#it could fit in with the colour scheme and everything

[anonmonitor]

Do you think that the Mandatory Hacking Device in Tron 3 is going to be a flipper zero?

[imerian]

Vr46 academy keychains

Set of five charms that all match in different ways

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Open for detailed pictures of each one

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ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

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I ran out of tags so I'll say it here but i would greatly appreciate a reblog, especially if you share your thoughts on these pieces in tags (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(Also i forgot that bez have matching part with luca so I didn’t add that to tags sorry

[forcedhesitation]

*wheeze* slowly, but surely, working on art of them all

[actual-changeling]

We don't talk enough about the fact that RIGHT after Memento Mori we get an episode where a woman's fiance is killed and she loves him so much she literally brings (a version of) him back to life.

He died shortly before their wedding, and in the end she performs the ceremony with him and then releases his "soul" and mourns him. Scully and Mulder witness most of it.

I already mentioned the parallels to DeadAlive at some point:

But when you compare Kaddish to Memento Mori the similarities are practically screaming at you. The title itself refers to a Jewish prayer of mourning and fits perfectly.

Not only is the colour scheme the same just reversed, the actions and their positioning mirror each other too. Add to that the fact that these are Jewish traditions and thus by extension Mulder's traditions and you have a vortex of pain.

The woman's father even says that she tried to bring him back with her love—but he's merely a husk, a dead man walking. I think you could say that Scully is already a dead woman walking at this point, though by Redux it's quite literal. They both know that, they both were forced to confront it at the hospital, they are both aware that there's a timer looming above them as it ticks and ticks.

Mulder and Arial cannot accept reality, so they fight it with their beliefs. Belief in the truth, in God and her traditions, it all comes down to a matter of faith.

Here are some comparisons of what I consider to be the most important shots/parallels.

My favourite part, however, is the ending.

Scully shows up and helps Mulder back on his feet (he got knocked down by said semi-revived now-husband) and then asks him about what's happening.

Saying Goodbye.

We get a wonderful shot of Mulder's face as he says it, and oh look it's familiar devastation and grief! From the moment he learns about her diagnosis, Mulder is both preemptively grieving her and simultaneously refusing to accept any of it. No matter how far he tries to run from it, he'd never run from Scully and thus cannot escape her equally inescapable death sentence.

Arial had to accept the death of Isaac and Mulder has to accept Scully's fate.

Without wanting to, Mulder is already beginning to say goodbye and preparing himself for the loss he knows will destroy him. Everything Mulder does, from looking for a cure to celebrating her birthday because it might be her last, is his personal song of mourning—his prayer directed at everyone and no one.

He invented wishing her back to life and did it over and over again, however many times it takes; he needs her more than he needs to breathe.

[live-laugh-lenney]

You should so do a fic where the reader has a podcast (like saving grace) and everyone noticed how comparable she and Arthur seem he. He’s a guest (even though she’s like much more extroverted) would be fun🤞❤️

oh, this would be so cute :'))

if there was one thing yn felt comfortable doing, it was waffling.

she just loved to talk. about anything and everything, from what she had read on twitter to what she had heard about online to a brand new documentary that she had taken an interest in when flicking the channels on the television. delving deep into topics that had endless possibilities, spewing off facts that she'd read about online and putting her own thoughts forward in certain aspects that she found interesting and favourable to whoever she was with.

when she came up with the idea of hosting her very own podcast, in the middle of a housewarming party for one of her friends, she was excited to have a platform where she could let her own thoughts be freed yet she was also terrified it wouldn't take off and that she'd make it to a respectful ten episodes before she gave in and decided it wasn't something that the world needed.

when her first episode came out, she had asked james marriott to be her very first guest. one of her best friends, someone she had known for a while, someone who she felt comfortable around and gave her the space to speak freely without making her feel judged. allowing him to promote his new album as well as allowing them to discuss all kinds of musical knowledge from who their favourite bands were and who he would love to open for on a world tour.

and it took off.

earning herself over half a million views in the passing of one day, a lot of youtube subscribers who were offering their own suggestions on the different guests she could have and the more positivity she saw, the more she read, the more excited she was to continue.

she had herself a sweet studio; big beanbags instead of chairs, with a blanket draped over the back of each one and a decorative pillow that was there for added comfort and matched the colour scheme of the whole room, with shelves nailed to the wall full of relatable objects and images that fit her branding - images of her friends, her podcast name in neon lights and a few faux plants that hung low. it was just a simple setup but it felt homely and that was the vibe she had planned from the very beginning.

"good morning, good afternoon or good evening, depending on when you're checking in. i'm yn and welcome back to the one and only podcast on youtube dot com where we just sit and talk shit for an hour," she grins widely at the camera, cosying back into the beanbag beneath her and crossing her legs, hand holding the microphone to her lips, "today, we're joined the king of 90 day fiancé. it's mister arthur television."

"hello, hi."

he gives the camera a short wave and smiles widely, already having cosied himself down in a similar manner to the way yn was sitting in her beanbag, their shoes (both a sucker for comfort and choosing their air force 1's over any other trainer) kicked off aimlessly onto the rug in the middle of the room and left in a heap, his jacket draped over the back of his seat.

"thank you for having me," he looks in her direction, "this is definitely one of my favourite sets i've ever been on. it feels so homey and wholesome."

"i tried to base it on what my bedroom back home used to look like as a teenager," she giggles softly, looking over her shoulder and flicking on the orb lamp that was placed on a shelf above their heads for a bit of additional lighting to fit the ambience of the room, "i was such a tumblr girl growing up, i think it shows."

"i was gon'a say," he laughs and she rolls her eyes in his direction, "it feels very nice. very comforting. especially with the blankets."

"my nana knitted them for me," yn states, "just for this podcast. she's an avid listener, my number one fan, ."

"really?"

"no. i'm kidding," yn laughs softly and he looks across to her, "i don't think she really gets the whole podcast thing, to be honest. she's only just started to understand the whole youtube thing, bless her. she's a sweet soul and i love her but she's so innocent when it comes to all things technological."

"you should use that story more," arthur insists and adjusts himself in the seat as he felt himself sliding down into a slouch, "it adds more story to the setup. it's cute."

"i'll tell her you said that. she'll love it," yn giggles, 'but, anyway. you, arthur frederick, are one of my most requested guests to appear on my podcast."

arthur's eyes widened and he can feel the heat covering his cheeks as he looks across to her, microphone still held tight to his lips, hoping it hid the shy smile that grew on his lips.

"seriously. i had people practically spamming me on twitter to get you on here," she explains and looks at the camera, "you're a loved man, aren't you?"

"i guess i am," he admits shyly, "people are also asking me and isaac to get you on the bach and arthur podcast. close second to george."

"we'll have to make that happen," yn grins widely, "the viewers would love that crossover. chaos crew and little ol' me."

"i think you'd fit in perfectly," he says, "at least i'll have someone on there that appreciates my facts and interesting tidbits of information. it gets lost amongst them. they're not so intelligent when it comes to you and i."

she snorts and shakes her head, dropping her eyes down to her lap before she looks back up; he wasn't lying, truth be told. she was no stranger to being in a conversation with him, at parties and at events both of them were attending, that involved exchanged fact after fact after fact with each other, hours passing by as they discussed nature topics and the newest piece of information to do with outer space and all the theories coming from online.

with the hour closing in, she didn't want the conversations to end. and she knew, in the back of her mind, that she needed him back on her podcast for another episode because he understood her. and she understood him. and their talks flowed effortlessly with no need for extra encouragement from those around them in the room.

he was an interesting man and she wanted more.

both personally and for her podcast.

--

anyone else getting heart eye vibes from the two of them???

yn was in her element for this episode!!

arthur being on this podcast just made my day. we need more of the two of them!!!

the way there was no silence at all this entire episode. conversations flow between these two.

the two of them are the same person, i swear.

without a doubt, arthur is the male version of yn. that's adorable.

its like the universe copied and pasted their personalities into two people of the opposite genders. that's so cute!!

--

"the podcast episode was a hit thanks to you."

yn surprises him and made him jump as she approached him at the bar, his figure turning from where he was stood with his back to her so he could pull her in for a hug, and she grins up at him before her own arms wrapped around his waist. a sex on the beach cocktail held tight in her hand and she was careful not to spill it down the back of his shirt.

"i was wondering where you were," he says and lets go of her to pick up his beer that had been placed on the bartop, "when you texted me to say you were coming to chris' birthday drinks, i knew i had to come and find you when you arrived."

"looks like i beat you to it," she says and she takes a sip of her drink through the straw, "people loved the two of us together on there."

"yeah?"

she nods quickly.

"i'm pretty sure it was the best episode to date. figures wise," she says and he grins widely, looking over her shoulder and seeing a free table in the corner of the room, using his head to indicate for her to look at where he was looking, "i'm gon'a need you to feature again, for sure."

she turns on her heels and wiggles her way through the crowd, the feeling of his hand resting on the base of her back driving her insane as she set her drink down on the table and hopped up on the stool, watching as he did the same.

"i'm not keeping you from chris, am i?"

"no, he's about to hop on the karaoke with isaac," arthur cackles out loud and looks over his shoulder at where his two friends were arguing over the song book, "i'm too sober for that at the moment so I can't think of anything worse right now."

"you're not one of those party poopers, are you?"

"no," he shakes his head, "i just need to be almost blackout drunk in order to belt out my lungs really, really poorly."

"i think i need to get some shots in you then because i really need to see that tonight." xx

[completeoveranalysis]

[1]

Almost missed this cover entirely but luckily this blog saved me.

Chapitre 220 - 'The Strongest Magic' or 'The Ultimate Magic'

Splash text: Turn weakness to strength, despair to hope, carve out the proof that you have lived!

And OH THIS IS GORGEOUS!

MATCHING FAMILY BATTLE OUTFITS?!

THE SYAORANS WEARING THE EXACT SAME ARMOUR WITH IDENTICAL SWORDS??

And one of them looking like he has his hand on the other’s shoulder?!

I love it. Even if it’s actually just hovering above the shoulder or something the visual effect is enough for me. 

From the eye colour I think I would guess this is Daddyaoran and Lava Lamp? But I suppose it could just as equally being Lava Lamp and Syaoran. It’s fun either way - either it’s married couple Kurogane and Fai taking their two sons on a battle trip or it’s Lava Lamp and his three dads on an adventure. We win either way!

I really enjoy that Kurogane and Fai have their signature colour schemes (Red and Black/Blue and White) on opposing sides of the page, while the Syaorans have their own unique cape colours that swirl out between them on either side. (or not quite capes. Whatever those are) It makes this so much more dynamic than it would be without the splashes of colour and brings so much energy and action to what is essentially a still pose. And it’s fitting that the (capes?) are red and blue, as it helps the Syaorans be distinct from each other but lets them match the character that they share the physical space with on each page (Fai on the left page, Kurogane on the right). 

But! No matter which page you were looking at individually, you would still see a small splash of the opposing colour. I think I even have an example, here we go:

If you were only looking at the left page, which is predominantly blue and white, you still get some red at the bottom. And on the right page with its blacks and reds you still have a flash of blue in the middle. Which matches the yin-yang symbol that is Syaoran’s soul - where even if you are strongly on one side of the symbol there is still always some of the opposite side inescapably in there. And the melding together of the two colour schemes creates the family that they’ve built together in everything that they’ve been through. AND, the bridge connecting the two pages, the moment of contact between them, is Syaoran’s hand on the other Syaoran’s shoulder. Which is SO FITTING I COULD SCREAM. 

So with that in mind this is probably Lava Lamp and Syaoran right? With Syaoran on the right, with his strong connection with Kurogane (think the time they trained together in Outo), and Lava Lamp on the left, who trends closer to Fai (I think, like in the conversation they had when Lava Lamp shared his backstory with them in the Clow ruins). 

Now the only mystery I have is this bit. 

Which I’m sure is not supposed to be a mystery but I just don’t know what that bit sticking up is. I know it’s NOT Kurogane’s leg but that’s what my eye sees every time, which makes it look like Kurogane is doing a fancy little Bayonetta kick off to the side.  

Which I would be in full support of, for the record. 

[gaymakima]

rating different ozpins out of 10

There's a lot of them. Long post ahoy.

Volume 1: pale ass man. flings his students into Grimm-infested forests and does not give a FUCK. not actually listening to anyone half the time my autistic king. despite the limited animation, you look into this man's eyes and you can tell he's secretly a little shit (affectionate). 9/10

Volume 2: I was gonna put a screenshot of his face and talk about how much better the lighting is in this volume but I saw this on the wiki and this man has NO ASS. He has NO CAKE. the dilf caring mentor vibes this volume are off the charts yet i can't get over this shot. 4/10 the no ass really hurts him

Volume 3: Colourful lighting, soft gaze, blorbo burdened by the weight of his sins. Not so pale that it hurts to look at. His mischievous demeanour is gone in place of sad immortal old man vibes. A shame to see the silly go, but I love a man with flaws who tries his genuine best to do good. 8/10

Volume 5: This part of the OP was always so jarring to me. The silly has returned but they flattened him and it looks odd. Is he doing the :3 face? 2/10 for hiding it in profile.

Volume 6: The first Ozpin in Maya! Unfortunately, he has to contend with the original Ozma this episode, and sadly his one second of sad old man hours kind of gets outshined by fucking. everything his past incarnations go through. Nice to see him in model again though. 6/10 (Ozma is like. 10/10 btw)

Volume 9: this isn't even ozpin. -100000/10.

Chibi: This is peak. I don't even care anymore. I'll say it. RWBY chibi is the peak of rwby content and I'm tired of pretending it's not. this man is the embodiment of silly. he would :3 and he would have the decency to look at the camera when he does. if this oz ever met salem... okay he'd probably make things a lot worse but it would be really funny. 11/10

Ice Queendom: ∞/10 daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. da

This one render: what are you scheming about you shifty little fucker. this is the face of a man who has done something to mildly inconvenience you and he's waiting for you to realise it. gay ass smirk. i appreciate it for bringing back mischievous ozpin in the maya engine but there is something about this i do not trust. 6/10

(bonus) the exact same render but in this thumbnail with his ex wife: 9.5/10. Salem addition really brings out the best in this one. Ozlem in a romcom. He gets pegged and he's proud of it.

Volume 3 japanese poster: eh. it could be better. I don't sense the silly OR the sad old man OR the fuckable mentor in this one. 1/10.

Volume 6 poster: YEAARGHHH THATS WHAT I CALL ANGST, BABY!!!! 11/10!!!!

Viz manga: with this and ice queendom, the jp side of rwby understands how to make an ozpin that appeals to me, specifically. 20/10.

Playing card: the hand in his pocket. the other hand resting lazily on his cane like it's a fucking samurai sword. the slightly cocky smirk. this is Ozpin after spending a day with the Branwen Twins. a young raven and qrow saw this and thought he was the coolest fucking dude ever (he is not). was going to rank it a bit lower but due to my headcanon going straight to ozpin and bird twins I like it. 8/10

this shirt: i would comment more if i could see. 3/10?? he looks sad i think which is nice

DC Comics: PUT THAT FUCKING MOP HAIR BACK!!! -10/10!!! YOU GIVE QROW HIS HAIR GEL BACK RIGHT NOW MISTER

RWBY/JL: this is an imposter. his hair looks like fits on his head like lego figure hair. -2/10

conclusion: i want him to whimper.

[abrielarnold]

The song didn’t quite fit, but she had a feeling it wasn’t meant to. He was singing for someone else. Trying to call them back to him.

The Unknowable Tomorrow

by @screechthemighty

What a good good fic. I'm so excited for the next part in the series. (the suspense! aaaa!) The way Wolfwood is characterised and written is everything to me. The premise is fascinating and executed extremely well. I think about this fic a lot.

(process stuff below the cut because figuring out the composition for this was a fun challenge!)

i usually start with a pretty loose sketch layer, but when i tried to draw out the scene i quickly realised that i would need to figure out a much more solid base before i could even think about lineart. (looking back, this is still really close to the final composition, which is cool, because the scene in the fic is really strong and when i read it i could see it very clearly in my mind)

so first, (after a few days of agonising and scheming and rotating because i knew this was going to be A Challenge and a Proper Endeavor) i drew a quick birds eye view of the scene to kinda figure out what the field of view could be. then, i drew the vehicles at different angles so that i could have something to mix and match until i found a combo where everything fit together.

(this first concepting stage took as much time as the final lineart stage, with a lot of stopping and thinking and mental gymnastics, but i think that time spent getting everything in place really paid off!)

then i made a refined sketch (still loose, but confident and with the major shapes in play.) and a quick value layer to make sure the light sources would lead the eye where i wanted.

then i drew the lineart and a refined value layer to use as a base for my colour layer. (i really like how bold and punchy this layer turned out, and i think it really helped me remember to preserve a lot of intentional contrast)

at this stage, the rendering is pretty much there and it's almost done and i have a lot of time to plan out the colours as i go.

[seat-safety-switch]

Now that it's no longer winter in my part of the world, it's time to start thinking about buying winter clothing for next year. During the glorious four-and-a-half weeks we get before the snow falls again, the stores put out all their new ski gear for us to sample.

In Canada, it is critically important for your survival that you select only the finest things. A gap in a parka could mean a slow, icy death while waiting for the bus. Mittens that don't fit right will cost you a finger when you try to fumble for your keys to the mailbox. And the balaclava is the most problematic garment of all.

Don't believe me? Maybe you don't know what a balaclava is. It's Polish or French or something, for "ski mask." Balaclavae actually predate the existence of skiing, as they were discovered back in the stone age when cavemen needed to rob banks. And it's that aspect of their history that makes them so troubling nowadays.

While you don't need to go to a bank quite as often now as you used to, the tellers will still get a little on edge when you go in there to cash your pogey cheque while also wearing the classic uniform of a masked bank robber. I'm usually pretty good at remembering to remove them, but sometimes it's just a big hassle. A thin layer of ice covering it means that you'll get snow up your nostrils, and then you'll sound really stupid when you go to talk to the pretty bank teller at the end of the row. Plus your hair will be all fucked up. A non-starter. Better to just risk it, and keep the thing on.

What Canadian civilization needs is a way to separate effective weather gear from a criminal's disguise. Many have proposed alternative kinds of facial covering, ranging from balaclavas that are just brightly coloured, to a plastic mask with lifeless eyes saying "NOT A CROOK" even though it was clearly modelled after Brian Mulroney. These are half-measures, at best, and not enough to fix our broken society.

Here's what I propose: a ski mask licensing scheme. Everyone pays me a bunch of money when they wear their ski masks, fills out a little form, and I give them either a green (good person) or red (bad person) sticker. Then you just show your sticker to the teller, and everything is either fine or you suffer a brutal assault by the security guards. Sure, they could be counterfeit, but that would be illegal, and also why I would like to propose a companion red-and-green sticker licensing scheme.

[vaquelin]

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

“You’re moving out,”

Alhaitham repeated slowly, trying to process the information, “because you don’t like the flower I bought?”

“It’s not only about the flower!” Kaveh exclaimed and fell on the couch.

He hid his face in hands not to look at the crimson monstrosity in front of him. No, he didn’t want Alhaitham to look at him going out of his mind. To be honest, he wasn’t convinced of his decision for one minute straight. The flower was driving him crazy and after long hours in the darkness of his room he eventually discovered a real reason for that but it still didn’t feel enough to think about moving out. He had to admit that he got used to this place and Alhaitham’s presence. After nearly two years of living together, they knew each other's schedules and preferences by heart. They weren’t just housemates anymore; they had begun to understand each other.

“I doubt that anyone still follows your trace of thoughts.” Alhaitham sat on the edge of the couch.

His reaction caught Kaveh off guard. The Scribe was being careful, almost delicate—like it was too early for his usual sarcasm to take over. Kaveh expected him to laugh at the idea of moving out and even encourage him, just for the sake of another quarrel between them. And, Archons believe, he got pretty scared when Alhaitham started acting all serious about that. Kaveh had expected Alhaitham to dismiss the idea with rational arguments—not to take him seriously! Kaveh assumed that Alhaitham just pitied him and somehow that was even worse than mocking. But the true reason of his sudden decision was ridiculous. He didn’t want to admit it but why was it bothering him so much?

There was no use in further hiding the truth from Alhaitham.

“It’s about me! I’m the flower! I don’t fit into your turquoise-and-beige interior—like an odd puzzle piece that doesn’t belong. Like that yellow pot in the hallway painting! Like that random shoelace we can’t match to any shoes! What am I even saying!?” The nonsense just kept falling from his mouth.

Alhaitham had to silence him, before he embarrassed himself totally.

“That is true, your colour scheme do not match with the palette of this house. You wear red and everything around is blue or green. But let me assure you, Mr. Architect, no one besides you cares about that,” he sounded just so out of his character.

Kaveh could get used to this polite and caring side of Alhaitham, although it was confusing him at first.

“What?”

“Red and green just remind me of roses in full bloom. And honestly, I couldn’t care less if things are supposed to match or not.”

“Really? You don’t mind that I… that is, this flower… That it does not belong here?”

Alhaitham frowned. His expression became somehow even more serious, so that Kaveh felt the meaning of his words down in his soul. “I invited it to my house, so it does belong here.”

Now he felt stupid. How could he let his insecurity skew the image of Alhaitham, always rational Scribe, who never gets carried away. He was like a bucket of cold water when Kaveh was a wildfire of complex emotions. At the same time, Kaveh could be the gentle blow that keeps Alhaitham’s match on fire, so that he never burns out. They completed each other, whether they admitted it or not. But what if Kaveh’s fire burned too bright?

“Still I… Where are you going?”

Alhaitham left the living room and came back after few minutes with two glasses and a bottle of wine. At first the Architect thought that it had to be a dream.

“The wine is red, it should not fit in this interior, but you shall agree with me that this is the item that works just fine in the current situation.”

“It’s hard to deny your logic,” concurred Kaveh, taking the glass.

The next hour they spent drinking and talking, just like if they were again students in Akademiya.

“I think I worry that much because I quite adore your intelligence,” casually mentioned Kaveh.

He then took another sip of wine, missing the way Alhaitham stiffened beside him. A sudden silence set in. After a while the Architect looked up concerned to discover that his friend was as red as the ugly flower.

“What- What happened?”

He was sure he didn’t say anything inappropriate. Nothing that could cause such a reaction. Alhaitham however seemed as if Kaveh at least proposed to him.

“Y-you… Did you just say that you… adore me?” he sounded so genuinely scared that the Architect barely kept himself from laughing.

He was staring at Alhaitham, trying to find a sign that the Scribe is just joking but he couldn’t find any. For a second his brain influenced by the wine, told him to play along and see how this would end. But he wasn’t that drunk not to think it was a terrible idea. Instead, he smiled warmly and spoke up without any mischievous intention hidden in his voice.

“Didn’t I say that I adore your intelligence?”

A painful realisation became so obvious on Alhaitham’s handsome face. He closed his eyes, bit his lips and frowned.

“Oh… that’s… that’s correct.”

The blonde casually started smiling, which unintentionally led the Scribe to think he was being mocked. “Wait, you got so flustered because you thought I said that adore you?”

Alhaitham stood up probably to stop Kaveh from staring at him and making him even more embarrassed. “Leave the teasing,” he said from behind the couch.

Kaveh tilted his head back, his blonde hair spilling over as a mischievous grin spread across his face.

“It’s always you who teases me!” he straighten up. ”By the way, that wouldn’t be a lie. I adore you, even though you are sometimes so stubborn and stoic and mean and cold…” he kept counting just to see Alhaitham’s reaction.

The Scribe, to no one’s surprise, remained stoic.

“It seems that you recognise many flaws in me.”

Kaveh smiled. “They are not flaws. Those are the features that make it hard for me to understand you. But they are not your flaws. You have different ones.”

“Would you care to give an example?”

The Architect pretended to wonder.

“Insensitiveness,” he said after a while.

“Insensitiveness? People say you are oversensitive.”

Kaveh wasn’t expecting that comeback—but he wasn’t about to back down.

”Oh, so it cuts both ways? Very well, you are… apathetic,” he said proudly.

The Scribe’s corners of the lips lifted a bit. Oh, they loved arguing. It was their own language that only they could understand.

“In that case, I must claim that you are too passionate.”

“Too closed,” Kaveh snapped back.

“So open, that you are almost naive.”

The Architect opened his mouth to vocalise a snarky come back, but he got lost in the rhythm.

“Well, you may have a point here,” he conceded that to Alhaitham.

They shared a honest laugh.

“We don’t really fit together,” Kaveh pointed out the obvious.

His fingers tightened around his glass, knuckles paling. It was bothering him for this whole time. Why were they living together? Why did Alhaitham let him stay here if they were so unmatched?

“I must disagree. I see you as my mirror,” the Scribe said.

Kaveh frowned. “A mirror? That’s absurd. We’re nothing alike. Are you drunk already?”

Alhaitham took a sip of wine, unbothered. “You see my flaws so clearly because they reflect your own.”

That was something Kaveh had never thought of before. Could it really be like this? No, that was ridiculous, he couldn’t stand a chance with Alhaitham’s brilliant mind. Even now he seemed to know what Kaveh was thinking.

“What I am trying to say is that your intelligence can also be described as admirable. In other words, you are more clever than you think.” he looked straight into his eyes and this time it was Kaveh who blushed hard. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No. It’s the nicest you have been in a while. Thank you.”

The Scribe lifted one eyebrow. “You accepted my compliment? Without any complaints? What happened to your insecurity?”

“Seriously!? Did you have to remind me of it?” Kaveh could not stop laughing.

He almost choked on wine when Alhaitham quickly approached him and placed his hand on the Architect’s pale fingers. His touch was warmer than the blonde would have expected.

“Don’t move out. Please.”

Kaveh swallowed, glancing at the familiar mess of books, the couch indented from too many debates, the table still holding that ridiculous flower. His chest tightened. Could he really imagine leaving? Finally, could he imagine living without Alhaitham?

“…I won’t,” he replied.

Alhaitham then stood up under the pretense of making tea. But before he disappeared in the kitchen, he stopped in the door frame and looked at the flower still standing on the tea table.

“Do you want me to get rid of the plant?”

“No, I love it!” Kaveh said without hesitation.

Alhaitham turned away, just enough to hide the small, involuntary smile that crept onto his lips. “I love it too,” he murmured—only to himself.

“Hmm?” Kaveh didn’t catch what he said.

Alhaitham hesitated. His fingers tapped against the doorframe before he finally spoke.

“…Green tea, then?”

Kaveh smiled, softer this time. “Yeah… you do know me.”

THE END

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

#kavetham 🌱🏛️

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[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Engage meets 3houses

I think that Alear would be an awkward and adorable student to Byleth. Immediately recruitable whichever route you pick because she just wants to be with her emblem. Alfred in BL with Dimitri, Ivy is in CF but only joins you if you pick SS. Timmerra in GD because she values freedom over everything. Either Claude would love her or hate her because she’s how he wishes he could be (openly kind and free and not constantly scheming behind smiles and worrying). Dimitri and Alfred have an (at first rocky) friendship thing. Optimistic looser meets pessimistic wet man, both have handsome prince energy it just works. Ivy and Edelgard just can’t stand the sight of one another. They’re too similar for their own good and yet in the important ways so so different. El would burn the world to end a dragon, Ivy found meaning through one. El can’t change her mind or beliefs for anything, ivy does a 180 when she realises she is wrong . (Maybe Diamant is in 3hopes, maybe he is a recruitable extra, not sure if he’d fit in with AW or any particular house)

Sothis is just trying to figure out how to fix the AU shenanigans

alternate idea, all the houses guys come to engage world through some well of hole in the ground. They all get sensory overload because the only colours they’ve ever seen are in shades of grey.

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[blueberry-bubbles130]

My redesigns for Audrey and Andre!

My precious trash fire failure parents. How I love you both.

Andre changed the most. I don’t like anything about his design/personality so I scrapped nearly everything. Only keeping the basics. He’s 6ft 2. Only smaller than Gabriel who’s 6ft 4. I kept his grey hair. He’s the mayor, runs a hotel and is constantly stressed. There is no way he still has any colour left in his hair. I made it curly and a lot thicker because I headcanon Chloe’s hair as being naturally curly. She's got to get it from somewhere. And I think it makes him look softer, because this is my au and can make him whoever I want!

I gave him glasses for a similar reason. Because with how he presumably stares at paperwork/computers at night has given him bad vision. His glasses are historical spectacles, to continue the aspect of people thinking he’s older than other people around him.

Now you may wonder why his outfits are so plain. And I say, that’s the point! He likes being boring. He doesn’t like standing out. So he goes for outfits that are dull. Ironic considering he’s the mayor. Therefore most of his outfits are plain suits, only wearing the sash for special events. He also has some casual outfits, but it’s just plain jumpers and cardigans with trousers. I kept his colour scheme centred around blues, reds and greys.

He gets the purple robe when he got ill. Chloe found out and was sick of him wearing the same dressing gown he's worn since she was two and dug around the castle until she found it. Felix took it home for her. I did make the robe before I looked into the symbolism, but purple roses apparently symbolise royalty and love at first sight. Which fits the royalty theme and how Andre fell in love with Audrey.

Personality wise his nervousness has been heightened to constant anxiety. He thinks if he eats less and drinks more coffee to keep awake, then he can do more work. It doesn’t work at all and makes him worse. He’s also majorly paranoid. He doesn’t fully enjoy being mayor. And in most of my au’s he was supposed to stop being mayor. But the akumas started and no one else wanted to do the paperwork. So he’s stuck being mayor, with a variety of worsening health problems. He has chronic migraines, poor vision, a stomach ulcer. And muscular atrophy in his legs because he’s always sat working. Nevermind his terrible immune system.

I kept his interest in movies but instead of directing, he loves the soundtracks. Andre adores music. He can play the violin, piano, cello, double bass and the harp. He could spend hours doing nothing but playing/listening to music. He's still got his first violin from his late father. Chloe hops into an alternate timeline and gets him a Stradivarius violin for his birthday. Which he does freak out over. He doesn’t know where this random highly valuable Stradivarius suddenly came from. He also likes reading. He could recount a lot of books/pottery if he was told to. He just doesn’t get to do it much anymore. At least until he gets really ill, forced to rest and has a ridiculous amount of free time.

I kept Audrey mostly similar. She’s also 6ft 2. I kept her hair but just let it grow longer and curlier as she slowly becomes a better person. Also the grey streaks in her hair, due to stress. But also a sign of her accepting, she’s getting older. And things have changed.

I loved her concept outfit so I kept that. Except I took the stripes away and the letters on her belt. For some reason I cannot get the idea of 1950s Audrey out of my head so I did try to draw her in them. And a thanks to @generalluxun for the help with Audrey’s pyjamas. Chloe also gets her some historical outfits. However Audrey’s robe is literally just Martha May Whovier’s. Except hers has yellow carnations on it, that symbolise regret. Because Audrey has a lot of those. I messed with colours a lot but the only colour palette I’d like to explore more for her is teal, turquoise and dusty pink.

Audrey’s personality is dependent on her character arc. Which is learning not to be a horrible bitch and that you can’t take your issues out on other people. She starts off being where she was in canon around season 2, but a little more self aware and smarter. Her change starts right after season 2 where Jean-Claude slaps her and tells her to get her shit together because she is going to end up completely alone if she doesn’t change. That brings her back to reality, so she starts to work on things. Including going to therapy. Although neither her or Andre can understand the point of therapy.

For her hobbies she can actually sew and spends her spare time making clothes. It’s why she’s so confused when Andre gets the fancy robe because she can tell how old the fabric is. Then she’s even more baffled when she gets a robe. She does like reading, so her and Andre bond over that. She also has a horrid sweet tooth. Cakes and Ice cream are her joys, which was fun for her considering her father’s a baker.

In this au, neither of them actually had Bourgeois as their maiden name. Audrey’s maiden name was Clement and Andre’s was Garçon. There is some cruel irony in those being their names. Audrey changed hers for her parents sake. And Andre wanted to distance himself from his family. Though, they can’t remember where it came from. All they remember is that it was a joke Emelie made. Then they can't be bothered to change it. Contrary to what you may believe, Audrey and Andre do actually love each other. They’re an opposites attract type of pair. They’re just not good at communication skills. So things fall apart a little, before they start therapy. They do really need each other.

An important thing in regards to Chloe’s trauma and her parents' trauma. Chloe can recognise just how fucked up the things happening are. It hurts her, she knows it’s fucked up, she just doesn’t know what to do about it. She has no clue what to do about seeing her parents' dead corpses. Or her situation in general. However Audrey and Andre are the opposite. They know what happens to them hurts. But they just can’t recognise how fucked up it is. To them, it’s normal and a part of their lives. So they don’t understand how badly it’s impacted their behaviour. And they don’t know what to do or see the point of therapy. Even though they really need it.

While I’ve tried to make them complex people in this au, they are just plot devices for conflict. This conflict is always involving Chloe, her friends and whoever she’s playing mind games with. Ranging from politicians, to cults, to even Chloe herself. Though it’s mainly between Chloe and Gabriel/Nathalie. Even though for most of it, Gabriel and Nathalie don’t know it’s Chloe.

With most people it’s to get Chloe’s power and that pulls Audrey/Andre in because she’s obsessive over them and can be used as leverage. They’re just collateral damage and. People don’t care if they die.

With Gabriel/Nathalie much more personal. Specifically, Gabriel and Nathalie fighting Chloe and Felix, who have Adrien and Kagami’s support. Gabriel uses Audrey/Andre, but doesn’t want them to die because he’ll lose control. He gets a sadistic pleasure in being one of the only people that can cause Audrey direct fear. And since he’s had control over her since they were 11, he doesn’t want to lose that anytime soon. In fact he was ecstatic when Chloe disappeared. Any chance he had to akumatise Chloe was lost the moment she got her hands on the book.

In fact in any of my au’s where they’re not being shitty people, they’re damsels in distress. @generalluxun put it very accurately in that they suffer everything that canon Audrey and Andre should. The nicer Audrey and Andre’s in my au are stuck in eternal cycles of suffering. Always stuck as powerless victims in fights between Gabriel, Nathalie and Chloe, Adrien, Kagami, Alya, Nino and Marinette, etc. That’s why they’re the final akuma in a few au’s. Because they’re so emotional and vulnerable by the end.

So that’s Audrey and Andre redesigns. These designs are also the standard ones for them across my au’s. So if you’re looking at one of my au’s/fics this is what they’ll look like. With slight changes to fit that particular au. Because Audrey in All Consuming Cruelty really does spend the entire au being literally tortured by the kwamii of consumption and cruelty. It really affects her mental and physical health, so the way she looks and dresses changes.

See you later everyone!

[rxmye]

I know this isn't a request but how do you make your blogs so aesthetically pleasing?😭😭 they r so pretty!!!

THANK YOU FOR ASKING?? LIKE I TAKE THAT AS SUCH A BIG COMPLIMENT? Okay so, sdosefjeo heres a few small things I like to do with graphics and shit.

Borders!! Make sure to always have borders, I find that this helps keep shit super organized !! Personally, I prefer thin borders, chonky ones makes it a bit errr not so yummy.

For pinned posts, I try and not make them too long? Long could also work, depending on the header you choose, I usually slap 3 pictures, from the same manga/manwha that are the same size so it fits well, and doesn't look disproportionate, you could also do two manga covers !! (Covers are usually more maximalist, esp if u use the edited ones you can find on pinterest!!), if you choose to go for one picture, I recommend something thin, like a long rectangle. (This is preference, honestly for me I'm super picky)

For fanfic headers I tend to form a border, because it looks nice to me, and I usually just layer it and add in a blur feature, or change the saturation and shit, mainly use pixlr and play around with what they say have.

And for the over all colour scheme, I usually use graphics from the same editor, so the theme is consistent, and use one of the photos, put it through image colour picker and use the colours from it to colour my blog, it helps keep everything consistent, yk?!!

[cyborg-franky]

Heyy Franky! I hope you're doing okay. It's been a while since I've been on here and I just saw your post about the event and thought maybe I could ask to participate?

If you feel like it could I pretty please get a wedding thingy?

Character: Ace <3

Dress/Outfit [your kinda vibe, dress or suit or themed]: dress but maybe more like a casual sundress type of thing? Or one of those where the skirt can be pulled off to make it a more casual dress?

Pick two colours: blue and orange

Big or small wedding: biiig

Season: [fall wedding? Summer?] I think late summer would be cute

Food and drink?: a whole ass banquet with bottomless drinks feels right for the fire boy 🔥

If this doesn't strike your creative mind no worries I just thought I'd try my luck. Love the idea!<3 mwah

I am back at them! Please enjoy <3

There was no way in hell you would have gotten away with a small wedding when the entire Whitebeard pirates were involved.

Weeks before the wedding Thatch held you and Ace captive to make your choices and work out a feast. Ace just wanted lots of meat and spicy things.

It would be one hell of a party and a huge celebration!

You’d both chosen late summer to hold the wedding. The weather still held that summery warmth, but the evening had that light snap of impending autumn lurking around the corner—something that would make a bonfire on the beach feel just right.

Everyone wore casual clothes, looking nice in comfortable fits that matched the colour scheme. You had to include orange because there was no way Ace would ever set down his well-loved hat, and you didn’t think you could take him seriously if he was in a full-on suit with the bright orange hat standing out like a sore thumb.

An archway of flowers was created, and candles lit a path down to the sea.

The sun was starting to set and the world was cast in a beautiful warm glow as you exchanged vows and he slipped the ring on your finger.

Whitebeard was sobbing and beaming with pride as he watched you both.

 Everyone clapped and cheered.

Now the party started.

Rows and rows of tables set out on the beach under canopies incase the evening weather decided to treat you all to a summer storm.

So much food was laid out, and everything smelt amazing.

You could hear Ace’s stomach growl as he gently pulled you toward the head of the table where the best food was set.

There were various types of toasts from the other commanders. Thatch and Marco trying to embarrass you both [mostly Ace] while others were proud of you. Whitebeard did the last toast, and you and Ace were both reduced to tears as the man you called father tried to stop hismelf from crying, again.

The party lasted long into the night, even the next day as the crew drank and ate and danced.

You cuddled up to Ace next to the fire and fel yourself falling asleep in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered against your hair and sighed, happy. “I love you too, firefly.” You smiled when he held you tighter. 

THIS EVENT IS CLOSED

[delectabledolls]

And just a bit further analysis and commentation because sweet 1600 is my favourite line ever and omg these dolls.

From right to left cause I needed to talk about the ugly elephant in the room.

Cupid

I cannot believe how hard they flopped on the possible queen of the century especially when all of the fanarts of her in her literal corny bloomers were full of promise. Her colour scheme is all over the place but that teal is sooo not needed. That headband was bad but the fast its unpainted and sat in such a key focal point area is horrific. That dress reminds of the disaster that was howliday cleo but somehow nowhere near as ugly. She is so apple white coded (thronecoming fr) unnecessarily I thought it was bad enough when we got that blondie with apples face that no one in the world owns. The gradient on her legs, I understand why they had to change it from the original with the white symbols on top but it dosen't work and i'm praying it looks alright when the dolls arrive. Those platform shoes are actually kinda nice just unsure about that gold maybe if they were airbrushed they would look nicer. The blue around cupids eyes make her look dead and so does her heart earrings which from a distance to me look like dead beating hearts. That black bow bothers me so much why is it right there its so not needed and ruins everything the most and the money for that could of been used for the headband!

Frankie

They did them so bad with that undetailed leg, such a letdown after monster ball in particular. I think that pink on the balloon and leg detracts and is a bit garish in contrast, I wish they chose something more subtle and fitting if they are so insistent on pink. That cage is so darling charming I am def giving it to her. Apart from the blush being not the nicest they are a really nice frank doll.

Draculaura

Where do I even begin if you haven't my other first ever post I am so desperate to own her I never saw this coming at all. Asides from what I already wrote the fabric of her under skirt is to die for and every disney princess girls dream. I am desperate to the back of her shoes but her eye makeup is what a drac fierce rockers could be and her lips are I think would of been better a solid colour than the gradient they are but its no biggie. Her heart handle brella is sooo cute for lala please do it again mattel best idea ever. Those gloves are so madeline hatter way to wonderland omg I am very nostalgic to that well done mattel. That box is so shade to howliday cleo because I was going to get her box but this is it but properly good. Her bodice and earrings are just pure amazingness but her hair the silhouette and curve and the black highlights at the top are totally like skulltimate secrets 3 but without that darn treated poly (another doll I now don't need) but I hope it looks just as good in box cause just wow. Lastly, her hat is so adorbs and reminds me of a call back to dawn of the dances famous 3 pack exclusive drac who I still don't own cause being a european doll collector can suck at times.

Cleo

Finally, the diva herself whilst I am never a big fan of cleo especially G3 with her washed out eyes and blue palette this might be her best look yet. Her hair is what monster ball should of been to be honest her whole look is what it should of been. I swear we have had snakes on the top of shoes before from mh but maybe it was just ghouls alive clawdeens cat shoes im thinking of but they are still nice either way but not mindblowing like that laura. Her skirt cage is very Marie Antoinette which is so fitting but I'm not the keenest on the shape it gives her dress and the tassles that dangle from it that should of been fabric if needed. I am probably just going to get her for her hair cause thats thebonly thing I am really bothered about.

Overall

All of these are similar to their originals yet add a new delicious twist except for cupid she's rotten to her core im afraid. The spine balloons and now im just praying the packaging and eyeshadow is impeccable. Would love to do a review of these and find all the extra IRL hidden deets. Totally buying em all and drac as soon as I possible can without combusting.

just had to yap as these are some of the best dolls ever and my excitment was off the chart.

[staticofthetv]

I did it for Knives, now its his brobro's turn.

Edit: I'd like to apologize for what comes next as I wrote it in one go while hyperactive

Vash's design in tristamp is just as interesting to me as hundred spoons is for very similar but not quite the same reasons. Part of it is still the subverting expectations by having the arguably more angelic character have a darker colour scheme and look like something you wouldn't want to come across at any time of day. With both twins their looks very much align with how they view themselves, knives is pure and angelic and vash is dirty and demonic by comparison.

While it's not a traditional demon look I'd still argue that vash does look it. The most obvious is his iconic red coat, but also consider the massive form he becomes when knives fucks with his head. Yeah it's hauntingly beautiful, especially when you see it from our perspective as the audience but when you look at it from the perspective of the regular people on gunsmoke, that thing growing out of July would absolutely be demonic. It's dark in colour, it's sprouting random flowers (this is important), and most importantly its tearing the city apart.

Focusing on the actions during the fight first, I think it would make sense for the people witnessing it to think Vash is the demon and Knives is the angel trying to save the city. Partly because of Vash being blamed for everything Knives has done already painting him as the bad guy no matter what's actually happening and also the widespread broadcasting of the eye of michael teachings.

Moving onto the flowers and why I think they qualify as demonic. One of the most popular things in modern media that have Lucifer, satan, whatever you wanna call him in it he's the perfect picture of hotness. Everyone wants to be him or be with him, and this makes sense for his purpose in life! He's supposed to tempt people into sin so him having an ass so hot he could tempt even the most devout does hold ground in a portrayal. This fake beauty to hide the hell lying in wait I think is how the people on gunsmoke saw Vash. Even from the audience perspective tree Vash is still kind of a perversion of the classic angelic beauty but for a different reason. Vash is being torn apart mentally in that scene, the amount of anguish is unimaginable. Angels aren't supposed to feel pain like this, they don't get affected by the actions of others. In response his gate basically goes into overdrive to try and protect him but (and this is kinda theory kinda not) Vash's gate isn't like the typical plant gate. The pain he's experiencing isn't angelic and so the physical results of it look like a distorted imitation attempt.

Even then going with the classic version of the devil in media, who in the nicest way possible usually looks like he belongs under a bridge trying to trick children into crossing so he can eat them, I still think fits vash. Having him look so human, especially when put next to Knives, gives off the feeling of ugliness. I'm not saying he actually is, he's very much a pretty plant, BUT it's exactly like comparing a human to an angel. Plus if we look at his scars the feeling of him being less than builds up more. Again I'm not saying scars are ugly, this is an analysis of religious imagery and how I think it lines up with what's written in the Bible as a loser with baptist religious trauma and my own scars to show for it, I just wanna make that clear. The physical appearance of Vash, when compared to Knives at the end of the series very much gives the devil standing next to an angel and it ties into how each twin views themselves once again. Vash's self esteem is already so low it's in hell, he doesn't see himself as beautiful, pure, angelic, whatever. This is reflected in his appearance, he makes an effort to look human and fit in with others because the he sees himself as no better than the worst of them. Meanwhile Knives is touting about with as much angelic energy as his murderous little soul can muster because that's exactly what he thinks he is. An angel, or God himself, with a holy mission of creating a new garden of eden for plants.

Based on what we see during Vash and Knives confrontation when Vash loses his arm and also the plant lore that was revealed recently, Vash has a gate that takes. I don't know if this can be considered theory because Vash's gate has acted like a blackhole multiple times. This ties into my thoughts on the coat and glasses changing colours after he returns from being trapped while still relating to the main point of Vash having demonic energy, I promise.

In the plant lore 1/3 its stated that the power that takes away was sealed away for reasons. Presumably it hasn't been seen in long enough that even the people aboard the SEEDS ship didn't know much about it or don't have any experience with this power. Knives very clearly lines up with the power that brings in his motivations and manifestation of his gate. He's bringing material into the world, he's bringing the planet to a new age, he's bringing the plants to Eden. Vash however is the other side of that coin, the power that takes away. Based on the name alone this power would be considered demonic. Add in the fact that it quite literally manifests as a blackhole and it's very clearly not an angelic power. Vash has stated himself he can't bring anything into the world, only take from it in the form of needing to consume resources to survive. And when under severe emotional distress the distorted imitation of angelic power, also known as demonic power because that's exactly what demonic power is, comes out as a form of instinctual self protection.

It's now late enough and this post is long enough that I'm not sure it makes sense anymore, enjoy fellow tumblr people.