#aura colors wallpaper

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random lockscreens pt2; like if save or use

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Matching wallpapers #219

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None of this wallpapers/pictures belongs to me, I just do the matching.

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[little-witchys-garden]

I'm very confused bout the aura wallpapers..

Is it..... Is it just color magick??

I saw a few explains on tiktok but none of them are the same?????

The explanations I saw was

1. You just make an aura style with colors you like.

2. You use the spiritual meaning of colors and make it into an aura style.

3. Using aura colors you specially want to amplify your own aura

4. Just mixing pretty colors

I'm very confused tbh....

Help? Explain???

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Personalização estilo "universo" 🪐

[starsofang]

Call of Duty || Coraline AU || Part 2

Running away to start a new chapter and escape the troubles of your past, you find yourself in a darker predicament than you had hoped for.

Coraline with a twist. And COD men. Obviously.

PT.1 / PT.3

The sound of the microwave beeping in the background pulled you from your thoughts, snapping you away from the daze you had towards the ceiling. Despite it being night time, you could still faintly hear the sound of that damned circus music playing from the neighbor above, and you hated to admit it, but it was already driving you a bit mad.

Your visit to the market was deemed half successful. Were the foods in there considered fresh? No, most definitely not. But you had no room to be picky, and you were starving.

Pulling the mess of a dinner out of the microwave, you sat in the rickety chair that the dining room had provided you when you were initially told of the house being furnished. It creaked under your weight, and you grimaced at how fragile the old legs felt beneath you. The moment you sat and began reluctantly feasting on the cheap meal, the music from upstairs stopped, leaving you in a house full of deafening silence.

It felt almost… eerie, though you weren’t sure why. You quickly found you hated the silence, and would’ve much preferred to hear that god awful circus music from the crazed neighbor above you. The silence allowed you to really take in the dreadful state of the house, and just how strange it felt to be alone.

This is good, you thought to yourself. Alone is good. This is better than before.

And truth be told, even though it was incredibly foreign, it was better than before.

The screaming. The fights. The bruises. The fear.

Stop thinking about that.

You quickly finished up your dinner, tossing the plastic tray into the garbage. One good look at the place from where you stood in the kitchen was enough to have you wincing at how unkempt everything was. Dust littered every surface, the floor caked with old dirt and grime, and some of the furniture was still covered up in weak attempts of protective bags that seemed to prove useless the more you looked at them.

Maybe cleaning would do you some good. Take your mind off of the weird neighbors and strange aura the house swarmed you with.

“What the fuck?” you mumbled to yourself as you kneeled in front of the wall of the living room, staring hard at the old wallpaper.

Though the wall was covered, there was a shape formed underneath it, as if covered up and hidden away so nobody would be able to see it. But you certainly saw it in the midst of your cleaning session. How could you not? It was practically staring you in the face, begging for you to tear it apart and peek beneath.

Standing up to enter the kitchen, you scrambled through the many janky drawers before finding one filled with all sorts of gadgets. The weirdest part was how many keys were tossed carelessly inside, in all different shapes and colors. Who the hell needed this many keys?

Finding a box cutter shoved in the back of the drawer, you returned to the living room. With a soft clank of the box cutter being released, you cut into the wallpaper and carefully cut around the edge of the covered square. It cut open easily, and when you tore away the wallpaper, you were surprised to see a door. A rather small one, but a door nonetheless.

You tried pressing it, tried tugging on it from the small crevices and cracks, but it wouldn’t budge. Gliding your finger along the old wood, you noticed a tiny keyhole on the left of the door.

God, it could be any of those keys in that drawer.

Returning to the kitchen yet again, you shuffled through the array of keys. Most looked normal, and after a few moments, you almost gave up – but as if the universe was finally being a bit nice to you, one key stood out in particular.

Black, old, and on the end, a shape of a button. It was unlike all of the other keys, and it seemed to call out to you, saying pick me, pick me!

When you grasped hold of the key and made your way back to the mysterious door in the living area, you entered the key into the hole. Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing yourself for a swarm of rats to leap out from behind the door (just your luck), you turned the key. To your surprise, that little button key was the right one after all. The small door unlocked, and as if moving on its own, slowly urged itself open.

Curiosity got the best of you, and you grabbed the edge of the door to tug it the rest of the way open.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you breathed out in disappointment when you saw nothing but brick covering up the hole. On the bright side, it wasn’t rats. On the not so bright side, it was very anticlimactic.

Sighing, you shut the door and locked it, securing it tight and returned the key to its original home in the kitchen drawer. With nothing left to do but swallow down your impending loneliness, you headed straight for bed upstairs, willing the clouds in your foggy mind away as well as that stupid little door downstairs.

“Evenin’, bonnie!” A voice called out from above you as you strolled along the side of the house. Glancing up, you noticed a new man standing on his small, metal patio, beaming down at you with a grin so big he might as well have been a damn cheshire cat. “You’re the new one they told me about. Caroline, yes?”

There it was, that mix up in your name again, just like John had done the day before. Did everyone in the building know your name before you could even properly introduce it?

“It’s Coraline,” you corrected with a small frown, head tilted up to study him from where he was carelessly leaning over the railings. “You’re… Soap?”

“The one and only, Miss Caroline,” Soap confirmed cheekily, and if it were even possible, his smile only grew larger. “Though, there is only one of you, I suppose. Must be pretty special if Laswell let you move in to the place, aye?”

It was similar to what John had said to you yesterday, and it only festered your undying curiosity on what exactly seemed to be the issue with you moving in. Surely, nobody else had moved in before you because of how much cleaning needed to be done inside, right? Nobody but you was crazy enough to move into a place so old and rundown, with such… strange neighbors.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him, unsure of what to say. He tilted his head with that obnoxious grin on his face, unfazed by your confusion.

“Is there something wrong with my apartment here?” you finally asked, causing him to laugh loudly and shrug his shoulders. Not exactly the answer you were hoping for, but you didn’t expect anything different from a man who seemed so out of touch. A bit crazy, even.

“You tell me, Caroline. Do you think there’s something wrong with the place?”

“...No?”

“Then nothing’s wrong, lass. Quite the silly one, aren’t you?”

He was making your head hurt. If John and Gaz were strange, then Soap was even stranger.

“Right,” you muttered with a small huff, clearly not amused by his lack of explanation. “Well… it was nice meeting you, Soap. Suppose I’ll see you around.”

“‘Course, Miss Caroline.”

You didn’t even bother to correct him.

“And please, can you maybe tone it down with the music? It’s a bit much, you know.”

Soap grinned, all perfect teeth on display, and straightened himself up along the railings to rest his palms on them. He was a bit boyish in a way, and you couldn’t tell if it was creepy or perhaps you were just a bit too judgmental.

He hummed in response, but said nothing. You took that as your opportunity to leave, facing forward to continue your descent around the house in your eagerness to explore the land.

“I’ll turn down the music if you promise not to go through the little door, Miss Caroline,” he practically sang in amusement, and when you whipped your head back around to look up at him again, he was gone from the patio. All you heard was the sound of his door, as well as his faint snickering that disappeared as it shut behind him.

You stood there, dumbfounded, as you stared at the cracked wood of his door from where he resided upstairs. First, John knew your name. Now, Soap knew about the little door. Even worse, he somehow knew you had discovered it and made attempts to open it to peek inside.

You made a mental note to look for hidden cameras in your apartment when you returned from your exploration of the property.

The land that surrounded the Pink Palace was certainly much more peaceful than the peculiar residents that lived there with you. Though the sky was still a gloomy gray that you knew you’d have to grow accustomed to, the light breeze and dark green of the trees was enough to be considered a pretty sight.

Walking along the dirt trail, the silence you had once dreaded the night before was now welcome. It allowed your fuzzy mind to take a break and simply enjoy the nature around you.

You lost track of how long you had spent along the path, but the pleasant quiet was broken by the snap of a branch behind you. Immediately, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and you whirled around without a single thought to see if somebody had been following you without your knowledge.

A faint meow was heard, and your eyebrows furrowed as you shifted your gaze to the ground where a small, black cat moseyed along the path in such a careless manner, as if it hadn’t given you a fright.

“Hi, kitty,” you greeted with a soft smile, crouching down to its level. It didn’t approach you and instead, stared. If you didn’t know any better, it seemed almost bored of you. “Ah. Not that friendly, huh?”

The cat sat on its haunches, making no effort to move towards you, but also didn’t attempt to leave. It simply sat there, yellow eyes boring into yours, lazily tilting its head at you. You tilted your head back, mirroring its actions. It was then you noticed a thin collar around its neck, name tag on display. You tilted your head some more, squinting in attempts to see it better without getting closer and scaring it off.

“Si,” you read aloud, humming in acknowledgement. “Alright, Si. Nice to meet you. I’ll be on my way, so don’t follow me, okay? I don’t have anything to feed you. Sorry, little guy.”

You stood from your crouched position, eyes lingering on the cat as his own eyes followed your movements. It felt as if he was studying you, and maybe even judging you if that was even possible for a cat.

The sky was beginning to darken in the slightest, so you knew it was safer to head on home, back to the Pink Palace. You just prayed you didn’t run into any of the neighbors on your way.

With a small nod to Si, you stepped past him and began your journey back to your home. The cat watched you go, eyes watching you disappear down the path before following far behind, completely unbeknownst to you.

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i just say fuck it and post without proofreading so if you see any errors, no u didn't 🙏🏻 pls be patient with me, I promise i'm trying to get this allll set up so the fun can begin ):<

[ranchracoon]

Colors (Donna Beneviento x GN! Reader)

Black. The ink on parchment that's smeared, because you touched it before it fully dried. The aura of impending doom that compliments the walk from the village to the manor. Black is doubt, uncertainty, questioning why you're doing this. Her dress is black, as was her entire world; a gradient of blacks and grays until you stepped over the threshold. It is her disdain, her anger at how easily you adjust and ruin her routine but Mother sent you, and she is the darkest consumer of light. Her aura is black, she is a shadow along the walls, a flicker in the corner of your eye. She hovered near you, doubtful you knew but if you did you said nothing, only shrugged it off to continue working.

You smelled like violets, a fresh breath of spring amongst the stagnant air of dust and mold. Donna never admitted it, thinking herself clever when she would sneak into your room; she would steal a few droplets of your scented oil and inhale until her brain felt fuzzy. Every time you finished cleaning a room, you would decorate it with violets. Donna often wondered where you got them, it's far too cold in the mountains for them. So she decided to follow you.

The greenhouse of course. Before you were sent to the manor you had been rebuilding the greenhouse next to her former gardener's home. It was the first time you fully saw her. She stepped into an alien planet of greenery. Flowers, shrubs, trees, vegetables, even fruit. You could bloom a lily in a desert. It made Donna cry, and rather than probe her for why she was crying, you sat on the dirt floor with her. That was too good to be true, you were too good to be true.

The best part was there were none of those invasive, yellow flowers. They bloom along the pathway to her home, mocking her failure at helping people. That's all she wanted to do, instead she doomed them to a life of damnation by their own hand. The stingy, smoker's yellow even coated itself onto her walls. She remembers, you turned your hands raw from trying to scrub the walls only to scrub the wallpaper clean off. Donna wasn't mad. Instead, she helped you replace it with something more vibrant, something different.

Orange was the very first fight. Donna insisted you move into the manor, so that you stayed closer. You had never gotten angry with her before, but she didn't explain why she wanted you in the manor. So instead she locked you away, kept you trapped inside her doll house. Orange was the realization you were hurting, so when she let you go she hurdled herself into a frenzy of orange. She destroyed everything she touched, and when there was nothing left to destroy she cried. She cried until she felt the softest speckle of touch upon her shoulder, you had returned to her.

She couldn't take it any longer after that. A midnight love confession, banging desperately at your door and the searing hot kiss that followed when you opened. A promise. A promise you made to be with her forever, you always kept your promises, and Donna believed you. Full of passion, a moment of vulnerability when she gave herself to you and you greeted her with kindness, patience, and love. Love is red; but so is anger. Donna often got angry never at you but at herself, and each time she calmed down, you would be there. Until you weren't. You had been gone for such a long time, she trusted you because you always returned. Why didn't you come back? Red is panic, scurrying, the blood pumping through her veins as she invisioned your demise. What found instead, made her vision red. It was the other woman's lipstick; the one who you made laugh.

Donna did not see you brush away the woman's advancing hand, nor the uneasy shuffle of your feet. She did not see the desperation to leave on your face, or hear the countless excuses. No; red devoured her world like an open wound seeping into a bandage. Red is dragging, screaming, gnawing, gnashing, clawing, and slashing. It is what circles the drain of her tub, as droplets of it drip from her fingertips. It is the splatters amongst the tiles, and walls that will remind her no matter how hard she scrubs. The paleness of her skin is stained red.

Fully clothed in her black dress as the water washes away her sobs, her tears and water becoming one. She sits, clutching to her chest, a doll that looks like you. It has your hair, that goofy smile, but it will never truly compare to you though. In the end, as the light dims from your eyes, you will keep your promise: to be hers, forever.

[sang8262]

just some passing thoughts about the default pose/ keyart for every character, and noticing some design choices for JP (obviously, who else would i be talking about in detail)

so this is JP's:

..but it's easier to talk about it after looking at some of the other casts' artworks first

Marisa's is clearly connected to her stage, The Colosseum

the background is a sandy brown and the effects are an eruption of rose petals, which also litter the ground of her stage floor

the shape of the rose petal explosion is also impactful and passionate, almost like a spray of blood. it all fits her character well

then, we have styles like Blanka, which reference the electricity of his attacks. it's also got this hand drawn and comical look to it that work well with his personality.

the blue background is simple: just keeps in line with his overall color palette, so ofc it's going to work well

finally, we have ones like Juri's. more abstract, but you get what kind of emotion they wanted to convey with it. it's miasmic, the black and pink/ purple looks like an evil aura, which fits her perfectly.

her background also has these, action line like smears that suggest movement, or how the lights of the city blur past as you speed on a motorcycle

i could go through the full cast's, but the point is that many of them are quite easy to identity what and why they chose what they did.

Cammy's is in the shape of a triangle: a delta symbol, for Delta Red. Guile's got stripes that are like the US flag, green for military. Kimberly's is basically her spraypaint, AKI has flowers for her 'snake among the flowers' theme. etc etc

which is partially why i couldnt help but look at JP's and be a bit confused at first (prompting this post lol)

the background is more straight forward: the same burgundy, velvet-ish red that's used in his title cards. it's a luxurious color that fits him well

most of the other artworks also have this, vignette effect towards the bottom, so im not surprised that JP's does as well. but his seems emphasized more, making the red look like running blood stains on a wall. regal and sinister, i like it but then the grey paint smear behind him. so far, a lot of the 'effects' use the colors for each character's drive impact. JP's, does not. his in game is a bright, gold-cream white (much like his default costume's cape), that turns into a darker purple, for his psycho power.

but the smear here is a concrete grey, streaked straight down making it look like torn wallpaper. if the velvet red background is his outer appearance- the nice paints that everyone sees on first interaction- then the grey is what it's really like underneath: the cold, uncaring foundations of a building, exposed by being ripped off the canvas

it also runs vertical, giving a very, oppressive look to it compared to if it were horizontal or some other gesture-y smear anyway, just some thoughts about what they might've been trying to evoke with his key art. i like it a lot, even though his pose is just. him standing there lmao. not literally a t-pose, but it's got the t-pose energy yknow what i mean

[dumpitos]

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[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

A friend of mine at work told me she loved reading my stories. I will periodically put a few anecdotes on Facebook and this is what she was talking about. So as an end of the year gift I am putting together a lot of my essays As I did, it inspired me to write something new.

This was on my mind as I go to visit my Uncle Tony this weekend.

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@elderberriesandarsenic

We remember the dead by telling their stories, so a part of them lives on in whoever reads it.

My father and uncle had a rift that never healed,

Before I tell the story, ut first I must describe to you their mother's home,

It was built in the 1920s by my grandfatger, the furniture was last updated bought 1950s on and was never changed. There were bedrooms with two beds each in them and then a master bedroom the kitchen, a dining room, a large living room and the most beautiful yet compact bathroom I have ever seen. There was both a back porch and then a small patio type wallpaper was of Fantastical things l with gazebo like overhead beams for hanging plants that look over a garden . There was also true incredibly large storage units all the property including a garage and also a seller . The house itself was up on a hill just High Enough that you could see most of the neighborhood and if you looked to the east you could see the highway that ran all the way through town . And my teenage years , in the summer, I was tasked with maintaining the enormous yard . In those days there were more trees that I can count, bushes, and grapevines. Many nights were spent watching the lights of the Town link on while you two played on my boombox sitting on the concrete patio ..

The walls of the room were covered in the most fantastic wallpaper. I had never seen designs like these before or since : Japanese sailing ships, gold on a background of gray. Huge Golden Rose blossoms on a brown background, & other designs I cannot remember.

Both curtains and lamp shades were of heavy fabric and ringed with tassels, It gave the living room a dark, exotic, otherworldly feel and an aura like stepping back in time to a distant foreign land.

I can't recall the flooring type but it was not carpeted the surface was shiny and made of whatever plastic material, but just like the walls, the patterns were singularly artistic, flat, smooth and colorful. My earliest memories are of sitting on that floor as a toddler, playing with felt covered wind up mice my grandfather kept.

The pantry was always full and while my Maw Maw was a wizard at Lebanese cooking, every cracker cookie chip and candy in her house tasted like it was decades old. The tastes of my memories there are of taboule, cabbage rolls, spaghetti with slices of rost beef instead of meatball, and conversely, the cloying taste of staleness.

In almost ever room, above almost every door, was some type of cross and three quarters of the walls displayed the most horrifyingly realistic images of Christ suffering. I will never forget them because they were the illustrations for my first lesson in shame and embarrassment.

When I was around 7 or so, my rich, teenage cousins from El Paso came to visit. I was the poor, half-breed relation and I guess they just wanted to mess with me.

“Hey do you know who that is?”, they asked, pointing to one of the depictions of our Lord and Savior.

I had no freaking idea.

Because of his Catholic upbringing, my dad despised religion, religion in any form, but most is specially Catholicism.

My mother, while a churchgoer on and off for most of her life, thought that Catholics were snobby and stuck up. Looking back, my father's family was probably the only example she had to go on, so of course she thought that.

When I said I didn't know as they pointed to one of the many Christs on the wall, they howled

“YOU DON’T KNOW JESUS?!”, and then pointed to every single Jesus plaque and picture

“HIM!? You don't know HIM!?”

I remember saying “...Well…. he looks like he's in a lot of pain ….”

I remember this was met with laughter.

It's pretty funny because looking back, I can't remember one single thing they told me about Jesus. However, I will never ever forget the shame I felt. I was obviously the only person on Earth whose parents didn't love her enough to tell her about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. What the hell was wrong with me ?!

That was a pretty heavy thought for a 7-year-old.

My father had two brothers, Tony and Johnny. Both of them were younger and Johnny was born so late and Maw Maw's life that he was stuck with the mentality of a 5-year-old. This combined with the fact that he towered over me, caused me enough fear as a child that I avoided him when possible.

I don't know what kind of relationship my dad and Uncle Tony had as children. All I know is what my father told me in what I was able to observe on my own. My father and Tony were both expected to help out and take over with the clothing store that my grandfather built by hand. He literally went from being a door to door salesman to building his own store.

Whether my dad had any ambition on his own I will never know because he was the dutiful son who toiled loyally with his father. Uncle Tony however, was not so inclined. He wanted to work at electronics. My father said this was fine, Tony could go off to school, get a degree, in return and make his own TV repair shop in town. That way he would be close enough in case his father needed him. And possibly he could still help out his father when necessary.

Again, I will never know if my father wanted to go off to college but Uncle Tony was the son that got to. But once he got his degree he did not return. He took a job in El Paso for Texas Instruments building calculators and he never looked back.

He never returned to help my grandfather nor my father even when my grandfather passed away. After that things between Tony and my dad became very strained. If Tony tried to contact Dad by phone he was told my dad was busy or not there at all. If he came to visit in one of his fancy new cars throwing his money around, my dad simply disappeared, saying he was running errands and would not return until my uncle left.

This left me to stand in for my dad, and my uncle insisted on taking me out to dinner. Of course my dad's Pride would cause him to give me money and insist that I pay for the meal.

Yes, as an awkward adolescent, undiagnosed autistic child I was expected to stand up and insist on paying for everything. That absolutely never happened because I was terrified. So of course I allowed my uncle to pay, I went back and assured my father that I had paid for it and pocketed whatever money he gave me because I could not think of any other way out of it.

Several years later Uncle Tony decided that it would be best to move Maq Maw and Johnny to El Paso to live with him.

I'm not sure what he told my father but I could guess it was along the lines of “I'm richer and I can take better care of her than you.”

I honestly do not know how old she was at the time. She had always been old as long as I can remember, a small plump woman in long dresses and aprons who spoke no English, only Arabic and Spanish.

She had lived in the same house, had the same friends, gone to the same church, in the same neighborhood, her entire life. I doubt she was in any shape to even go to El Paso much less be moved there. No matter how much my dad protested Tony insisted and so that was what happened.

Less than a year after the move, she died. Being left to his own devices, Johnny drank himself to death a few years later.

That was the last straw: dad never forgave him and rightfully so. Dad still refused his calls, and if Tony tried to contact him by mail, dad instructed me to write: Return to Sender– addressee deceased on the envelope.

They did not speak again until Dad was on his Deathbed.

[multifandomwhore-003]

"𝑩𝒆𝒋𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅" 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟗𝟎𝟎+ 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Sapphire tears on my face Sadness became my whole sky But some guy said my aura's moonstone Just 'cause he was high And we're dancin' all night And you can try to change my mind But you might have to wait in line What's a girl gonna do? A diamond's gotta shine

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Character Intro: Pherusa (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Golly Goddess, Bearer of Fruits by the people of Olympius

Mom by her daughters

Age- 37 (immortal)

Location- Arcadia, Olympius

Personality- She's a bubbly goddess with a carefree aura. She's creative, free-spirited, & close to nature. She's a lesbian and is casually dating.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of substance & farm estates her other powers/abilities include karpokinesis (fruit manipulation/generation), juice manipulation, limited photokinesis, being able to telekinetically control farming equipment, limited chlorokinesis (as it pertains to hay & grass), and limited atmokinesis.

Pherusa is the mother of the seasonal goddesses- Thallo (goddess of spring & new growth), Auxo (goddess of summer, vegetation, & plants), and Carpo (goddess of autumn & fruits).

She lives in the state of Arcadia in a french style cottage. There's a few acres of farmland along with a LARGE orchard (meant for fruit production). The interior design of the cottage is very romantic and provençal with a mix of vintage and country furniture pieces, a color palette of cream, beige, tawny, pale blue, & pastel yellow, artwork with pastural or natural themes, natural hardwood flooring, and toile de juoy patterns on wallpaper & curtains.

In addition to the farm animals, she has an animal companion- a female griffin named Honey. Honey is Pherusa's usual mode of transportation when traveling great distances, like visiting her daughters in New Olympus or visiting faraway friends. She mostly gets around in her classic 70's style bright orange VW beetle.

She always starts of her mornings with a session of yoga.

Instead of lotion, she moisturizes her skin with coconut oil.

Pherusa loves her "chickadees." She doesn't play favorites and loves her daughters equally. Pherusa not only makes it a priority to spend time as a family, but also individually- whether it's surfing with Auxo, bike riding with Thallo, or going to the farmer's market with Carpo. They also play music together with Pherusa being a featured artist on The Gypsy Belles' bonus track "Prairie Poets" on their album A Vintage Year.

She can play the acoustic guitar, autoharp, & the dobro!

A typical breakfast for her is belgian style whole grain waffles topped with cottage cheese, sauteed apples, maple syrup, and cinnamon sugar along with a fruit salad parfait & scrambled eggs added with sausage, onions, peppers, and tomatoes. She also likes several slices of lightly toasted white bread topped with butter & different kinds of fruit marmalades. From her own cereal brand her favorites are the summer berries flavor, the vanilla spice flakes, the apple cinnamon o's, and the oatmeal peanut butter.

Pherusa keeps her red hair in a neck length lob. She likes the Glory's Crown citrus and herbal musk shampoo & conditioner as well as the apricot oil hair spray.

Instead of perfume, she prefers to use fruit essential oils (behind her ears, inside her wrists, on her ankles, between her bosom, and on the side of her neck). Her favorite essential oils are the pink grapefruit, passionfruit, cherry, & apple.

Pherusa's closet consists of form hugging dresses, wedges, platform sandals, flowy mini skirts, bright colors, bold patterns, high waisted flare pants, and peasant blouses.

A go-to drink for her is her homemade carrot juice. She also likes coconut water, watermelon juice, citrus infused mineral water, iced tea, peach lemonade, ginger ale, pomegranate tea, lychee-passionfruit boba tea, red sangrias, aperol spritzes, orange soda, appletinis, cherry sazeracs, seabreeze cocktails, and champagne. Usuals from The Roasted Bean include a large iced green tea & an olympian sized fruit punch splash.

Pherusa's favorite makeup products to use is the Olmorfia blush powder in "strawberry crush", the plumping lip glaze in "persimmon" (a bold reddish brown), and the Museology UV liquid eyeliner in "electric shock", a bright neon yellow.

Her ultimate guilty pleasure is a large pizza topped with pineapple, yellow peppers, & jalapeños.

Pherusa's primary source of income comes from her cereal brand Golly Grains, the 2nd most popular after Earthly Harvest. Golly Grains' animated commercials and online ads are quite popular as well as its slogan- "A golly way to start your day!" To help out her daughters, she models for their clothing brand Treis Epochés.

From The Bread Box, she likes the chicken salad sandwich along with a watermelon feta salad.

Some of her favorite frozen treats include pineapple coconut ice cream, mango sorbet, and pomegranate sorbet.

In the pantheon Pherusa has a deep friendship with most of the agricultural deities like Demeter (goddess of the harvest & agriculture) and Eunostos & Promylaia (goddesses of the flour mill). Pherusa is the noná to Krysothemis, the daughter of Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest). Her best friend is his sister Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest). Pherusa loves traveling to Eleusis to see her, looking forward to her delicious corn pudding! She even views Eubouleus (god of the swine & ploughing) as a father figure. Pherusa is also friends with Kéfi (goddess of mirth), Apheleia (goddess of simplicity), Thilasmós (goddess of nursing), Anatole (goddess of sunrise), Damia (goddess of naturalness), Elais (goddess of oil), Nymphe (goddess of self-care), Rhapso (goddess of sewing), Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection), Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music), Livádi (goddess of meadows), Eváeros (goddess of air & the zodiacs), and Záchari (god of confectionery).

She loves snacking on plaintain chips.

Her and Thilasmós often bond over about the attention and comments they get due to their ample chests.

Pherusa went to New Olympus Fashion Week for the first time last year when Rhapso got her & Eváeros exclusive front-row tickets.

She appeared once in a nude spread for Zeus' mens' magazine. Her photoshoot "broke the internet" for a few minutes when the images made its way on Fatestagram.

Some of her favorite desserts are Záchari's honeyed fig crostatas (dusted on top with an extra helping of powdered sugar), Eváeros' ambrosia salad, Karme's peach bourbon upside-down bundt cake, and the orange lemon pound cake from Hollyhock's Bakery.

As for her love life, Pherusa is enjoying her singledom and meeting new people. Her last serious relationship was with an anthousai named Amaryllis. Pherusa has a few dating apps on her smartphone- also having gone out on more than one date with a maenad named Rhiannon. A couple of months ago Pherusa flew to Cyprus to hang out with Philotes. They had fun at a nightclub, got a bit tipsy, and ended up making out on the dancefloor. Things got steamier when Philotes went down on her in the nightclub's bathroom. Days later, Philotes reached out to her to "clear the air" with them admitting their attraction to each other. Pherusa was taken aback when Philotes offered up the idea to sleep with each other while her husband Priapus (god of fertility, vegetable gardens, livestock, sexuality, & masculinity) watches, without participating. She hasn't given her an answer yet.

Pherusa has a growing collection of Diamond Ave. fruit themed jeweled clutches. She herself was able to get the orange slice one (which costs 4,000 drachmas) while Karme got her the peach shaped one. As a summer solstice gift last year, Rhapso got her the pineapple shaped one!

In her free time she enjoys sunbathing, gardening, swimming, cooking, baking, bike riding, reading, shopping, spending time with her daughters, golf, fishing, and spending time with her friends.

Her favorite meals include chilled peach soup with fresh goat cheese, roasted lamb chops with a cherry glaze, and coconut chicken curry with white rice.

"If you eat today, thank a farmer."