#went with the canon tog design for this one

[tranakin-skywalker]

Who needs a jungle gym when your dad works just fine

[ilovetheaffection]

if i had a kid meme ( you said for anyone i wanted so I’ll post them individually ) Under a cut bc I have no self control and rambled for miles. oh god.

Tony and Aria edition @dr3amkeeper5​

Name: ( so I know the fandom usually likes to do a lot of Maria for a girl and I don’t know what they do for boys. I think the twins were a boy and a girl we had decided. But I just feel like Aria wouldn’t want their kid to have to live up to anyone’s legacy. Mostly because they are already Stark kids and Iron Man’s kids. Plus her family is lol the actual worst. I promise I won’t get knee deep like this with the rest because I don’t know their history as well as Tony and Aria’s. But I was thinking that they might name their daughter Angelina because of the café where they met. She was working there and then he scooped her up after a month to work as his assistant. I do think that they don’t call her Angelina though. Aria probably does because she is not a fan of nicknames most times. Although once she gets older, Angelina is very much that person who wants to be called Lina or Angel and she gets mad when you call her anything else. Anyway, I went on a long tangent. Names! ) Angelina Violetta Stark + Graham Rhodes Stark. Aria probably thought about using James since it is Bucky and Rhodey’s first name. But I feel like Aria also would’ve bene the one to suggest Rhodes because it’s not what people expect. Plus Tony definitely caved by allowing her to give Angel the middle name Violetta. They both agreed Violet was an ugly middle name and didn’t flow well. )

Gender: cis female and male. 

General Appearance: In terms of appearance ( which I’m gonna post pics of who I see them as so I don’t think I need to talk about like actual appearance. So I’m gonna use this as a style opportunity ) But, basically I kind of see Angel as the type who literally says fuck off to the male gaze. She wears what she wants and is very comfortable and if people don’t like it--because I see Angel as a pansexual icon, they can fuck off. I’d say she inherited tony’s flair for like band t-shirts and long sleeves though and it’s always bands that came out like so far before she was born that people question how she knows them. With Rhodes, I would say he tends to dress more like Ric in terms of like he can be casual? But he’s more in line with Ric’s every day look which is basically to the nines at all times. Ric was excited when he was old enough to go shopping because you know---he loves it and Aria hates shopping.

Personality: Angel is very quick witted. But she tends to also have a short fuse when it comes to her temper. She is very kind and caring though just like Aria and genuinely wants to help other people. Maybe not as a Superhero or in that world. But, more so working with underprivilege and overlooked youths. She uses some of the family wealth to start numerous foundations. Rhodes is very introverted and he doesn’t like to spend time around other people especially strangers. I would say he has undiagnosed anxiety and that’s something that Aria would pick up on and try to get him help for. 

Special Talents: Angel when she’s older kind of picks up art. But she tends to skew towards drawing and that leads to picking up tattooing. She’s actually very good. But she will only do custom designs and she doesn’t advertise it under her name. She will do cover ups for free though if you’re ashamed of your tattoo. Rhodes got Tony’s brain int he sense that he’s always thinking up inventions and ideas. Although, sometimes he can’t focus and things move too fast for him. So they leave his head before he can even jot down a general idea.

Who they like better: Rhodes is a momma’s boy and Angel is a daddy’s girl.

Who they take after more: Rhodes takes after Aria mostly. But Angel takes after Tony.

Personal Head canon: I would say that if it’s a verse where their parents did die that they wait until they are old enough and once Angel starts tattooing and get tattoos together to remember their parents. I feel like Angel would definitely have a friend do hers and it would be Iron Man related. But Rhodes would just get one of Tony’s big soundbites on his arm in text that was readable.

Face Claim:

[bookcoversalt]

I Fixed It For You: Throne of Glass

the main thing i did was unfuck the colors and the contrast en masse, but LETS TALK.

first of all, I’m a miracle worker.

second of all, listen, i try to keep my salt about the actual contents of the books separate from my salt about the covers of the books, but we’re making an exception today, because I loathe TOG inside & outside and we’re all just gonna have to be cool with that.

1) My main, #1, most hated element of this cover (and all the covers in the series) is how caelealananananaa (listen i can’t spell her name so i dont even try) (YES I KNOW SHE BECOMES AELIN IDC) looks like a frozen corpse. Why is she blue?????????????? I don’t demand she be a rosy-cheeked princess but honestly wtf? anyway look at how you can have a blue filter without making her look like a zombie. look how cool that is.

2) I don’t mind that her hair’s absurdly long, bc you can get away with that in illustration, but for some reason it’s smudgy and flat and weird? Like it’s just so badly painted in comparison to the detail on her outfit? I don’t want to denigrate the placement/ movement of it because it’s the only dynamic thing on this godforsaken cover but it’s weird and i went w some tamer photomanip. “but it doesn’t look as badass and edgy!” aint fuckall about caelealealnsnsnsan that’s half as badass and edgy as the illustration. a milquetoast photomanip is all she deserves so i DO NOT feel bad about this.

(By the way--this is pure speculation, but I feel like the original illustration of C was costume concept art for some unrelated project. This illustration to me doesn’t say “was commissioned for a book cover” it says someone was doing concepting for something else, it never got used, and when bloomsbury said “female assassin?” it got pulled out and purchased. there’s just SUCH a higher level of detail in her clothes than her face or hair, and this would explain the vagueness of her sword-things and also possibly why she’s barefoot and blue--this was a character that was, before it was Calealananeana. OR I MIGHT BE TOTALLY OFF BASE. BUT THE LEVEL OF DETAIL IN THE JACKET/SHIRT VS PAINTERLY NONSPECIFICITY OF HAIR/FACE IS V WEIRD TO ME. ANYWAY.)

3) Wtf is happening in the background? Why’s it that color? It looks vaguely aquatic, but the whole color scheme of the thing says “ICY/ COLD”, neither of which have any canon basis, so I replaced it with a less-ugly ~burst of magical light that also actually works with rather than against the gradients happening around the edges. speaking of the gradients happening around the edges, why are they ugly purple? It doesn’t go with any of the other colors, and I feel like if I licked this book it would taste like artificial grape. So I desaturated tf out of them.

4) Hand-in-hand with fixing the background, I generally balanced the contrast of the illustration. Also I had to give her a new photomanip face, because what’s there is so weirdly murky.

5) Got rid of that delia’s-magazine thigh gap, but more importantly, raised it. Original Caelaelalaeeanananaa’s crotch is inexplicably low, making her torso too long.

6) I GAVE HER SHOES, WHICH IS NOT A THING I SHOULD HAVE HAD TO DO

7) There’s nothing wrong with the original title, my beef is with the imagery, but I redid all the text for the sake of being Thorough. its not my best work i felt a compulsion to introduce some sans serif in there.

8) fixed whatever that little gap in her pants is below the belt. a nitpick, but honestly, it looks like her pants are falling down. you can’t assassinate people if you’re pulling up your pants.

not that would matter because she doesn’t assassinate a single damn person in this book yet she’s ~THE ASSASSIN~ how convenient that she gets to have a cool sexy title without doing anything that might make anyone uncomfortable. everyone loves a Badass Female CharacterTM until they do anything moderately morally grey, good thing we sidestepped that ha ha ha

By the by, these are the alternate covers:

The one on the left was the original paperback and from what I understand was short-lived. I understand why it wasn’t liked; it’s clearly a dead-eyed model rather than anyone who is actually going to hurt you, but for what it’s worth, the design is much more balanced and the colors MUCH better than what came after it. I debated working with the cover on the right, which I think is the UK version? but I didn’t want to force myself to look at THRIONE OF GLASS all day

like I can’t be the only person who reads this “THRIONE” right?

Anyway. Is my version a good cover? Still not really. It’s generic af, though this is at least in part because the ubiquity of TOG spawned a whole bunch of copycat covers amongst the YA fantasy crowd and now we’re overly used to looking at things like it. (I will at some point do a roundup. we’ve denigrated so many RQ knockoffs on this blog its only fair.)

here it is once again for good measure. fuck those dumb purple gradients. fuck this book. bye.

[whoinwhoville]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler Additional Tags: Bikini - Freeform, Swimming, jaaaaaaack, embarassed ten Series: Part 3 of Whoville's Follower Milestone Celebration Summary:

The Doctor promises Rose a visit to the best beach in the universe. But then he sees her in a brilliant bikini.

Written for  @goingtothetardis who won my follower milestone celebration ficlet for Ten x Rose canon ficlet. Prompt: Ten sees Rose in a bathing suit for the first time since he regenerated.

Rose bit her thumb. Trying to decide was proving harder than it ever should be.

“That’s what I get for owning twenty swimsuits. Who even has twenty swimsuits? This is ridiculous.”

She pawed through the pile of mismatched tops, bottoms, and one-piece water-wear.

She picked up a one-piece red suit and then tossed it aside remembering that the wrap-style top part was too big and gaped open.

Then the two-piece green tankini - an unfortunate neon phase when she was seventeen.

She picked up a very flattering white bikini - Shireen had convinced her to buy it. The minute she’d jumped into the public pool, she’d heard catcalls. It had gone see-thru. She hadn’t spoken to Shireen for a week. “I didn’t pack this? Why’s this one here?” She heard the TARDIS giggle.

The one-piece black halter had strings that went around her neck. But it had bad habit of coming untied, usually after diving into the pool. Great for tanning, terrible for having fun in the water.

Another black one — a bikini. The bottoms were a wee bit too close to thong territory.

And yet another black one - for exercise. And it felt like a compression suit.

A red bikini. She smiled wickedly and put it in the maybe pile. “Gotta love Miracle Bra.”

A metallic gold bikini — Mickey had bought it after marathoning Star Wars for the umpteenth time. (She crinkled her nose) and tossed it aside.

Pink bikini with a ruffled skirt. “What was I thinking? Am I eight?”

Pink one-piece with teeny white dots — cute pattern, but the leg holes were too low and made her feel like a granny.

White. Not see-thru. Strange smashed mono-boob thing.

She held up a navy blue one-piece. Too small.

She glanced at a sky-blue bikini. “Too much side-boob.”

“And this one is just ugly. Oh yeah, it was on the 85% discount rack at Henrik’s. Does it even fit anymore?” She held it up. “Yeah, it fits. Ugh. I hate throwing out stuff that fits.”

She picked up the red maybe suit and examined it again. “He does seem to like red. He’s always staring at my mouth when I wear that red lipstick. And the red jacket on Satellite Five — I got some good looks up and down in that outfit. But that was then. What about now? I don’t even know what his favorite color is now! Although I could guess it’s brown. I like the brown. I really like the brown. Do I have a brown one? No, I don’t look good in brown. Why would I ever wear a brown bathing suit?” Rose groaned, and fell face-forward into her fluffy comforter.

She lifted her head, and then she saw a suit that she didn’t recognize. It was hanging on the doorknob.

Rose crinkled her forehead as she pulled it off of the shiny silver handle. She held up the top by the bra straps.

“Ooh La La. Never heard of that brand. Cute name. Right size, too.”

There was nothing special about the design of the suit. No embellishments. Just a classic bikini. The color was nice and cheerful. She quickly stripped off her clothing and put it on, and then went into the bathroom to take a look.

She tugged the top, adjusting it so that it covered the parts that needed covering, but showed off the parts that she wanted to show off.

The bottoms fit well and didn’t need to any adjustment.

Rose turned this way and that, looking at her reflection. She smiled. “This makes my bum look good.” With a bite of the lip she tugged the straps, enhancing the push-up effect just slightly. Not too skimpy, not too plain. Just the right bit of oomph.

“And… we have a winner.” She let out a little hooray and quickly gathered the rest of her things and headed out to the console room.

oOo

“Time’s a ticking, Rose Tyler. Chop chop. I promise, you don’t want to miss— the… uh…”

“I’m ready. Let’s go. I can hardly wait to jump into the water.”

The Doctor stood statue-still, feet glued to the grating.

“Something wrong? Do I have spinach in my teeth?”

He tugged his ear. He clasped his hands behind his back. He shoved one hand into a coat pocket, and then the other into the pocket of his trousers, striking an awkward, uneven pose.

“Something must be wrong to got you so tongue-tied. So go on, spit it out.”

“That’s the swimsuit you’re wearing?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, it’s my ballgown. My bikini’s in my bag.”

He blew air through is lips. “Right. Of course. Ha! Your bathing costume. Cossie. Your swim togs. Togs. Toggies. Cozzy. Bathing suit. Definitely not a ballgown. Definitely. Nope. You are a very funny human, Rose Tyler. Very, very funny. And I’ve met some humans who, and I promise you, are very very veeeery funny.” The Doctor gritted a smile. “You know who’s funny? Lucille Ball. Lovely woman. And ginger.” He sighed.

“What are you nattering on about?” she laughed, looping her arm through the acrylic hoops of her pink mesh beach bag.

“Well,” he tugged on his ear, “it’s, you know…” He waved his finger around. “Flattering.”

She smiled slyly. “That’s sorta the point, isn’t it?”

“I think you should change. Might be too… flattering for where we’re going.”

“You said this place was uninhabited. Do the birds have hangups about skin?” she joked.

He cringed.

“I’m not changing, Doctor.”

“The Victorians wore black bathing costumes over big ol’ billowing black bloomers. Ha! Awfully awesome alliteration. Ha HA! I did it again! You’da thought the undertow would have claimed more lives. I never knew how—“

“We aren’t going swimming with Queen Victoria, are we?”

“No! No. Definitely not. She’d would’ve had our heads. Or drawn and quartered. Very unpleasant. Or will take our heads. Or could. She thought you were naked before…” he trailed off.

“So then, what’s the problem, Doctor. You’re turning all red.”

Rose took a step forward.

The Doctor took a step back.

“Oh come off it. You’ve seen me in a million bikinis. What’s wrong with this one? Don’t you like yellow?”

“Yellow is absolutely brilliant. Completely and absolutely outstandingly perfect.”

“I’m going out there. You coming? Or are you just gonna stand there with your gob going nonstop?”

Rose brushed passed the Doctor and pushed the door open, illuminating the TARDIS with cheerful sunlight and the smell of salt air.

The Doctor put on his sunglasses, and slowly dragged his coat from its standard storage spot.

“Maybe it’s not the one. I did throw it away.”

He could swear he heard the TARDIS laugh.

oOo

Rose looked out towards the horizon. Small islands dotted the azure water. The beach was deserted, save the occasional sea bird flying overhead.

“So no people on this planet?”

“Nope.”

“Any dangerous animals?”

“Nope.”

“You coming? I want to get in.”

“Nope.”

“Isn’t it safe? Giant sharks with poisonous fangs? Enormous stinging jellyfish?”

“Nope.”

“Why’d we come then? You told me this was the most beautiful beach in the universe.”

The Doctor swallowed hard.

“Doctor…?” Rose crossed her arms. “What’s going on?”

“Uh… Rose, where’d you get that uh… garment you’re wearing?”

“Garment?” She snorted. “It’s a bikini. Since when did you become such a prude?”

He dragged his hands down his face. “Just answer the question.”

“It was hanging on my doorknob. I don’t know where it came from. The TARDIS must’ve put it there.” She frowned. “Why? Is it poisoned or something? Alien tech that shoots darts out of the bikini top?”

The Doctor blushed fiercely.

“You are so easy to wind up! Come on, tell me! What’s the problem?”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times.

A slow, lopsided grin appeared. “You know what, Doctor? I think you like it. You’ve been looking.” She bit her lower lip. “New New Doctor.” Rose swung her hips as she approached him.

He squeaked.

She was now a hair-breadths away.

“You did say it was flattering.”

“Yes. Very.” He nodded, eyes closed.

Rose laughed and shook her head. “Whatever. Race you to the water!”

She took off, sprinting over the sand.

“Rose!” he bellowed. “Stop! Don’t go in the water!”

“No way!” she called over her shoulder. “You brought me swimming, so I’m gonna swim.”

The Doctor dropped onto his bum, and buried his face in his hands.

He heard her squeal as she dove into the cool, but refreshing surf.

But then she screamed.

And she screamed again. Louder.

“I’m so sorry!” he yelled hiding his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” she screeched. “You put this thing in my room, didn’t you? Thought you’d play a joke?”

The Doctor pulled his lanky frame off of the sand and slowly walked backwards to the edge of the water.

“It wasn’t me, Rose. I promise. I thought the thing was gone.”

But then he heard laughing.

And then he heard sloshing.

Louder and louder. Closer and closer.

He ran up the beach, and again walked backwards, this time carrying his long, brown, full-coverage coat.

“Here. Put this on.” He held it out to her behind his back.

“Nope.” Splash, splash.

“It wasn’t my fault. Do you believe me?”

“Nope.” Splash, splash, splash, splash.

“It was Jack!” he exclaimed. “He bought it! Thought it’d be funny. You know his sense of humour. I put it in the rubbish bin. Thought the TARDIS incinerated it.”

“Apparently not,” she purred.

“Come on Rose, take the coat,” he begged.

“Nope.”

She was right behind him now. He could feel her breath on his neck. And he could feel her skin on his back. Her wet, uncovered, soft, and very bare skin.

And then Rose took the coat and slipped it on.

“You can turn around now,” she purred.

“You know what I think?”

“Nope.”

“I think you wanted me to wear the bikini. You didn’t tell me about it, because you knew what was gonna happen and wanted it to happen.”

“Nope.”

“But you did know what would happen?”

He was quiet. “Yep.”

“I am a bit disappointed, though.”

The Doctor turned around.

“Why?”

“Best bikini I’ve ever had. And now it’s gone. Dissolved straight away.” She raised an eyebrow. “So, did Jack buy you a pair of swim trunks?”