#tie dye instructions

[riahstiedye]

Tie Dye T-Shirt Tutorial : Rainbow Spiral Portal with Shiitake Scrunch!

[guccigarantine]

this shirt is so fucking cool

[luane-horlis]

Me to myself: ok so we’re leading a program tomorrow for all 100 of our library coworkers tomorrow

Me: yeah

Me to myself: we have to send an all staff email afterwards about the project right

Me: uh huh

Me to myself: and what are we not going to title this email we’re sending to our 100 coworkers? What we keep calling it aloud to our immediate coworkers who keep side-eying us about it?

Me: …aftercare instructions

[queuestarter]

vivid

(johanna mason x reader)

cw: none

link to the request → reader helping johanna dye her hair

open to submissions/asks !!

You look across the dinner table at Johanna. You’re both eating the same thing but something about how she brings her fork up to her mouth is very endearing to you.

“Stop watching me eat, weirdo,” she smiles at you, no heat behind her words. You smile back before taking a bite of your own dinner.

“You know,” she says, putting her fork down on her plate. “I was thinking I should dye my hair again now that it’s grown out.”

Your smile only grows. It’s been over a year since Snow died, since you moved out of the underground of District 13 and made a home in District 4 with Johanna. She wanted to stay close to Annie and her son and you would do anything for your girlfriend so you followed without complaint.

“I think you should do it. Red again?”

She nods, tilting her head. “Maybe you should do it for me. Some girlfriend bonding time for the two of us.”

You raise your eyebrows. “I don’t think I would be too good at dying hair. I can help you look for someone to do it for you, though.” You don’t want to mess it up and make her hate it.

“No,” Johanna insists. “I want you to do it.”

You bite your lip. Ultimately, you put your nerves aside and say, “fine. But if it goes wrong you absolutely can’t blame me for it.”

Apparently, the thought of dying her hair was something that has been on her mind for a while, because she squeals with excitement and runs out of the room. You stand up to follow her, but before you even make it out of the dining room, she’s back with a paper bag in her hand.

“I’ve already got everything we need. It’ll be perfect,” she grabs you by the hand and drags you to the master bathroom, both of you giggling excitedly on the way.

She unpacks the bag on the sink’s countertop, revealing red dye, gloves, a mixing bowl, and a brush. “This is it?” You ask, observing the materials.

“Should be,” she shrugs. “I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.”

“Huh. Okay,” you sigh before picking up the bottle of hair dye and reading the instructions, which doesn’t prove to be too helpful. 

Carefully, you put on the gloves and pour some of the dye into the little mixing bowl. You pause, before asking Johanna, “how much of your hair do you want to dye?”

“All of it,” she says offhandedly, playing with the hair tie that you left out this morning. “I just want something new.”

You nod, sticking your tongue out in concentration. “Okay, then I’m not even going to bother with the brush, to be honest. I’m just gonna slather it all on.”

“Slather,” Johanna teases. “Real professional.”

“I’m not a professional! If you wanted someone who knew what they were doing, you shouldn't have asked me.”

“Calm down, baby, it’ll be fine,” she puckers her lips and you oblige her with a kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you more,” you say offhandedly before scooping up a glob of the red dye and putting it on her hair. You work it through the ends before going up to her roots. You don’t know what you’re doing, but it seems right. It doesn’t take long before her entire head is covered in the red dye, some of it ending up on her forehead and her shirt. 

“Maybe we should have done something to prevent this,” you say, gesturing to the red mess all over the place.

Johanna shrugs, turning away from the mirror to face you. She kisses you, wrapping her arms around your neck. You reciprocate, moaning into her lips. After a few minutes, you pull away, leaving one last peck on her lips. “How long does the dye need to stay on?”

Johanna shrugs. “Like another half an hour?”

“You know what we can do in that time?” You smirk, eyes searching Johanna’s.

Your girlfriend smirks back at you. “What?”

“Kiss some more.”

Johanna’s smirk melts into a full blown grin and she practically attacks you in an effort to get to your lips again.

The next half an hour passes quickly between kisses and whispered words. When the hair dye gets rinsed off and her hair gets styled, both of you look at it in disbelief. 

“It looks… bad,” you say slowly. You slap a hand over your mouth when a giggle almost leaves your lips. You shouldn’t be laughing at your girlfriend's botched hair but you can’t help it.

It’s not terrible, the color stuck and is a beautiful deep shade of red. The issue is the fact that there are several sections of hair that the dye apparently never touched in the first place.

“No, I like it,” Johanna says unconvincingly. “It’s unique.”

You two look at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you laugh, tears welling in your eyes. “I’ll find a hairstylist, even if we have to go to a different district.”

Johanna leans into your side. “No, I want it to stay like this. It’ll remind me of you.”

You coo loudly at her. “When did you become such a sap? Love you, baby.”

She shuts you up with another kiss. “Love you too.”

-

[unfortunately-obsessed]

Heyyy I saw it comment in my post

How about Connor or Markus (whatever u want, I'd rather a one shot about one of both of them rather than HCS, or a mix!) just being at home with reader. And they see reader dying their hair and just interact w em and stuff (for example reader joking about getting poisoned with the chemical smell or sun)?

Hope you enjoy it!

I Love It When You Look My Way

He is 20 minutes earlier than normal.

Sentenced to unpaid community service at his old job at the DPD. Which was... Less worse than what he expected for killing two Cyberlife guards. He thought of himself jailed or, most likely, executed.

Sounds of gunshots still echo between his ears, of cracks and splattering of skulls of a life long forgotten. Sitting on a desk and producing timesheets and budget justifications for nine hours straight was a change.

You were a change.

The sound of your chough, horrendous throaty, it's a not change he's comfortable with, though.

He moves from the doorstep to the bathroom, and discards his jacket and tie. The apartment is yours, humble but comfy, silent for most. Your clothes, your things, and you.

Connor finds you with the face red and eyes watering, nose running up, and for the first time in a long time, his mind goes blank.

You're using an oversized old shirt, all stained with pops of color, half of your hair leathered with the same colorful hue. You're on the verge of a breakdown.

A dozen different chemicals on his HUD. "What are you doing?"

"The worst decisions of my life," you mumble back, trying to figure out how to position your arm to brush dye over your hair.

You're smiling at him despite the clear discomfort from the acrid smell. Welcoming him nevertheless.

"This is cancerigneous," he says, pointing at the box.

"I can get cancer from anything nowadays." You take a breath, setting the brush aside. Sniffling with your nose all red.

From slouching on the doorframe, he moves closer to you.

You never placate Connor. His hand twitch with the need to bury his fingers deep in your hair. Serious if not confused.

Before the revolution, people used to say that an android's eyes were like a doll's. Dulled out, soulless.

It's one of the biggest lies humanity has ever told. Connor, for instance, had the softest brown eyes by design, yes, but he's unique in the way his eyes shift to happiness and fondness when upon seeing you.

Sure, he knows why you're changing your hair (a little change never's too bad), but still had too many questions to answer. Too many to even formulate.

One wins through when he exhales out, "Do you want me to do it for you?"

You feel your hands shake, his eyes unmakes you with efficiency. Hair dye really stings the eye. "Yes."

And he reaches to you like his hands belong touching your skin. Open and full of love.

He huffs, taking the brush from between your fingertips. "I just need to follow the instructions."

Connor loves you. "Yep," you say, letting the tiniest laugh escape. "Just follow the instructions."

And then,

"You were coughing like a sick victorian child."

Too bad you like him just the way he is. Including accidental misshapes.

You giggle. "Thanks."

A/N: If you like what I do, please consider supporting me and buying a coffee!

[mx-julien]

wonder if Zane didn't have a favorite color before his gi got washed with Kai's. maybe it became his favorite color when the Baader-Mienhoff effect kicked in and he started to see the pink that surrounded him: his apron, in the expanse of the sunset, tinting his friends' cheeks when the weather got too cold or if they laughed hard for too long.

maybe pink reminds Zane of his family, of his friends. he picks up a pair of pink socks at a gift shop. Jay gets a free graphic tshirt of a pink business mascot and leaves it in his room. Wu gives them each bracelets, one is rose quartz. Cole buys him some pink tie dye sweatpants from an old art school friend. Nya finds a secondhand kimono-style coverup made from sakura patterned silk. Kai buys them all shades- you can guess what color Zane's were.

by the time everyone's contributed (Pix sent him a virus that turned his irises pink for a day), Lloyd decides it's his turn.

///

Sign with blue or black ink. The last instruction in all the paperwork he's been doing. Living on a flying ship and saving Ninjago every year unfortunately doesn't mean they can avoid paying their taxes.

Zane takes a moment to appreciate the stack of pages he's worked through. Glancing to his left, there's heft to every neatly penciled in form. Finally giving his right hand a chance to rest, he reaches into the drawer blindly for a pen. Any would do, save for the one Lloyd gave him recently.

He felt his lips form a grin only for himself. As the original perpetrator of The Pinkening, the youngest ninja had felt somewhat awkward joining in on the tradition. It reminded him of the days where he was young and hadn't been particularly loyal to his friends. Nevertheless, this year, at Zane's birthday, he'd presented him with a proper pink ink pen.

Running his hands along the inside of the drawer organizer, Zane could feel the cool metal of the calligraphy pen in contrast to the cheap plastic ones he'd accumulated in his desk.

He grabbed a plastic pen at random, any would do, and uncapped it. This one seemed new from how clean it was. Perfect for the last-

"What." Zane stared at the pink mark ok the crisp white page. "When did I get a pink one of these?" he asked the empty room.

Smiling at the coincidence of his thoughts and stationery, he pulled out a well worn veteran of his taxes. Only for it to make a pink line, too.

The next one had pink ink, then the next one, and surely enough each pen in his desk contained every shade of pink: from highlighter to pastel. It tugged at memories he'd just brought forward. Why would this have-

"LLOYD!" Zane pushed his chair in and opened his door. "I SEE WHAT YOU MEANT BY 'THE GIFT THAT WOULD KEEP GIVING'"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT" Someone was breaking into a run upstairs, someone Zane intended to catch: a person who most assuredly had blue or black ink.

~*~

whoops this was supposed to be a normal text post. oh well, this drabble's going on ao3 soon.

[zukkaoru]

"Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep." for any ship u feel like! <3

have some uhhh [spins wheel] pre-relationship kunidazai! post-doa arc with a mention of kunikida having hand tremors bc asagiri was a coward to take his hands away and then give them back without any consequences

warnings: referenced bsd-typical violence & guns word count: 1046

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There was a very logical and predictable series of events that led to Dazai and Kunikida sitting in an otherwise-empty waiting room while Kyouka is in surgery. If Dazai had paused for a second to think things through, it could have even been prevented. But he hadn’t, and Kyouka got shot while out on a case that she was only called in for because Kenji had to make a trip home for a wedding, and Yosano is in Kumamoto on a case with Ranpo because they prefer traveling long distances with her as opposed to any of the other Agency members.

Dazai could have insisted Kunikida go with Ranpo, or he could have gone with Ranpo himself. He could have suggested Atsushi fill in for Kenji rather than Kyouka. He should have warned Kunikida that they guy they were after would have a hidden gun, but he expected Kunikida would figure that out himself. He hadn’t factored in Kunikida devoting more attention to whether or not Kyouka was harmed, since she doesn’t have Kenji’s super strength, because he assumed Demon Snow would work well enough as a bodyguard in Kunikida’s mind. But Demon Snow was fighting another ability user and in the split second Kunikida turned to ensure Kyouka was holding up on her own, their enemy pulled his second gun and fired.

Dazai should have been able to stop it.

Instead, he got a call from a frantic Kunikida, giving no more information than the hospital where they were taking Kyouka and what sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack before Kunikida promptly hung up the phone.

He was pacing around the waiting room when Dazai arrived. He plopped himself into a chair and waited silently, until an hour had passed and Kunikida was still anxiously pacing, at which point Dazai decided it was time to intervene. He managed to coax Kunikida into a chair, but he’s still bouncing his leg and twisting his fingers together and periodically pulling his notebook from his pocket just to mindlessly flip through the pages.

“She’s going to be okay,” Dazai says. He doesn’t know for sure, but he says it like he does because Kunikida always believes him when he speaks with such certainty.

Kunikida sighs deeply. His leg starts bouncing faster. His hands are shaking even worse than usual—something that happens when he’s stressed or anxious. He doesn’t say anything in response, which is unlike him.

Dazai purses his lips. He doesn’t like being expected to comfort people, because he isn’t good at it. He doesn’t understand what is wanted from him, and he always seems to say the wrong words. But seeing Kunikida like this is so unnerving that he has to try something.

“Kunikida-kun,” he says, as gently as he can manage, “worrying won’t help.”

“I know,” Kunikida responds tersely.

“Kyouka-chan would want you to get some rest,” he tries.

Kunikida ignores him.

Dazai is running out of things to say. His eyes roam over Kunikida, searching for another option, and his eyes settle on the loose strands of hair that have fallen from his ponytail. Actions speak louder than words, right?

“Turn your back to me,” Dazai instructs.

Kunikida just looks at him warily.

“C’mon,” Dazai grins. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I do not,” Kunikida tells him, but he turns his back to Dazai anyway. Dazai loosens the hair tie, then pulls it from Kunikida’s hair. Kunikida makes a vaguely disgruntled noise in the back of his throat, but he doesn’t start yelling, so Dazai will take that as a victory.

Dazai runs his fingers through Kunikida’s hair, detangling it as best as he can without a brush or comb. Kunikida’s hair is thin, almost silky despite the bleach and dye hiding his natural hair color. Dazai doesn’t know why he chose to color his hair blonde, but trying to picture Kunikida as a brunet is even worse than questioning his life choices.

Dazai spends longer than necessary just letting the soft strands fall through his fingers, reveling in the feeling of it. It’s a strange sort of vulnerability, requiring far more sacrifice on Kunikida’s part than on Dazai’s. It’s the only sort of intimacy they’re good at.

But Dazai is not the sort of person who can grab hold of nice things and keep them, and Kunikida could never want someone like him. So he gathers Kunikida’s hair into one hand, and ties it back up into its typical style, then draws his hands back towards himself.

Kunikida lets out another sigh, but this one is significantly less stressed. If Dazai didn’t know better, he’d almost say it sounded fond.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

Dazai hums noncommittally. “It’s late,” he notes, because it was past sunset when he got the call and Kyouka’s been in surgery for hours. “You should get some rest.”

Kunikida turns to face him. “What about you?”

“I wasn’t the one on a case this evening,” Dazai points out. “C’mon, just lean your head on my shoulder and try to sleep. I’ve heard human contact helps calm your nerves.”

Kunikida looks skeptical, even though Dazai is about 95% sure that one is true.

“I’ll wake you if they come with news about Kyouka-chan,” Dazai promises.

Kunikida relents. He lays his head on Dazai’s shoulder, and only then does Dazai realize this may have been a very, very, bad idea for him. Because Kunikida is just using him as a pillow, and Kunikida thinks he’s just trying to be a good friend. But Dazai wants something else—something Kunikida will never give him—and now he’s getting a taste of the thing he craves so desperately he’d tear his own heart from his chest in order to get it, knowing it will never be his.

But Kunikida does finally fall asleep, even though he should have no reason to trust Dazai like this. Dazai removes his glasses and sets them on the empty seat beside him. He runs his fingers through Kunikida’s hair once more and whispers a, “Sleep well,” he knows will go unheard.

Dazai wants this to be something he can hold onto forever, but forever is not a thing he is capable of, so he’ll be content with having Kunikida in his arms for just this one moment.

[boroughshq]

EVENT 002: BROOKLYN ART FESTIVAL.

The Brooklyn Art Festival has finally arrived! This three-day festival is located in the heart of Brooklyn, and aims to bring the community together through a multi-day offering of live music, artistic demonstrations, creative cuisine, and, of course, a sheer love of art. Volunteer-run, guests of all ages are welcome to join in this celebration of culture, creativity, and community. Admission to the event is free, though amenities including food, drinks, and marketplace offerings will be available for purchase.   Street closures will be in place for the event; there is no public parking, but there will be a designated address for rideshare pick-up and drop-off. Walking, biking, and public transportation is highly encouraged!

DAYTIME FESTIVITIES (11AM - 6PM)

CHALK WALK — Stand and watch as professional chalk artists create jaw-dropping displays only utilizing chalk, or join in on the fun and create your own chalk masterpieces! All ages welcome. COMMUNITY MURAL — Leave your mark on a massive paint-by-number interactive mural! Grab a small tin of paint, a paintbrush, and a number, and do your best to stay in the lines. The end result (a beautiful abstract design of the Brooklyn Bridge, as designed by a local Brooklyn-born artist) won’t become evident until the end of the festival, so be sure to stop by on the last night to see what you’ve helped create! KIDSFEST (11AM-3PM) — Engage in all things fun at the kid-friendly kidsfest! Dance parties, inflatables, face painting, fairy hairstyling, elaborate puppet shows, and creative activities such as slime, tie-dye, ceramic painting, and puppet-making stations will be available. Though kid-aimed, all ages are welcome to engage in the fun! SKETCH 101 — You don’t need to be an expert to create a work of art, and the Sketch 101 sessions are here to prove that to you! Novices and professionals alike are all invited to sit and sketch as professional artists walk the audience through step-by-step instructions on how to draw beloved animated characters! Time slots: 12pm (Snoopy); 2pm (Mickey Mouse); 4pm (Shrek). ARTIST MARKET — Give back to the community by visiting the artist market! Featuring over 130 art vendors, there’s sure to be something there for everyone! Paintings, jewelry, ceramics, metalwork, glasswork, photographs, sculptures, watercolor, 2D and 3D art, fiber, prints, and much more will be available for purchase! COLORFUL CUISINE — During the day, make sure to visit one of the many food trucks and vendors available throughout the festival! Along with their typical menus, each vendor features at least one specialty treat in honor of the festival. From art palette cookies to minimalist trifles to deconstructed sandwiches, the food is sure to be a treat for the eyes and mouth!  LIVE ENTERTAINMENT — Small stages have been assembled for the express purpose of demonstrating the amazing collection of performance art styles enjoyed by the borough! Take a picture of the schedule, and make sure to stop by each stage to experience a collection of entertainment ranging from rock bands, theatrical groups, opera singers, and more!

COME ALIVE AT NIGHT (6PM-10PM)

GALLERY WALK — The vibrant Brooklyn art scene is shown in all its glory at the nightly gallery walk. Grab a map and take a stroll through the borough, visiting designated ArtSpots: art exhibits hosted at local galleries, retailers, and restaurants. Enjoy light refreshments, striking artwork, and good ambiance.  LIVE ENTERTAINMENT — The tempo slows down and the music continues through the night! A small selection of MusicSpots are also available, conveniently along the streets as patrons make their way through the Gallery Walk. Providing the perfect ambiance to the artist experience, be sure to stop and enjoy the music as you stroll from gallery to gallery! STUDENT SCHOLARSHIP SHOWCASE — Art students across Brooklyn have submitted some of their best work to the Brooklyn Art Festival’s Student Showcase! On display at the Haze Gallery (a featured ArtSpot) guests are invited to observe the art and submit a vote on which one piece of art impacted them the most. The artist who created the piece with the most votes at the end of the festival will be granted a small $2K scholarship to help support their artistic endeavors.  BUBBLY BOOZE — The festival becomes an open container entertainment zone at night, and guests 21 and older are invited to taste an array of bubbly specialty booze made special for the festival! Each ArtSpot will have a specialty cocktail available, while a small selection of the daytime’s food vendors will return for the night’s light installation (along with a newly available nighttime cocktail).  LIGHTS UP PERFORMANCE (9:30PM) — End your night with a synchronized light and music performance at Prospect Park! Light installations have been created and installed in the park, programmed to a musical arrangement that professional dancers have choreographed a routine to. Grab some food and something to drink, sit back, and watch as light, music, and dance all combine in dazzling collaboration!

OOC DETAILS BELOW!

OOC DETAILS.

IC Timeline: Canonically, the art festival occurs over the weekend, from May 10th — May 12th. OOC Timeline: Members will have between May 10th through May 17th to post their initial starters for the festival. After 5/17, no new starters are permitted, but members are free to continue their ongoing event threads until their natural conclusion. An announcement will be made on both days when the event has started and ended. Involvement: The Brooklyn Art Festival is organized by a nonprofit and run almost entirely by volunteers. All artists involved — asked to lead a Sketch 101 class, performing on a stage, featured in an exhibit, etc. — do so either voluntarily, or only for a small sum of money despite their professional status. As such, characters are welcome to both be guests of the event, or volunteers manning a booth, performing on a stage, hosting or featured in a gallery, or anything in between! Threads: Members are highly encouraged to engage in any art festival related threads during this time, and are free to continue non-event threads as well! Just please be sure to tag all event threads as bhqevent002 for differentiation purposes.

If you have any other questions about the event, please do not hesitate to reach out to the main!

[dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons]

Summer camp staff au

Giorno: it’s his first summer working at the camp and he was hired to instruct the wilderness safety courses. It mostly consists of talking about different plants and which ones are dangerous to eat and which aren’t. And being able to identify different types of bugs and snakes and other creatures. What to do if you get bitten by a poisonous snake. He will find a poisonous snake and pick it up to show them it’s different markings.

Bruno: has worked at the camp for years. Used to counsel every year but now he heads up the boats/fishing department. Had Mista, Narancia, Trish, and Fugo as his campers back when they were younger and they caused so much chaos. He was the most respected counselor, and no one wanted to upset him. He also did weird things sometimes, like pull a whole cake out of the walls using his stand because it was someone’s birthday.

Abbacchio: he works in the night security department. Mostly making sure no one suspicious shows up on the property and that no campers sneak out (they always do he never catches them). During the day he just takes a long nap, unless he gets a phone call for an emergency.

Mista: he is the worst counselor. Him and Narancia counseled together once and had the craziest cabin. And one time they were in rival cabins and that was also a good time. He always sneaks out at night with Narancia to go stargazing or steal snacks from the kitchen instead of being with their campers.

Narancia: also the worst counselor. He often gets mistaken for a camper. When he was a camper he brought fireworks to camp and set them off at night. He also did that when he was a counselor, but Abbacchio didn’t catch him. Him and Mista goof off all the time.

Fugo: he works in the kitchen. Has given the whole camp food poisoning on multiple occasions. He likes to mash potatoes when he is super angry. Honestly his food doesn’t taste good at all, whenever he is the one that makes it everyone just groans. He is still figuring cooking out.

Trish: she works in the arts and crafts department! Queen of friendship bracelets! She always makes tie dye shirts with various shades of pink and wears them to work every day. Her and Narancia do arts and crafts together during their time off.

[thatdaddykali]

It's already been a difficult Monday morning for @baby-nadi-ann She started with getting "slut" and "piglet" carved into her creamy baby thighs with Daddy's new knife. She was padded with a cute rainbow tie dye diaper and left with strict instructions before Daddy left for work about taking her fiber supplements, hourly minimum bottle feedings, and lunch/nap times. She also has to let Daddy know every time she wears her soggy diaper. Since she has no control at all because she's a little puddle piglet, she filled her diaper right away! She had to add another diaper, followed by a nice thick padded diaper cover, so there's no doubt that she's the biggest baby EVER. As if the dress wasn't a giveaway? I sure hope the repairman finds her as precious as I do when he comes by later! She's all alone in the house, so I expect a full report as her day progresses!

[tigorrrr]

𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 || prompt::cuddling on the couch together

Ship(?): Alexa & Diya

Rated: fluff

Warnings: gals being pals :)

Alexa belongs to @infinitnei

           Alexa rushed her next exhale though her nostrils, annoyed.

           Her roommate has been wiggling like a worm on the two-seat sofa both currently occupy and it wasn't that much space considering what they are up to, ground would have been preferable but they are so far in the task at hand that neither bothered to voice the suggestion.

           "Can you try the heart later? Pretty please?" Diya chirped at her friend, looking over her shoulder at her before returning her eyes back on the script on the armrest.

           "Only if you'll stay still..." Alexa folded the loose end of a purple rope underneath the line which went over her belly and formed a knot that completed another diamond shape at Diya's navel.

           "イエ―イ~! 本当に ありがとう ございます, Schatz."

           Honestly, how Diya managed to soften her up like a marshmallow, is still an enigma to her like believers on a Sunday mass — no offence to the religious, of course.

           "But first, you have to behave." Alexa tutted and gave a light tug to the harness that goes around her ribs. Diya tittered over her startled gasp. "Or I'm not doing shit."

           "Alright, alright." Diya gave in without an ounce of rebellion. "... Are you even looking at the instructions once?"

           Clearing her throat, Alexa glanced at the catalog by her foot that rested on the carpet, her other leg was crossed underneath the left leg's knee. "Don't worry, I'm being careful."

           Her roommate let out a curious hum but didn't press the matter further.

           Examining the words on the paper in front of her and having nothing else to do than sit and play nice, Diya decided to pick out quite a subject to talk about. "These new advertisements that you're applying to..."

           "Mhm? What about them?"

           Diya felt her friend press up to her shoulder-blades when looping the rope around her hip and dropped it in between her thighs, she raised on her knees as much as Alexa needed to continue 'decorating' the meaty, ivory thigh. Since she prefers to go around in her underwear and croptops a lot of her space of her body was bare for Alexa to tie up with her pretty rope.

           "Not that I'm an expert but going for a hair dye commercial right off the beat... isn't it required to do modeling first?"

           Alexa's brows furrowed an inch. "Well... not like I'm crazy about it but I guess modeling is unavoidable, every advertisement job requires it."

           "And why not get some inside help? You want to be a movie and/or a series star so befriend someone who has been in the biz."

           Alexa sighed and her breath tickled her friend's ear. "It's not that easy, Diya..."

           Diya leaned back, bumping her temple against Alexa's chin as she tried to give her a sporting smile. "Hey, you'll pull through. Besides, you have me if anything~"

           She offered a seldom smile of her own and examined Diya's tied arms behind her back, double checking that although it digs into the snow-white skin it does not cut off blood flow. The closeness gave Diya a time to nuzzle Alexa's cheek with her flat nose, her tough friend was so wrapped around her finger now that she just accepted the affectionate gestures.

           "Now you're being all cute so I would do the heart pattern."

           "Mmmmaybe?" Diya returned Alexa's knowing smirk with a pout. Her friend knew her too well. "You're doing it so well!! It can't be your first time!"

           "It is!"

[zooophagous]

Sleep was the enemy of the anxious thing. For many hours, he sat awake, fighting it, convinced that closing his eyes would only lead to some new, fresh Hell being visited on him while he was locked deeply in his dream state. Stress was hard on a body, however, even an immortal one, and eventually Strauss succumbed to rest. Dreams escaped him, he plunged deep into a deathlike state of near oblivion- and then, very suddenly, he existed again.

There were noises in the hall beyond his door. It sounded of thunder, or distant gun shots. Some decades ago he had survived explosions as war ravaged Europe- this sounded something like that, but without the earth shaking terror that accompanied it. There was also the sound of someone yelling.

Perhaps this begged investigation. He got dressed carefully, heeding his instructions to wear pants when not in his room. He did not put on undergarments, because -they could not make him- but a tee shirt and sweatpants and a pair of grip-bottomed socks had him dressed enough. It occurred to him the door might be locked- if there was real trouble, he may be unable to investigate or even escape- but the heavy door slid open easily when he tried it.

Well. Relative freedom. Unexpected, for a vampire in the Van Helsing Institute.  He pulled his blanket off his bed and draped it over his shoulders like a cape. The wamrth and weight of the thing lent him a small bit of comfort in uncertainty. He stepped quietly out into the hall and followed his ears.

At the end of the hall was what Artemis had called 'the game room.' It sounded something like a war game from here. He turned the corner to see a young man, sitting on the floor in front of the television, a small plastic device of some kind in his hand, and a picture of gunfire and violence and Hell broiling across the screen.

Ah, the television, and a 'video game.' Such an obnoxious noise. He glared at the man sitting on the floor, who had yet to notice him. He was a scruffy faced individual, dressed in tie-dye, ruddy skinned and stout. He seemed to be responsible for the virtual bloodshed.

"That thing makes a noise that could raise the dead."

Strauss snarked in annoyance. The man on the floor whipped his head around to meet the stranger's gaze, and got up with a smile and a laugh.

"Oh, hey! Hi buddy, I was wondering when you'd show up. Troy Cunningham." Before the vampire even had time to act, Troy had crossed the room and taken him by the hand, giving him a firm handshake. Strauss only blinked stupidly and let his hand hang limply in the stranger's grasp.

"Ah... guten abend, Herr Cunningham. I am Luther Strauss."

"Just Troy, thanks. Herr Cunningham was my father." Troy laughed. "Hey, before I forget, what are your pronouns, bud?"

"Uh. I am dead. Can I turn that off?" Strauss pointed at the television. "It is not because I mean to be the death of mirth. It is just, the speakers on these things. They hurt my ears."

"OH! Oh hang on, I have something for you." Troy retreated to his seat for a moment, and returned with a small plastic box, which he thrust into the vampire's palm. "Here, Artemis mentioned you had trouble with noises. TVs and electronics make these really high pitched annoying sounds that not everyone can hear. These helped me."

Strauss tilted his head and stared vacantly at the box. Inside were two small funnel shaped objects, with a short of corkscrew pattern grooved into them. "What is this?"

"Noise reducing ear plugs. I got them when I was big into going to concerts. It cuts down on the loudest sounds but still lets you hear most of the good stuff. You just stick 'em right in your ear hole."

"Fascinating." Strauss replied flatly. That sounded stupid. He wondered if this wasn't some sort of joke at his expense, but... when in Rome. He took the small objects and gently inserted them into his ears. The room and the television were... surprisingly, pleasantly muffled.

"How's it treatin' you bud?"

"Actually, Troy. I believe it is helping." He blinked in surprise and stepped further into the room, towards the TV. "I've never been able to stand to be near one of these things. I feel I can almost tolerate it now."

"Yeah, these things were a godsend for me! All that high pitched crap my parents could never hear, and you can FORGET concerts without 'em. So you've never watched TV before?"

"Not really, no. Not for more than a moment or two at a time."

"Do you want to play Doom?"

"Uh." The vampire looked between the new face and the television. "Sure."

He took a seat in front of the television, cross legged on the floor. He pulled his blanket further around himself in a tiny makeshift tent of protection. "What is the premise of this game?"

"It's easy. You get a gun and kill a bunch of demons."

"Oh." His voice fell. "Truth be told, Troy, that is something of a sore subject for me."

"Yeah? Ooooh is it because of the vampire hunting thing? Oh, hey, do crosses bother you?"

"No. Religious imagery, much like God himself, is innefective and does nothing. It is more the things that people have done under a cross shaped banner that frighten me. The people who come bearing them are fairly universally unkind to a vampire."

"Hey man, I get it. Religious nuts aren't really crazy about me either."

"And what are you? you don't look vampire."

"I'm gay."

"Ah." Strauss nodded in understanding. "Forgive me, I have been literally living under a rock. I forget there are struggles beyond my own."

"Don't worry about it dude. Hey, can I ask you an uncomfortable question?"

"This entire interaction is uncomfortable."

"You come from an "older generation" of sorts. Is me being gay going to, you know, make it weird? Like are you bothered by that? Cuz I'm not going to hide it, just so we're clear."

"No, Troy, most of my prejudices died when I did. They no longer serve me. I do not mind you so long as you are not frightened of a vampire."

"Nah, I can take ya." Troy joked, and elbowed him playfully. Strauss nearly toppled from the impact. Troy was much stronger than he let on. "Here, if you're not put off by it already I can show you how to play."

"Maybe I will just watch you for a bit, to see what it is like. Is that agreeable?"

"Sure. If you like this you'd love Twitch. We're gonna have to get you caught up on some shows too. Hey, has anyone ever told you that you sound like Alan Rickman?"

"Who?"

"Oh, good. You'll find out, Strauss, you'll find out."

"...Luther."

"Luther?"

"Herr Strauss was my father." He said with a nervous smile.

"Ha! good good. Making progress already. I like it."

[bl00d-bunny]

vampire red - eddie munson

-pairing- eddie munson x gn!reader

-summary- dying eddies hair to match yours

-warnings- none to my knowledge, let me know if i missed anything

-word count- 1k

-additional notes- not edited!! based on this i posted awhile ago :p enjoy luvs

”jesus christ, you look like you’ve been electrocuted,” eddie leaned against the door frame to your bathroom

you turned to look at yourself in the mirror, okay maybe the bleach fried your hair a little bit it’ll all be worth it

“it will be fine once i’ve put the colour on,” you assured him as you mixed the dye in a plastic bowl.

“what colour are you doing this time?” he leaned forward to try and see in the bowl but the colour was dark it was hard to tell.

“uhhh it’s called… vampire red,” you flipped the dye container in your hand to read the shade name.

“vampire red,” he raised his eyebrows “what kind of red is that?”

“let’s find out, shall we?” you dipped the hair dye brush in the colour slathering a blob on your bleached hair as eddie slowly entered the small bathroom to watch.

30 minutes later and your hair is fully covered, you tie it in a bun on your head. eddies sat on the toilet, he watched the whole time occasionally complimenting the colour or pointing out patches of red dye on your skin.

you started to clean up the mess you’d made but there was still so much leftover dye. you look at eddie then back at the bowl of hair dye. he knew exactly what you was thinking, he could tell just by the mischievous look on your face.

and before you could even ask “no way, no fucking way are you putting that crap in my hair!”

“please, just a strip,” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes “we'll match,” you smiled

who was he kidding, he could never say no to you, “fine but only a strip, i don’t want my hair falling out,”

“relax i’ve been dying my hair for years now and i’m still not bald,” you grabbed the hairbrush to attempt to tame his mane. honestly, you don’t know if eddie even knows what a hairbrush is. not that your complaining, you love his hair but you don’t love spending 15 minutes trying to detangle it.

once it was fully detangled you tied his hair in a bun high on his head with a small piece left out, and you began mixing a small amount of bleach.

“is it supposed to smell that bad?” he pulled his shirt up to cover his nose.

“don’t be dramatic it’s not that bad,” you put the bowl of bleach on the counter to look at him “are you sure because once i put the bleach on there’s no going back”

“i’m sure,” he said without missing a beat

“you really don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you assured him even though he already knew he didn’t have to which he assured you of seconds later.

after finally applying the bleach you two had settled on the couch before you had to wash it out. the whole time eddie complained, he complained about the smell, how it made his eyes water, how it made his head itch, and finally how it burned.

“eddie, not to alarm you but we forgot to start the timer,” you said as you looked at the clock on the wall realising a little too long had passed

eddie shot straight up “well quick before all my hair falls out!” he pulled your arm to yank you off the couch and drag you to the bathroom.

you gently removed the foil and instructed him to put his head over the bathtub. you tested the water on your hand before you began to rinse the now bleached section of hair. eddie, ever the dramatic, complained the whole time. first the water was too hot then too cold then it was in his eyes.

“this would be so much easier if you just kept still,” you reminded him for the hundredth time

“i’m trying,” he whined like an unruly child

finally, the bleach was out and you could apply the red, he sat on the toilet again toying with the drawstrings of your sweatpants. you applied the colour evenly and wrapped it in foil again because knowing eddie he’d get the dye everywhere it shouldn’t be if you didn’t.

“okay go set the timer for 30 minutes, im gonna start washing mine out,”

“do you want help washing it out?” he offered and of course, you couldn’t say no to eddie or an offer like that

“please, but go set the timer first we really don’t want to forget again,”

you don’t think eddies ever completed a task so quickly but he was back in the bathroom within seconds.

You leaned over the tub as eddie started the shower, like you he tested the water temperature on his hand. he directed the shower over your head warm water embracing you as he used his other hand to run his fingers through your hair. when the water started to run clear he turned the shower off and picked up your favourite shampoo. he applied a generous amount to his hand before using his long fingers to lather it into your hair. even though you were sure he couldn’t make any more bubbles he continued to massage lazy circles into your scalp. you closed your eyes, allowing the bliss to encompass your body. eventually, he turned the shower back on and began washing the pink froth from your head.

when he was finished you wrapped your damp hair in a towel, and shortly after it was time to wash out eddies hair. he assumed his position over the tub and you started the routine again, check water temperature, rinse, lather, rinse and dry. once his hair was dry you stood him in front of the mirror to reveal his new look. you stood on your tippy toes to pull the towel.

“what do you think?” you looked at his reflection trying to read his reaction.

his face lit up “i think vampire red might be my new favourite colour”

he looked at your reflection next to him before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“we look so good,” he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“we do,” you smiled at the two of you in the mirror and he smiled back before placing a kiss on your cheek.

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

About Klemper☃️

Backstory:

https://dnpanimationstudioclone.tumblr.com/post/688965681439457280/klemper-backstory

There's been a lot of criticism of Klemper's portrayal. Many finding it making fun of disabled or the "weird" kids.

I want to keep his motive, wanting to make friends and expand on that. His whole life, he was ostracized for not fitting in due to his disability, and even now as a ghost is lonely. Many of the ghosts avoid him due to his ice powers and since most are from older times, don't understand how to really talk to him.

Klemper's a pretty cool guy, literally. He's very sweet and would love nothing more than someone to just chill and play with him in the snow. With that said due to his undersensitivity to snow and strong powers, most steer away from him, leaving him usually alone and get lost in his own Winter Wonderland. Because he didn't know for a while he was dead and how strong his powers can be, if not careful can easily cause an ice age.

When he meets Danny and gets better support, gets to know the other ghosts better and learns how to control his ice powers better, he's always happy to join in on stuff and see where his afterlife will take him, as long as he gets to do it with friends.

Personality

Sweet, compassionate, warm hearted, cheerful, playful, affectionate, socially akward, honest, starry eyed, loyal, trusting, perhaps way too trusting, timid, insecure, emotional, sensitive and tends to get lost in hid own world.

Facts:

Headcanon VA-Josh Gad(Olaf, Frozen), Eugene Mirman(Gene Belcher, Bob's Burgers), Nancy Cartwight(Chuckie Finster, Rugrats), EG Daily(Tommy Pickles, Rugrats), Brandon Mychal Smith(Rottmnt Mikey), Kate Micucci(Webby Vanderquack, Ducktales), James Corden(Biggie, Trolls).

Is Neurodivergent. Autism♾️

Abilities- Cyrokinesis, can glide place to place, friendly, make and animate snow to his will, can produce a lot of snow and ice and shape it, especially in very low tempature conditions, undersensitivity to cold(can be an advantage and problem), can remove his limbs and body parts, welcoming personality, compassionate, great snow man maker and greater hugger.

Weaknesses- Has trouble controlling powers when emotionally distressed, panicking, tends to get lost in his own world, overly trusting, not good in hand to hand combat, not a good liar, can lose his parts unwillingly, doesn't do well under pressure, has trouble with social cues, reading people and communication, sensitive to things such as noises, brightness, etc, hypersensitivity to heat, will melt and lose his powers.

Likes- Snow, anything snow related, winter, being outside, penguins, the cold, friends, the night, stars, white, blue and pink, Danny, Jazz, Sidney, Ember, Johnny 13 + Kitty, Cheese, smores, Baked Alaska, cartoons, Hannah Barbera cartoons, comic strips, Charlie Brown, ASMR, fondue, houerderves, hot chocolate, peppermint, music boxes, snowglobes, warm hugs and being with someone.

Dislikes- Heat, Ember's fire, yellow snow, loud noises, having to go to sleep, unspecific instructions, looking too deep into tie-dye, road salt, being in crowds, people ruining his snowmen, thinking about his past, people judging him and being mean about him being disabled, seeing his friends hurt and being alone.

His hat was a gift from his grandfolks.

Fav holiday- Christmas🎄

Fav movie-Frosty The Snowman☃️

Only recently found out he was dead.

Doesn't sleep a lot. Has trouble due to his autism.

Like Sid doesn't like to talk about his past too much, especially about his family.

Knew Spectra as kids.

His family was pretty well off💲

Makes snowman to keep him company. He's able to animate them and have them do what he wants but they don't have free will or any sentience. It's something he's sadly aware of hence why he's always looking for real friends.

What do u think? I'd love to know💖

[comparativetarot]

The Magician. Art by Kim Thompson, from Divine Your Dinner.

DREAM IT, CONJURE IT.

Magickal Ingredient: Cinnamon Inspires self-mastery through connection with the Universe

You are the creator of your world. No matter your circumstances or resources, you have the ability to change your personal domain. Your power is an extension of the connection you have with the Earth and the Universe, these celestial bodies that all ultimately came from the same place as you. Call on these siblings when you need assistance aligning your experience with your ideals. Then, kick back with a glass of this Butterfly Pea Flower Cinnamon Gimlet and wait for the visions to come floating in.

Used as a magickal accelerator in many spells, cinnamon packs an energetic punch all on its own, activating your power as much as your taste buds. The stress-reducing properties of butterfly pea flower allow you to fully enjoy the awakening.

ADDITIONAL MAGICKAL INGREDIENTS: BUTTERFLY PEA FLOWER, LEMON

BUTTERFLY PEA FLOWER CINNAMON GIMLET COCKTAIL—MAKES 1 COCKTAIL

A classic gimlet is two parts gin, one part lime, and some simple syrup for good measure, shaken and served up. This is not a classic gimlet—it’s full of magick—and even though true magicians should never reveal their tricks, we’re gonna have to. Wait to add the lemon juice until after you serve it. The butterfly pea flower syrup reacts with the acidity and changes from electric blue to deep purple for a swirling tie-dye effect. Just serve the cocktail with the lemon on the rim of the glass and tell your friends to squeeze the juice and drop the rind into their drinks to watch the magick unfold!

HOT TIP: FOR A NONALCOHOLIC VERSION OF THIS DRINK, ADD 2 OUNCES BUTTERFLY PEA SYRUP TO AN 8-OUNCE GLASS, ADD ICE, AND TOP WITH CLUB SODA. DON’T FORGET TO SQUEEZE IN A WEDGE OF LEMON OR LIME TO CREATE THE MAGICK EFFECT.

2½ ounces gin ½ ounce Butterfly Pea Syrup (recipe follows) ¼ lemon, for serving

1. In a cocktail shaker, combine the gin and pea flower syrup. Add ice. Shake well to combine, about 30 seconds. Strain into a coupe glass. 2. Position the lemon wedge on the rim of the glass and give instructions to the recipient for squeezing in the lemon juice before drinking.

BUTTERFLY PEA SYRUP MAKES ABOUT ¾ CUP

2 cinnamon sticks 1 tablespoon whole dried butterfly pea flowers ½ cup sugar

1. In a small saucepan, combine ½ cup water, the cinnamon sticks, and butterfly pea flowers and bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Once boiling, remove the pot from the heat and let steep for about 10 minutes, or until bright blue. Strain the liquid into a small bowl and discard the cinnamon sticks and pea flowers.

2. Return the liquid to the saucepan and stir in the sugar. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Remove from the heat and stir to make sure all the sugar has dissolved. Let cool to room temperature, then refrigerate to chill before using. Store in an airtight container in the fridge for up to 1 month.

BUTTERFLY PEA SYRUP MAKES ABOUT ¾ CUP

2 cinnamon sticks 1 tablespoon whole dried butterfly pea flowers ½ cup sugar

1. In a small saucepan, combine ½ cup water, the cinnamon sticks, and butterfly pea flowers and bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Once boiling, remove the pot from the heat and let steep for about 10 minutes, or until bright blue. Strain the liquid into a small bowl and discard the cinnamon sticks and pea flowers.

2. Return the liquid to the saucepan and stir in the sugar. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Remove from the heat and stir to make sure all the sugar has dissolved. Let cool to room temperature, then refrigerate to chill before using. Store in an airtight container in the fridge for up to 1 month.

[somediyprojects]

DIY Leather Stained Coasters

Project by Matt Pierce:

My early attempts with leather stain were messy, awkward and always too dark. I pretty much resigned myself to dark colors and floods. Then a friend, Eric Trine, started playing with dye in a spray bottle, and I was instantly intrigued. The results looked quite cool. So after giving it another try, I’m here to tell you about a much more fun method: using the spray bottle.

Small bottles of dye are somewhat inexpensive, mini spray bottles are about $2 and a scrap of natural leather is quite cheap. All of these items can be found online or at your local Tandy Leather store. Here’s my example, but use this lesson as a start to experiment even further. Go with more solid coverage, try stripes, paint the dye with a brush, tie-dye thinner leathers . . . there are lots of possibilities. — Matt

Materials

Vegetable Tanned Tooling Leather, 8–10 oz. weight

Fiebing’s Acrylic Leather Dye (or Eco-Flo Dye)

Fiebing’s Tan Kote

Tools

knife or leather shears

rags or paper towels

2 oz. mini spray bottles

butcher paper

Instructions

1. Prepare your dye bottles by pouring just a little dye into each and adding a little water. I usually mix one part dye to three parts water. Cap each and shake. Lay out some butcher paper to keep your area clean since you’ll be spraying dye everywhere!

2. Cut a piece of leather to use as a mask, and some shapes, as well. Practice your dye technique by spraying an edge, moving the mask, spraying another color and so on. It works best to spray lightly, as you can always add dye to get more solid coverage.

3. Experiment with your masks and sprays to cover a whole piece of leather with designs and color. Acrylic dye should be dry to the touch in about 30 minutes, but feel free to let it cure longer before adding the finishing top coat.

4. Use Fiebing’s Tan Kote to seal the surface and protect the dye from rubbing off. Apply with a small cloth or dauber and let dry for about an hour.

5. Once dry, you can cut out coasters by tracing a shape with a pencil and cutting with shears or a knife. Now you’re ready to start protecting your coffee tables!