cyan , the other answers are "Red , Green , Blue" , the 3 Primary Colors of Light

It also important remember that Undertale also counted Cyan and Blue as different things for the SOULs , being Perseverance and Integrity

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2 . Additive and Subtractive Models for Lightners and Darkners are swapped Despite being Lightners , Cyan (Kris) , Magenta (Susie) , and Yellow (Noelle) are of the Subtractive Pigment Model that mixes to Black , they aren't the primaries for light .

While Ralsei , who is a Darkner , is Green which is part of the Additive Light Model that mixes to white , he Is light .

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( Though it is noted that Kris can actually be seen as both Blue and Cyan addressed in Section 4 , we also arent addressing Berdly as he never joins party to confirm his color associations as of Chapter 4 , as Noelle is more of a Pale Green-Yellow in Dark World , yet is associated with Pure Yellow without Green )

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The Cyan and Magenta can also be "mistaken" colors , as they Are lighter than Blue and Red , but reason why the primaries of Subtractive Pigment is lighter is because they mix darker , thus starting lighter helps ,

Think of paint , how you'd mix lighter shades of paint in small parts instead of going too much at once as it can get dark n muddied fast

‼️So in other words , they Appear to be "light" , however in actuality its so they can mix to darker more vivid colors .

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How we would more specifically word it is that , the Lightners are named that Not because they're the bringer of light or are light , but because they start as light in color and also of course because they reside in light

But truly , Lightners bring darkness

And the opposite is true here , Darkners are not bringer of darkness or Literal darkness , but instead start as dark and reside in dark , and become light .

Darkners are bringers of light .

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3 . Ralsei's Green and Noelle's Yellow are equivalent Yellow (pigment) and Green (light) are equivalents of each other .

Ralsei is Green and his association is of Pacifism , while Noelle is Yellow and strongly associated with the Weird Route (ie. deltarune's no mercy route equivalent) .

They both draw ties to each other in both idea and color , they both are support , associated with prayer , magic , with same heal spell , and so far in story , Noelle and Ralsei dont appear in battle together

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So whether its Ralsei or Noelle in party , or if Kris is either Blue (light) or Cyan (pigment) , the party will still make a corrupted form of CMY

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Also , because Green isnt part of the CMY Model that Kris and Susie are part of , it can be extra reason why Ralsei's room is entirely blacked out . His color isnt part of the trio

Its also noted that the depiction of the Deltarune symbol in Kris' room , its the Green triangle that points away

Additive Light Colors start dark , and mix to light .

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4 . Kris' Cyan , Blue , and maybe Black of K .

In the Additive Model , you mix Green and Blue to get Cyan , Kris' color . Its been noted at start of game that "the green crayon is missing" , green sweater , as well as Asriel's possible association with Green and Ralsei's resemblance to Asriel (even though he isnt Asriel)

In Subtractive Pigment Model , Yellow and Cyan together makes Green , colors of them in Light World

To make Blue in Subtractive Pigment , you mix Cyan and Magenta , which are already the other colors of Kris in dark world .

The colors they are mix into themselves to create more of their own colors .

- Do also note that , even if feel these are too specific , Kris also inverts into Blue and Cyan , which is another reason why they could be Blue / Cyan

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Another thing that more of a stretch , youll see that CMYK acronym , Black is abbreviated as K as B is taken by Blue (K being taken from last letter)

Kris' name is more generally spelt more like "Chris" with a C , it can be seen as "changed to K to make more original or differentiate from Chara" which we dont doubt is the main reason or the only reason

However , K is represented as Black and is of course part of the Subtractive Pigment Model . Considering Kris' strange association with the Roaring Knight as well as opening Dark Fountains , its certainly something !

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Why Kris specifically ? The Dark Fountain is often colored Cyan / Blue ( their colors ) as well as Black , the Prophecy is depicted Blue and Cyan

Black too is also a rainbow of all colors just as White , just that all colors together in a Subtractive Model will become Black .

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To us , Blue / Cyan is a very interesting choice for Kris cuz as far as we personally know , they're not associated with anything Blue in the Light World ,

But in both CMYK and RGB , Hues of Blue are present in both Models undeniably , while Magenta - Red , and Green - Yellow are seen as very much different colors ,

many people especially non-artists will see Cyan - Blue as the same just different shades ( goes back to the vessel creation joke of both Cyan and Blue being listed as possible favorite colors )

Not to mention here with Black being K because B already taken by Blue , so Kris (to us) being associated with Black , Cyan , and Blue , hell even possibly White because of the odd save point , its a really powerful thing .

They're part of both Light and Dark .

Blue and Cyan are powerful .

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Extra note , Kris portrait is Very Oddly a very noticeably different shade of "Cyan" , which more strongly reads as "Blue" , which is odd outlier as rest of characters have portrait colors very close to their HP bar

However if color pick their portrait , it says it's still "Cyan" , however we argue that this is simply for accessibility as "True Blue" is very dark and doesn't appear well on Black , As well as lighter tones of "True Blue" WILL appear Purple .

And imo after testing colors that keeps the Brightness and Saturation and just changing the Hue ,

the Color used for their Portrait is closest to Blue as can be while being Saturated and clear on a Black Background as a small sprite .

Remember , Colors are subjective as all eyes and interpretations are different

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So even if it does sound like a cheap excuse to consider them Blue part of the Additive Light Model despite portrait "really" being more Cyan ,

it doesnt change fact that their portrait Specifically was made into a different shade that strongly reads as Blue instead of Cyan , and nowhere near the same Shade or Hue as their HP bar unlike the other characters .

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5 . In Pigment , Magenta and Yellow creates Red In Subtractive Pigment Model , Magenta and Yellow mixes to get Red . Magenta and Yellow is associated with Spamton , as well as him referencing being on puppet strings in relation to Kris too

Though , our Spamton association with Magenta isnt perfect as his pink is more so of a Red-Pink while Magenta is instead more on the side of blue , however hes been at least drawn One time with specifically Magenta so , yeah </3

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Magenta and Red are Equivalents and more interestingly to us , Magenta (pigment) and Red (light) are equivalents to each other , which is something think about as the Player is given several opportunities to try and sway Susie .

Not to mention , Susie's secondary color is Yellow , being her eyes , teeth , etc. , and heart detail on her belt

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Not only that , Susie parallels the idea of the Player , that being of Control . At the start she is the one to echo "You are not in control" , idea of control is often represented in Red

So for Susie's Magenta to be Equivalent to Red , for Yellow and Magenta to mix into Red , for the Player to also be prompted to sway her , its ... wowie .

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In Light , Blue and Red creates Magenta Self explanatory , Blue of Kris + Red of Player or Kris' SOUL , itll mix to Magenta

So color wise , Magenta and Red are very strongly associated

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Magenta in Trio Magenta for the main trio has always been an interesting color to us

Despite the trio being mostly monochrome , Magenta is shared across the whole trio , with Susie being mainly Magenta by default , Ralsei's scarf being Magenta , and Kris' cape having Magenta stripes to reference Frisk

Even more drawing to this is how Ralsei's battle portrait is only one with a 2nd color , being Magenta .

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Noelle Doesn't have Magenta , however she does keep her Red nose , again Red and Magenta are equivalents .

Her Red nose as well Doesn't change at all whether in Dark World or Light World , which is extremely notable as All character colors have at least a noticeable change even if small (like Berdly's Blue and Yellow)

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6 . Why Might Kris' Save Point Light be White ?

In Additive Light Model , Green and Red mixes to Yellow , giving the Undertale's signature Yellow save point . If you add Blue into it , itll become White as its RGB all together .

White is also all colors combined , the full rainbow

It can of course also be just interpreted as "all light together" instead of specifically "yellow light + blue light"

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7 . Dark Sanctuary's Hue Shift

To quickly cover , in Dark Sanctuary of Ch 4 their colors Do change , however we dont know how much this proves or say anything about our theory

At first glance it feels like it Must say something , however its simply just a color shift of all colors to one direction (in this case , clockwise)

it Is interesting as this only place so far in story where their colors are different , Ralsei becoming Blue , Susie being Yellow-ish plus Green secondary color ,

While overall Kris practically stays the same . This goes with the idea of how Blue and Cyan are still Hues of Blue

So despite having the roughly same amount of shift , they still appear as their own color unlike the others .

Blue and Cyan are powerful .

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Also interesting note , despite Ralsei's and Kris' Magenta being Extremely close in color in their usual form ,

Here in Sanctuary , Ralsei's shifted Magenta to Orange looks much more Yellowish and lighter , lot softer . While Kris' shifted Magenta looks much more of a harsh Red-Orange

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Not about Deltarune Theory but more just Color Theory relating to light , despite being a simple hue shift with some extra adjustments , we feel this is a great example to show how colors of light and rainbow Arent perfectly spaced even ,

some colors of light take up much more space such as Green , while others like Yellow take up little space (but does blend lot with Orange to Red)

So when shifted , despite our Susie edit overshooting the Green , it still lands on green ! If this was somewhere else on the wheel , itd easily land on a completely different color

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[End of Theory]

This whole theory can very much be "looking too hard" ,

but it just feels too uncanny to us with how , to us , it so strongly explains why Kris is Bright Cyan , and why Noelle's color association is Pure Yellow despite being a Pale Green-Yellow in Dark World , all this Magenta , and also the Deltarune's White Save Points being able be explained with Additive Light color mixing

As well as , these are still VERY specific colors chosen , they couldve been Any color , yet they all specifically line up with CMY + Green (and possibly Blue , both still part of the RGB Light model) , and CMY not being of Light primaries .

We dont have any doubts that it Can just be "these colors look good together" or more of a small reference to these models thats not serious , but you never know

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Anyways , thats all ! hope learned something new from this even if find this theory to be a stretch :]

The color theory , hehe 🐕

Feel free share this around or screenshot , rlly want ppl know this

[halohalona]

Beanie

in which you crochet a cat beanie to match Logan's hair

Logan Howlett x reader

i decided to turn this into an imagine instead of a fic cause there's nothing much to it, and the idea is pretty much straight to the point. i wanted to add a picture of the beanie but i'm still making it and i could not wait to post this.

not beta read, this is the first thing I've written in a long while, so bear with me

warnings: none, just fluff cause we need more fluff with this man

"What's that?"

"Oh, it's something I've been working on." You say as you finish the last of the stitches that join the two edges of the crochet rectangle you made. "It’s a cat beanie."

"Hate to break it to you, bub, but It doesn't look much like a cat."

"Just wait." You put the beanie on your head the top corners standing up on the sides of your head. "See? It looks like cat ears! It reminds me so much of your hair, I thought to make one so we could match."

A small smile formed on Logan's lips, finding the sentiment endearing. "Cute."

[peppermintkandy]

A Royal Summons

DC X DP

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Bruce watched as Constantine started drawing something on the ground. They had found a magical artifact on a mission, a pen that can make anything it writes into reality. The villain who had obtained it was relatively easy to outsmart, just a guy who had gotten out of hand trying to fix a mistake. The had part was reversing all the damage he had caused.

They had called the JLD to help with the cleanup, seeing as it was a magical atifact that had caused it. Constantine was the only to come as he had been free at the time.

They showed him the pen that caused the damage. He used some sort of spell on the pen, and everything the villain had changed was reversed. He then offered to take care of it for them.

Bruce had assumed he meant hide or destroy it. That pen could be disastrous if it ends up in the wrong hands.

Then he took out a piece of white chalk and started drawing a circle on the ground.

Now, Bruce may not be magical savy, but he knows what summoning circle looks like. Before he could say anything, though, Superman spoke up.

"What are you doing?" He had stepped closer to get a better look at the circle, which now had the beginnings of a complicated looking symbol in the middle.

"Callin' a friend." Constantine replied simply.

"Who, exactly, are you summoning?" Bruce questioned, also stepping closer. Constantine was almost done, adding a few sigils in the rings at the edge of the circle.

Constantine grunted, standing up and backing away from the finished circle. Before Bruce could ask any more questions, a blinding green light suddenly spread from the circle. Bruce, as well as the rest of the league, was forced to look away.

Soon, the light dimmed to a small glow. As Bruce turned back to the circle, he saw a black liquid start to bubble from the center and spread to the edge. The liquid bubbled and moved, taking shape into something Bruce didn't know the name for. The thing had seemingly infinite eyes that all glowed bright green, and the liquid that made up its form was dotted with small white specks, making it look like a starry expanse.

Bruce was mesmerized and terrified at the same time. It was everything and nothing. It felt like death and rebirth. He wanted to enter it's endless embrace and run in the opposite direction. He wanted to stare into the void and look away, never to see it again.

Before Bruce could do anything, the form shifted, becoming smaller and more human like. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the transformation stopped, revealing a young boy. He was still otherworldly, with unnaturally white hair and glowing green eyes, just one pair, and a semi-transparent tail instead of legs. He wore a black skin tight suit with white gloves and boots, and a white D on his chest.

Bruce, feeling only mildly dazed at the display, looked around to find that the rest of the League pressent, excluding Constantine, also looked confused and a little nervous.

Looking back to the kid, Bruce noticed he also seemed mildly confused. Spotting Constantine, he smiled and flew over.

"Constantine!" The kid floated to a stop in front of said man. "Miss me already?"

Constantine huffed a laugh, "You wish, Kid. Actually, I summoned ya cause the League here found someth'n that feels like your deal."

"Awe, and here I thought you might actually like me." The kid's attempt at sounding disappointed was betrayed by the smile on his face. Bruce had to resist the urge to call Alfred and tell him to get the adoption papers ready. "What have ya got for me?" The kid's expression shifted to something at least resembling serious as he circled around Constantine.

Constantine pointed to Bruce, who still had the pen in hand, "Bats over there's got it. Ask him." The kid turns to look at Bruce. Not his body, just his head, which turns almost 180 degrees. Bruce tenses slightly as the kid's body soon follows, and he floats over to him.

Bruce holds out the pen, and the kid takes it, holding it up to his face to inspect it. "What exactly did this thing do," the kid asked.

Bruce explained everything about how they found the pen and how it was used. To his surprise, the kid listened intently. Only when he finished did the kid finally speak.

"Sounds like something Ghost Writer would have," the kid opened a small portal and put the pen on the other side, "I'll ask him about it." The portal closed as he pulled his hand out.

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #3890:

keep an eye on your belongings and if you see anything suspicious alert a member of staff

[moonhibs]

Au where Julian is a child of divorce

[exhaustedoctopusstuff]

The opening of a downfall

the prologue of Y/n x Ticci Toby

Warnings- Slut shaming, death, car attacks, Lyra’s death, panic attack (I think???).

A/n- OMG my first chapter, I hope you guys like it. I am aware there might be some mistakes (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝).

3rd person

The moonlight shines bright on the young girl’s face as she absentmindedly scrolls on her computer while Linkin Park blasts in her black MP3, she knows she has to deal with life tomorrow but at night is when she finally finds peace. She scrolled on Tumblr, MySpace, and even FaceBook liking and commenting without thinking until she saw a post from her neighbor. Before the girl realized it, the sun was slowly rising and she groaned as she turned off her MP3 and closed her laptop. She got up and started to get dressed for school, slowly her parents woke up her father looked at his daughter’s clothing and scoffed. “What?” She hissed as she put on her eyeliner, her father's wrinkled skin twitched “Listen here, I won’t you be like those oddballs who wear all black and worship the damn devil!’ he sneered as he stepped closer to her.

This was their daily routine: wake up, argue for about 25 minutes (10 if her father is late), wake up her mother, then everyone argues until they hear the baby cry. If it wasn’t for the Rogers family taking the spot of the most dysfunctional family then it would surely be her family. “I am not an ‘oddball’, Gosh you are so lame!” she grunted as she slammed her lip balm onto the bathroom counter, “Oh yeah I forgot your ‘Emo’. But you have no reason to be: you got a roof, food, clothes, all of those little gizmos you wanted.” He boasted and the daughter angrily stormed off. “Hey listen here, don’t walk away from me!” he called after her but she slammed her door angrily. She took out her red BlueBerry and typed to her friend, “Can you pick me up for school. Make sure to wait by the corner” and nearly immediately her friend responded, “Of, be there in 20 mins”.

The girl sat down at her vanity and did her makeup, and hair, and even fixed her chipped nails. She gasped at her phone buzzing and she quickly picked it up, “Hey, by the corner- I kinda feel like a pimp waiting for you like this.” a gentle voice joked. The girl laughed as she got her things, “Well I’ll be there soon, pimp Naomi.” They burst out laughing, and the girl strolls downstairs and walks to her baby sister's room. She always had a soft spot for kids and she always wanted a sister, she picked up a 7-month-old girl. “You know if it wasn’t for you, I would never come to this hell-hole of a house,” she whispers to the giggling baby and kisses her cheek before leaving the house.

Y/N POV

I sat in Naomi’s plush cushions in her car and I sighed softly as I look at her, “Y/n, omg have you heard Lyra fucking died?” Naomi gushed as she fixed her lip gloss in the car mirror. My eyes widen as I look at her, “No shit?” I gasped softly and Naomi's eyes widened in reality and hit her face. “O-Oh shit, I-I didn't mean to say it like that!” she stumbled as she reached over to me, she was the only person who knew I liked Toby and I liked his sister as if she was my own. She quickly pulled off and drove to school as she awkwardly glanced at the mirror here and there, my heart shattered weakly at the news. I slowly took a slow breath and looked at her, “How did she die.?” I mutter and she gulps softly as she fixes her push-up bra. “Car crash, dumb ass drunk driver. Toby’s in the hospital.” She scoffed as she gripped the wheel and I fixed my fringe weakly. The car was in an awkward silence before she put on SlipKnot and drove off. She always knew how to make me smile even in the darkest moments, but now I felt as if I couldn’t smile.

Naomi was my best friend since 3rd grade when she spat on my bullies because she felt bad for me. She is like a bimbo though, she barely has booksmarts and always has terrible instincts. She wears revealing clothes and when winter comes she’ll just throw on a jacket. Me and her were complete opposites, she loved pink and to be pampered but me- not so much. The only things we have in common is we get judged by our parents, movies, and even guys although Naomi loves metalheads.

As Naomi pulled up onto the school’s parking lot, I instantly hopped out of the car; I could only imagine how mangled and tangled Lyra’s corpse was. Naomi's eyes widened as she walked after me slowly. She was wearing leggings, a small jacket, furry Ugg boots, her leopard bra pushed up her chest and her pink blackberry was revealed. I felt tears pouring out and I busted open the restroom doors and sobbed softly in the last stall, “Y/N, where are you?!” She called out while banging on each stall. She pounded on each stall until she finally hit mine, “Y/N, please I’m so sorry- I should’ve been more sensitive.” she jerked at the stall. My tears streamed down my cheeks and my makeup was ruined: “Lyra’s is gone!” I yelped softly as I held my head in my hands, Naomi paused and sighed as she waited for me. I heard some people walk in but I couldn’t help but sob. “Ew who's crying?” I heard a snarky voice giggle, immediately Naomi barked at them “You never cried before or something?”. “Excuse me?! Yes I’ve cried but not in a school bathroom!” the voice shot back.

Naomi let out a huff and chuckle, “Oh please, your nudes were going around for like a month! You totally cried in the bathroom before you little slut.” she snorted back and the voice grumbled weakly before stomping away. I sniffle and roll my shoulders as I leave the stall and I groan, “God, I can’t believe it.” I look at myself pathetically and she strolls to me. She rubs my shoulders and smiles weakly, “Wanna skip homeroom and get some snacks from 7/11?” She questions and I nod my head as I pull away from the sink. “Yeah, I need to fix my makeup anyway.” I chuckle as I fix my fringe, my (acne, scarred, dark spots.) skin is revealed under the light makeup. Naomi took my hand and dragged my body out of the bathroom, she grabbed my (plump, slim, medium.) hips and pulled me closer to her. “Ugh, Naomi! You smell like oversprayed Victoria's Secret!” I whisper as I sneak away with her, luckily there weren't any guards and teachers by the parking lot yet.

Naomi drove more carefully but she was still yelling along with me on a Limp Bizkit song, I knew this was just a minor distraction but still- it was nice to be close to someone especially now. As we went into the 7/11, most of the students were here just chatting and talking while some were workers getting breakfast before their shift. Naomi rubs my (curly, coily, wavy, straight) hair making it more fuzzy and I groan weakly, “Come on y/n, we need to buy some snacks before the first period bell.” she snicker as she roams down the chip aisle. I walk down the candy alsie, I smile as I look at the chocolate bars. I pick up the ones Lyra liked and I quickly shove it in my pocket before walking away to grab some chips and a drink. Naomi met me at the reighters and she pulled out her wallet from her bra. “Want me to pay for that?” she questioned as her eyes met mine and I nodded quickly. She pulled out $20 dollars and grabbed the remaining change from the cashier who seemed to stare at her with a nervous smile. As we walked out I nudged her on the shoulder. “Ooh, someone has a crush on you.” I teased as I grabbed my chips and she scoffed, “Oh God no, he is so not my type.” she rolled her eyes as she got in the car.

As she drove to the school, I thought about Tobais and how he must feel. My heart ached for him knowing how hard this must be for him, losing his sister, having to deal with school, and dealing with his step-dad. I clutch my jacket and Naomi gently rub my (small, plump, medium) thighs and frown weakly as if she could read my face. I held her hand softly as she drove and I glimpsed the police tape around the forest that my family used to go to. I held her hand even tighter but as we passed by the tape, I couldn’t help but feel some buzzing. I whimper and grip my head tighter, it felt as if my head was threatening to explode. Naomi pulled over quickly and whimpered, “Y/n?! Hey Y/N, is everything okay?” she questioned with panic written all over her face. Suddenly, my mind drowned her worried voice and only images of Tobias and Lyra in that horrible crash, the screams, Lyra’s body, and Tobais eyes full of tears. The buzzing got louder and my heart raced, everything was thumping and throbbing in pain until I saw darkness.

A/n- ngl I thought I wrote more but wtv, I hoope you guys like it!! ദ്ദി๑>؂•̀๑)

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #142 Part 2

His parents had spent years working on their portal, to the point where they were neglecting their own children. Danny didn’t know any better, neither did Jazz. To them it was just how their family ran and for the most part it worked for them. It allowed Danny to really study space and the Stars. His room was covered with different ship models on the shelves, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and posters on the walls.

Jazz had similarly explored her own thoughts and topics as she studied Psychology. Her room was more feminine but still had a certain scientific decorum to it.  

He never thought that he’d suddenly be ripped from all the things he loved. But here he was with the trench coat man, instead of taking some biology class or something.

“What happened with the portal?” Danny asked.

The man took a long sigh, “listen… quite a lot of shit went down after your accident.” 

“That tells me nothing,” Danny glared at the man.

“I get your upset kid, but let me at least know your name. Mine's John Constantine,” 

“…Danny,” Danny muttered after a moment. He wasn’t sure he trusted the man but he guessed he had no choice. He was also noticing he felt a bit off, it was the weirdest gut feeling and Danny was having trouble telling exactly what the feeling was. It was like the feeling was telling him to trust John, although at the same time John had this weird feeling about him that had Danny feeling weary. He decided to trust John just a little, hopefully it got him back home, after a moment Danny spoke again, “…Can you at least tell me if the portal worked?”

The room was silent for a moment and then John spoke “Alright, fine, I’ll tell you what happened but some background first, do you know who the ancients are?” 

The name didn’t sound familiar, “Ancients? Like Ancient Aliens or something?” 

“No, no…” John took a swig from a flask in his pocket and then started fiddled with an unlit cigarette he pulled from a different pocket. He then looked Danny up and down, “You don’t know the first thing about the infinite realms do you?”

“The what?” None of this was making any sense and the more Danny talked to this guy the more he was getting a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Something about this conversation felt wrong, like Danny should know all of this already but he just didn’t. 

“Right well… I guess the easiest way to explain this is the portal your parents made was to the infinite realms.” John said, putting the cigarette in his mouth.

“My parents called it the Ghost Zone.” Danny muttered.

John seemed to chuckle at that, “I mean it is mainly inhabited by ghosts, however they aren’t the only ones, far from it in fact. I’m sorry but… I couldn’t allow your parents unlimited access to the realms. I had to disable it and prevent it from being reactivated.”

Danny felt a little disheartened after hearing that, he guessed John was probably right though. He remembered hearing his parents talk about how they’d dissect every ghost they found to study them. The bully’s at his school often bullied Danny over it especially after his dad and mom would continually embarrass him on parent teacher nights and on field trips.

Danny let out a small sigh, “so when can I go home?”

John looked a little surprised, his eyebrow quirked up, “so you're unaware of your situation right now?”

“Situation?” Danny trailed off, he remembered getting shocked and then he remembered waking up here, “where are we?”

John let out another sigh, “shit, well from my research you're supposed to know everything about your powers when you wake up.”

This made no sense to Danny, powers? Danny didn’t have powers, he didn't have the meta-gene.

“Powers? I don’t have the meta-gene. I think you have the wrong person.” Danny stated as he folded his arms in front of himself.

“Then how are you floating?” John asked with a smirk.

Danny looked down and he indeed was floating just an inch off the bed, he wondered when that started but the feeling threw him off a little as he stumbled a little trying to keep himself upright. It didn’t work and he fell back down on the bed with a little thud. He turned to see John watching him with a small hint of amusement in his eyes. 

“What am I?” Danny asked, his voice small and a little panicked.

“You, Danny Fenton, are an Ancient. I know the term makes it seem like you're old but the term is more because your people are ancient in age.” The explanation made no sense to Danny but he could somehow float now. He thought the term ‘Ancient’ was a little much for some floating powers.

[lonelyspaceegg-art]

merry christmas i think

[Image ID: Fanart of The Girl from Fear & Hunger. She is a young child with dirty, orange hair, scars on her arms and legs, and dressed in a large brown dress. She is locked in a small cage in the dark, clutching her knees to her chest. A light is shining on her, and she looks out at the viewer with an intense expression, her eye glowing. Text on the right of the drawing reads, in all caps, "What child is this?" End ID.]

[bleue-flora]

Honestly we just don’t get enough c!Punz for me to master how he talks, not to mention his dynamics with certain other characters. It’s infuriating… it really makes me realize just how distinct c!Techno’s, c!Dream’s and c!Quackity’s speech patterns are compared to just about everyone else. Even c!Badboyhalo and c!Philza have a certain like flow to it, but man c!Sam and freaking c!Punz and even c!Sapnap… they kill me… then again maybe I just write so much more c!Techno, c!Quackity and c!Dream that it’s slightly easier… :]

[5mary5]

I have this little headcanon cause i was reading the comic of obey me and we as mc have been given the neutral name zephyr in the very early chapters since we are a sheep and all and they want to make it inclusive since the name itself is gender neutral but I was thinking that let's say one day the curse is solved and sheep!mc gets their body back but the characters continue calling mc zephyr, what if one day someone (probably a side or secondary character) brings up the fact that "hey you know what? Your face doesn't really scream zephyr" and mc is like "yeah that's because that is not my actual given name, my actual name is ________" and the characters are like "😱😱😱" I mean they did know that this wasn't their real name since they gave it to them cause they can't just call them human and all but it's still shocking to hear it coming out of their own mouth, they would also probably coo when mc tells them their birth name because it means they learn more about their favorite person, well I mean they would coo at everything mc does regardless so-

[thebearme]

ok so while i've been working on a captain underpants fic i realized my problem with writing

i have been jumping around writing different parts to ACTUALLY get somewhere and it's doing well but when it comes to writing stories/comics/jokes i found my problem. I can't write the middle for shit

I have the premise of the whole thing and i know how to do a setup and punchline but i never know what to do for the middle :(

so if any of you are accustomed to writing fanfics or stories can you give me advice here

[as-snow-falls-on-desert-sky]

Ok if the writing tip is unhinged enough, I might just follow it

[xinyuehui]

Picked up on Coroner's Diary in the last few days and just got to this part in EP13. While the show is a bunch of aristocratic babies doing politics and has bugs here and there, they lost all my respect here by addressing Qin(Shen) Wan as “先生”(xian sheng).

"A man is born a mister, but a woman must have outstanding achievements to be awarded the title of 'mister' by a man."

I ended up doing a bit of research and it seems in the original novel they never addressed her as a 'xian sheng'. Even when she cross dressed as a man, people referred to her as 'young person' and 'doctor'. So this is the screenwriter's conscious choice to add it in.

A little bit of historical context to this honorific, 先生 xian sheng was first documented around Qin Dynasty. It comes from 先于我出生的人 "A person who was born before me". Historically speaking it was used to address seniors and teachers out of respect. A honorific that has no gender attached to it. However it was not common for women to be addressed with 'xian sheng'. Later in Tang Dynasty, where culture was more open and inclusive, women who had outstanding talents and professional skills were only then, may get awarded the title 'xian sheng'.

In closer history and modern contexts, the use of 'xian sheng' is emphasised on the male gender, obliterating the gender neutrality of it. In particular men are by default referred to as 'xian sheng', while women are 'nü shi' or 'xiao jie'.

Up until this point they have been calling her 'niang zi', which roughly means 'young lady' in this context. This is a perfectly normal and a respectful honorific given her aristocratic status. Yan Chi suddenly commands everyone to address her as 'xian sheng' implies that he believes 'xian sheng' is above 'niang zi' on the hierarchy.

If you don't speak Chinese this might go over your head to why it has become an uncomfortable way to address women. There's been massive discussions around this term in recent years. It's no longer an appropriate term to address women. If an outstanding women is to be called a 'xian sheng', then an outstanding man should be called a 'nü shi' - that is obviously not the case.

The drama on one hand is trying to appeal to a female audience and spread 'girl power' while on the other hand is using a controversial honorific. I refuse to believe the screenwriters did not know what they were doing when they decided to add a full blown scene making a big deal out of 'xian sheng'. This could have been easily avoided yet they add it in purposely.

This being a historical drama is not a valid argument. Because none of them speak or act like they are in an historical setting, this is merely an idol costume drama at its best.