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[thefandomsfervent]

JayVik x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 20) - Perylene Red

As of last chapter this is a jayvik x reader fic now. It is going to be a JayVik fic. Ft. Reader yearning hard core. Pet names.

Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom.

As much as daily chapters were fun to do, not feasible with my current work schedule. It may move to 2-4 days between releases now. stay tuned and Thank you for reading <3

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Days turn to weeks after that morning. Spring’s gentle heat morphed into the first signs of Summer’s blaze. You had been watching the two of them closely since the wine night. Caught yourself following those gentle moments they shared together. And you knew that it was not out of pure observation anymore. It was want. Need. A feeling gnawing in your chest. To hold and to be held. To trace the same patterns that they did, the same places they did. The most you could manage was a brush of fingers when handing them things, or lingering closer than you needed to when the conversation died down. Maybe you were just lonely. You could convince yourself of that. That it was your own dry spell of intimacy and romance that made you fall asleep wanting to be cherished the way that they did each other. That it wasn’t them and their kindness and intelligence. It wasn’t Jayce’s full belly laugh and calloused hands. It wasn’t Viktor’s iron-will and strong gaze. It wasn’t them together or them separately. Because you were here to work, to be friends, and to not impede on their lives more than you already had. 

The painting, the whole reason you were here in the first place, was in front of you. You had finished the underpainting, and put what little focus you had onto the flora that crawled around the edges. Every time you started to paint one of them you would find yourself staring, being caught on more than one occasion. Viktor’s sly smirk or Jayce’s big toothy grin rewarding you. And punishing you. Because for each moment that was catalogued to your memory that warmed your heart and made it beat faster, was a pang of guilt through your stomach. So you found yourself working on everything but them for now. Until you could pull your head out of your ass and get through whatever it was that had you so foolishly yearning. Still. You dip your brush in an oil soap jar to clear out the last color you had used and look across the lab as you swish the bristles over metal coils. 

Viktor and Jayce had only gotten bolder in their affections, you’ve caught Jayce stealing chaste kisses before. Ones that initially had Viktor blushing and furiously whispering about propriety in the lab. Though lately he seemed to have weaponized them against Jayce. Using them to keep him focused, only giving them if an equation had been solved or notes had been properly catalogued. Like he was training. Or allowing Jayce to kiss his cheek or head with no arguments if it seemed like he was having a rough day. Allowing it now because Jayce had been sick with some delayed spring hay fever and couldn’t stop sniffling. It would have been funny to you if you hadn’t wanted to be a part of it. Just once, and maybe you could let it go. You shake the thought away, the gentle clinking of the wooden handle against the glass walls of the jar pulling you back. “My poor Zlato.” Viktor had said when Jayce had sneezed for the tenth time that day. His tone so loving and so quiet. Full of warmth and slight teasing. A warmth that you felt stain your cheeks when Jayce kissed Viktor’s forehead in response. 

You almost wouldn't have heard it had you been focused on your work like you should have been. Zlato. Viktor had been using that word a lot. Some kind of pet name you had figured. But the meaning was unknown to you. And against some better part of your judgement, you ask, “What does that mean?” He had used it for the first time that you knew of that night with the wine. “Zlato?” You repeated the word. Poorly imitating Viktor’s accent in your attempt at pronouncing it. The regret is immediate. “That is not a question you should be asking. Not only because it was intimate and personal and probably invasiv-” 

“Darling.” Viktor interrupts your racing thoughts with an answer. And he says it with no judgement. He’s staring right at you when he says. You’re certain that the softness in his eyes is only lingering from when he turned from Jayce. That it isn’t for you and you shouldn’t hold on to it. 

“Oh gods,” Your inner voice cries.  Another reason why you shouldn’t have asked. Because the blush that is building you cannot hide. It stings in your ears and your cheeks, the shame and embarrassment at how you know that will haunt you long after today. So you deflect. “Didn’t peg you as one for nicknames Viktor. It’s cute.” You aren’t taunting by any means. Trying to remain conversational and move forward before you make things any worse for yourself. Trying to keep your voice steady so it doesn’t betray the bittersweet feeling at their tenderness and your loneliness. But then Jayce speaks. “He has one for you too.” A thumb brushing over Viktor’s knee. “Nope. Nope can’t handle that.” But you ask anyway. This time there is a small waver in your words. 

“He does?” 

And Viktor answers.

“Broučku.” That word from months ago in your studio. When he had bandaged your hands. You thought you’d heard it in passing, in quiet conversations between just Jayce and Viktor. Had they been speaking of you this whole time? “Little beetle.” He clarifies when you take too long to speak. 

“Oh.” It feels impossible to pull your words together now. It was a kindness you hadn’t been offered since you left Zaun. A nickname. A pet name. A sweetness. An intimacy. “Thank you. That is… kind.” You can feel the flush of your face is only getting worse. And they can see it. Both of them watch you process the information. No disdain on their faces. If only they knew how it made your heart ache. They would surely not have shared that with you. Have kept their gazes so soft. And then something hits you. 

“Because of the paint?” When Viktor nods, still keeping his amber eyes full of a gentleness you cannot place, you laugh. “But they weren’t beetles!” And you choose to focus on that tangent to move past this. 

“Semantics.” He waves you off, and Jayce laughs with you. The tension in your body melts away. The guilt still lingers, but you let it fade into the background. Let yourself have this moment. This curated moment of familiar feelings. 

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[sonicattos]

rouge headcanon

[aeriona]

How Inkfish Change their Ink Colour

Here's an extremely long, (poorly) illustrated speculatory post about how ink and inksports could THEORETICALLY work in Splatoon! yippee!

Ink is a mucous that Inklings, Octolings and Cuttlings produce with their ink sac, where it can be expelled through the mouth and siphon (and through the skin via the ink vessels, but don't worry about that just yet). You can take a look at my diagram of the ink vessels here.

Spitting up or sweating ink is a common stress response in ink-bearing cephalopods, it also serves as an extremely rude gesture if you happen to aim it at someone else's face.

Inkfish actually can't change ink colour on their own, so instead they have to rely on artificial means to brighten and saturate the colour into something more easily recognisable.

The history behind inksports is extensive. In ancient times, inkfish would use naturally occurring dyes (such as clay, plants etc.) to change their ink colour, often to denote a particular social group. In modern times, colours are artificially synthesised and treated to have a minimal impact on the inkfish's body as possible, as believe it or not constantly eating red clay wasn't exactly good for you.

The colour of an Inkling or Octoling's skin is determined by chromatophores, which can be basically any colour or shade they choose. The chromatophores function completely independently from the ink sac, so it's possible to have differing skin and ink colours (although you'd probably confuse your teammates a fair bit).

This is fine and cool and all, but how do inkfish prevent different team colours from just blending all together in a match? WELL! While turfing capsules also change ink colour, they can also alter the chemical qualities of the ink itself by introducing something called polarity!

There are two kinds of turfing ink- polar and nonpolar. In easy terms (I am not a chemist), it's what allows two different colours of ink to sit on top of each other in separate layers instead of diluting together like paint. Before a match starts, each turfing team is given dye capsules in their respective team colour, with each team having opposing polarities to prevent inks from mixing together during the game.

Before technology got involved, people would simply use oil and water to prevent one ink colour from mixing with another's. Nowadays, oil and fat derivatives are commonplace as it's less likely to cause health problems as the body slowly processes it out.

Splatting works when enemy ink reacts with the outermost ink vessels in an opposing team member's skin, forcing the victim to contract their ink sac and spit up all their ink (usually in the form of a super-jump back to spawn, though in the moment it's not uncommon to overshoot it). It's also possible to splat someone with blunt force trauma, but we tend to call that assault. Splatting is usually not dangerous, but it's still not a terribly pleasant experience and is somewhat painful, akin to a nasty static shock.

This splatting reaction is also why water is used in turf stages as a restrictive barrier, as water causes the same splatting reaction in the body as enemy ink does (at least until the dye wears off).

Okay that's all I got, I'm not gonna go into ink weapon mechanics because I'm tired... perhaps another day haha. Hopefully that all made sense and I apologise deeply if it didn't. Feel free to shoot me an ask if something needs to be cleared up or explained in further detail haha

[lynxfrost13]

wait signalis enjoyers I'm curious but have people always interpreted the starling and falke eye marks as just eyeliner they put on? I always flip flop between that option and it being like a permanent part of their design via their production

[sometimesanequine]

a companion piece to my last bonus horse

[florida3exclamationpoints]

I hope there's people doing research about this bc i am so intrigued. These are 3 different orcas Chimo, Tl'uk, and Frosty

They are all from the same population, west coast transients. Chimo was captured and known to have Chédiak–Higashi Syndrome. Tl'uk and Frosty were both wild and it's unknown if they have the same condition or if it's (only[?]) leucism. Chimo died when she was 4-5, probably partially because she was in captivity and because her condition weakened her immune system. Tl'uk died when he was about 3 by unknown causes but its presumed it might have also been because of a weakened immune system given his discoloration. Frosty is currently almost 6 and doing well and their sex is unknown. Chédiak–Higashi Syndrome is genetic. I wonder if any or all of them were related? We have one female and one male, depending on Frosty's sex I wonder if that is a factor to the likeliness of getting the disease or how it's passed down? And the most interesting to me, WHYYY do they all have the same pattern of being darker on their rostrums??? Could the patterning also be genetic? ALSO!!! There are no pictures of Chimo younger than 2 years old, but this is Tl'uk and Frosty when they were younger

THEYRE BOTH EVENLY GREY??? Why did they get lighter AND darker as they got older? SCIENTISTS!!! DISCUSS!!!!

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Thinking that it may be time to just start buying better quality bulk dye supplies for tie-dyeing rather than shelling out for the big pre-made kits

[bunnyinatree]

Can someone who is well-versed in Witcher lore confirm or deny whether Geralt has albinism? He is listed on the wiki page for characters with albinsim, but seeing as every character with albinism that I know of isnt included, I dont trust the list very much…

[unopenablebox]

it's not that weird to me that 🌸 and i are so similar, bc like. idk. many of the traits i value and like being around are traits i also seek to cultivate? + we were under a lot of selective pressure to be the kind of people who would meet in the fully optional ultra-fast-paced research-track biology sequence for college freshmen who love looking at western blots, and then under further selective pressure of like. both having kind of broadly gay4gay sexual orientations and gender presentations? also we met when we were eighteen so while i was already basically Like This before that i assume we also actively shaped each others' traits and behaviors a lot in ways i just don't really notice/think about as much.

however it is slightly weird that we have such extremely parallel sibling situations. in that we r each the oldest of two siblings. our younger siblings are the exact same age (so it's the same age gap bc 🌸 and i are also the same age), and both siblings had the experience of hating school more than we did/resenting being at very academic-oriented schools, both became artists, both our siblings still live with their/our parents while doing a bunch of unstructured/freelance art stuff, have even more amplified versions of my and 🌸's brain problems (adhd and anxiety respectively), and also for some reason 🌸 and i have both had very dark hair colors our whole lives and our siblings were both born blonde and are still kind of fair brunettes

this means nothing but it feels weird to notice

[mxkitchimera]

Rebelle 7 tiny test

ID: a digital painting that mimics a small gouache and colored pencil painting on dark paper. A seated figure with pink hair, cat ears, and tail is facing away from the viewer. Their body is covered in plain clothing: a green scarf, a blue jacket, and red-brown pants. The figure is sitting in sparse grass and rim lit in orange as though they are facing a campfire out of frame.

[youhavethewrong]

The way I see it, the analysis and criticism of art can happen primarily on 2 levels: Objective and Subjective. And a lot of online discourse you see regarding art occurs when people get the two mixed up. Allow me to explain:

Objective criticism is the most difficult type of criticism to make, because it requires knowledge of the medium. Let's say, for example, you're critiquing a movie. Objective criticism would come from analyzing the performances, the cinematography, the directing, the score, the story structure, how clear the information is, were the stakes and character motivation explained clearly. You have to know about cinematography and the greats of the medium in order to do proper objective film criticism.

Subjective criticism is whether you liked it or not. And this one's really easy because it requires no studies at all. It comes free with being a human being with emotions. It depends on whether it resonates with you on an emotional level or not, and that's something that doesn't depend on the technical skill of the artists. You can watch a masterpiece and be bored, or you can watch the most technically mediocre and trite work of the decade and be moved to your very core. To put it colloquially, it's vibes-based.

Reading these descriptions you might be inclined to think one type of criticism is better or more valid than the other. And a very, very hard pill to swallow as humans who enjoy art is the fact that: not really, they're not. Who cares about the amount of technical skill in display if this art means nothing to me, and didn't affect my life in the slightest. Who cares that the art didn't affect your life in the slightest, when the amount of technical skill it displays revolutionized the art form and pushed the medium forward. Neither type of criticism is more important or more valid than the other, they're just separate ways of looking at things.

On a personal level, being aware of this can help you understand your own personal approach to art too. In my own individual case, I personally wasn't able to get into the video game Baldur's Gate 3, despite my numerous attempts. Now, I am aware this game is extremely good on an objective level, of extremely high quality and rightfully highly regarded. But I just couldn't get into it because, on a subjective level, it's not the kind of game I'm into. However, I was VERY into Yars: Rising by WayForward. Yars: Rising is a mediocre, overdone, tropey metroidvaina that does nothing new except adding Joss Whedon-level dialogue and quips to a type of game we've seen a hundred times before. And I loved it. In the previous examples you can see how both types of criticism don't really interact with each other in some cases. And because of these lack of interactions, it would be a mistake for me to say Baldur's Gate 3 is a bad game just because it wasn't for me. Or that Yars: Rising is a great video game just because I liked it. That's a mistake, and it makes people angry.

I believe this also explains why you sometimes see people saying things like "can you BELIEVE Marvel fans say Citizen Kane is boring! They wouldn't recognize a cinematic masterpiece if it hit them in the face!!", and on the other side of the internet you see people going "eugh, why do people want to convince you to watch boring ass movies just because some snobby critics said it was "important". Movies are supposed to be fun! I don't want to watch politics, I want something that helps me relax!". Both of these people are making mistakes in different ways, but before they realize they're talking about different topics, they'll already be too busy stabbing each other with pocket knives.

The solution? In my opinion, the first step is to realize there's two, equally valid but different ways to look at art. Secondly, recognize that a lot of the time they don't interact with each other in terms of taste (No, the art is not bad just because you didn't like it, and no, not everybody's gonna like the art just because it's good). Finally, do try to feed your soul art that hits in both ways, not just one. If all you do is watch movies to relax and you avoid the greats of the medium, you're gonna be missing out on some truly unique experiences. Try out some of the masterpieces, they might make you feel emotions you didn't know you had. On the other hand, if you only ever engage with masterpieces, feed your soul some of that mid or straight up bad stuff. Something you know to have technical issues and bad elements, but that for inexplicable reason, makes you feel really comfortable. Even if it's not great, it'll make you happy, so why deny yourself of that?

[mossytrashcan]

anyways people who make characters w albinism that aren’t blind are the weakest link. “oh they just need glasses” bitch.

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

Isn't this the same fandom that sends death threats if you dare insult their beloved skull daddy popia?

guys is this the same glorp fandom that sends glombo lovers gloshgar? Is this the grumbles that send glambus? Gorshmok? Gleeky Glock?

[solar-halos]

so are we just going to keep ignoring how blond people don’t fucking exist

[cookie-nom-nom]

imagine using a pen that writes with fossilized ink

[rgbwings]

So, you don't believe in races, as like, a social construct to separate people based on skin color and where you were born, because racism is the hate of all races that aren't your own, and "race" can be a blanket term for both skin color and ethnicity, but race can also be a quick way to say "I wasn't born here." So the term isn't inherently bad, i just want to specify, do you not believe in races due to the social construct aspect, or just refusing to acknowledge races as a general thing? And no I'm not trying to start anything, im just a little confused about this, the context is lacking...

I can try to summarize this with my poor English:

It's a fabricated thing to categorize people and empower groups! In the 16th century, when race was first conceptualized, the "white saint" (white European) was thought to be smarter, more civilized and therefore superior in comparison to other "types" of people by "default". At first Christianity justified this by saying the white European is closer to God:

It started as a tool to justify european superiority, the white skinned, civilized man of God. Pure and right. (Christianity began depicting angels, saints and Jesus as white, blonde, blue/green eyes europeans.)

Later on, people began assimilating that concept in a deeper way, thinking that the Ethiopian is enslaved and exploited because that's how things are naturally. Colonies were a thing also, cementing this idea further.

And Darwinism made all of this even worse. It's when very smart people would compare the skull of a chimpanzee with the one of a black person, thinking "damn... so the Caucasian is evolved! Now it all makes even more sense!"

Historically, previous to the 16th century people would not use the word race to classify people, but ethnicity, religion, beliefs. Race is a very recent thing and it all started with the necessity of allowing the European to do whatever they wanted with others. Race didn't only make them feel inherently superior, but also convinced the people, of different skin color or features, to believe that they are different.

And I'm very against this! not only races aren't real in a scientific point (genetically we are NOT that different to be classified in such way), them were invented to divide people, to oppress, and to make you believe that whatever good or bad thing happens to you is because of an inherited right or curse.

And this is something that I want to end, somehow, because I come from a man who was a Nazi.