actually white and blue


“It’s really exciting to see all those people that exist in numbers online translate into tickets and then faces, handshakes, pictures, stories.”


Puck Personality @ Sidney Crosby

theyre a bit lost (sun and moon were released in the uk today!!)

5 Favorite Lucy Outfits

#1 Tartaros Prologue

I just really enjoy the colors here. It differs from the typical blues and whites she wears.

#2 Sagittarius Stardress

I’m a sucker for archers and this A+++ Usually I don’t like boob-windows, but I don’t mind it too much here! (Side note: is Lucy wearing pants or not??? Because I always thought she was???)

#3 GMG Fight 

Again, I mostly like it for the colors! They all looked great in this dark purple :3

#4 Avatar Arc

This was kind of a throwback to the “Classic Lucy” look, but I actually like this one better than any of her other blue/white outfits!

#5 Leo Stardress

Is it practical for fighting? Not really! I do like the colors and this is what has fueled my urge to write dance!AUs. It’s just pretty…

Honorable mentions!

They were just cover/art book things, but boy did I like them! I’m a sucker for braids + sweaters and the second one actually has armor, which I adore!

Send me a character and I’ll tell you my Five favorite outfits they wear!


I think this needs a little more explanation.

I read that posts some days ago: and there was metioned that there isn’t any fanwork of Dark Magician x Blue-Eyes White Dragon - it sounded like a challenge in my ears.

Although they mentioned it could be counted as MahadxKisara, I had tried to make a human BEWD guy. Because I can.

And for the Dark Magician’s clothing, I just took this post in consideration: - and gave him some clothes likely to whatever Yugi would wear (but all black?)

That’s it. I also was thinking about that the BEWD guy could be a student, maybe studying medicine or economics and the Dark Magician works night shifts in a gothic bar :D

(I’m sorry for the messyness of the sketches, but quantity over quality? :’D)

If these guys would play with cards… Would their favourite ones be Yugi and Kaiba?


I’m crocheting a scarf. Two scarves, actually. One’s pastel baby colors: blue, pink, yellow, and white. The other one is the one in the picture above. I chose the first ball of yarn because it was soft and pretty. I chose the second because it looked like a solarpunk color scheme.

Look, the clothing/fashion industry has problems. Cheap clothes rely on underpaid, sometimes underage workers. Fashion itself sells an image of very white, very thin beauty. It would be very much within the solarpunk ideal to dismantle this industry by encouraging  homemade clothes and style.

Yet this doesn’t seem to be the reason we do it.

I’m not shaming people who are just trying to enjoy designing and making nice clothes. Nearly everything is problematic and nobody can fight all the battles all the time. And as T. X. Watson says, there’s no proper way to do solarpunk.

I bring this topic up because it illustrates the line between solarpunk-as-aesthetic and solarpunk-as-political-movement, and each influences the other.

One aspect of DIY is that it empowers individuals. Their creations are unique to the producer. Ideally, this means there is no pressure on the designer to make something cheap and fast, nor on the wearer to fit a premade category in order to buy products.

In this way, celebrating DIY fashion is a positive form of protest. It creates a counter-culture, one that fits squarely within the solarpunk ideal.

Fic (3 Things Series, Part 2): Fuyuzare

Writing Prompts

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! DM
Rating: T
Pairing: Dark Magician x Blue Eyes White Dragon (Signatureshipping)

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7)

2) A special rock, the colour black, walking through clouds whilst on a mountain

She does not rearrange his library.

Though in fairness, she hasn’t actually left yet.

The magician has taken up residence in one of his cave branches. Sometimes she is a joy to be with, she conjures the beautiful fires, laughs when he makes shapes on the wall from the shadows of his claws and tail, and they share meals from his well-stocked pantry.

Sometimes she does not seem to want to be around him at all, standing with arms folded stiffly reading a levitating book, or angrily breaking rocks open with her staff, making a noise that makes him startle and thrash his tail. The magician doesn’t feel like someone else exactly, but it’s like seeing a familiar colour in a different shade.

He tries to track what’s making her so annoyed, and after a few days he thinks he understands. He spends the next hour sweeping the snow from the mouth of the cave, so it’s no longer visible. It won’t be much good if the snow starts to fall again, but hopefully it should bear up until - he scents the air - evening. Well the days are getting short now, so maybe it will be too dark to see, and he can come out tomorrow morning.

Sure enough, she is happy, and they eat, and she plays a stone-moving game with him - which he loses, as he always seems too, not that it particularly bothers him. She gives him a sparkling blue stone she found in one of the rocks. She holds it and looks at it meaningfully before placing it by his feet so he can inspect it with his claws. The look is familiar to him, and he wonders if she dreams of piercing eyes too.

He’s having his post-lunch rest while she finishes her tea, when she suddenly rises and gestures towards outside. Her relationship with snow is perhaps more complicated than he expected. But he decides it would be nice stretch his wings fully, and gets to his feet.

He joins her at the entrance. She looks thoughtfully at him, perhaps uncertainly, but starts walking up the mountain path. The snow becomes deeper, turning some of her trailing purple cloak black. The low, shallow clouds that ring the mountain, soak them, but it drips off his scales and the armour that covers her top half and legs. For some reason it doesn’t seem to have any effect on the cloak like the snow does. It is now that he notices that the black is creeping up, not just her cloak, but her boots and the bottom of her staff where it’s left a shallow trench in the snow. He stops and makes an alarmed noise.

She turns to him, pale from the cold, and sees what he’s staring at. She shakes her head and gestures up to the top of the mountain, turning back round and continuing up. He rocks on his claws a moment but follows her.

They break through the last of the wispy clouds when they reach the flat summit. He looks off the side. It looks almost as if you could walk off - but even with wings that wouldn’t be a good idea. As if responding to his thought his wings start to betray his agitation and they flap a little now that they have room to manoeuvre.

The magician is standing under the large, black, skeletal tree that is the only point of interest up here. By Spring it’s dormant buds slowly coming to life and covering it in pale flowers; Summer, it’s bright pink blossom; Autumn, its colour darkens and turns to orange; and Winter it is as it is now - dark and silent, buds hard and strong to weather the storms.

The snow starts to fall again.

He walks over, but there’s a different aura coming off his magician friend now. Not angry like before, but that same sense of difference that he struggles to put a name to.

The hand touching the bark of the tree is beyond pale now, almost blue against its darkness. He wonders if it’s a trick of the light, until the magician turns to him to look him in the eyes. It isn’t simply snow sticking to hair, the hair itself is turning white. The purple armour becomes blacker with each white flake that falls on it. Even the staff is turning dark, the tip no longer like a curled leaf, but like-

He looks up at the tree.

Like a bud in Winter.

The dark magician still shifting like a reflection in a windy lake, aura resolving itself into something new, walks away from the tree. Strides as if to be brave. Gestures away, towards the south, where the world beyond the forest and mountains lies.

Claws crunch in the snow he draws near. He makes a noise of dissent and nods down the mountain with his head. The magician looks unsure, and putting as much reassurance in his gaze as he can, he extends his wing over the magician’s head, to keep the snow off.

He loves him in Winter too.

ask-queen-bowsette  asked:

Time for a really insane theory I had while trying to fall asleep last night: white diamond is actually yellow and blue diamond fused (possible pink). I think of weird things late at night

i briefly thought that after seeing some light colors  mixing but then i  thought if she was,  her gem wouldn’t be on her head 

Good Morning!….even though it’s 8:30 PM at the moment ahaha. But the reason behind the title is simply because i doodled this in the morning some days ago but got too lazy to finish until now.

One of the rare times in which Enzan actually sleeps properly and wakes up all groggy
Moon base Diamond murals.


So, I was just wondering why all the Diamonds had spheres in their hands and around them. And then I realized what they were because of Pink Diamond’s.

Eyeball said that Earth was Pink Diamond’s colony, and that made me realize why she only has one sphere with a smaller sphere next to it.

That’s Earth and its moon.

If Pink Diamond has her only colony on her mural, then that means all the other spheres are the other colonies. Based on this, we can learn that Blue Diamond has seven colonies, Yellow Diamond has nine, and White Diamond has twelve.

But what about those two planets with those diamond-esque shapes on top of them floating above Yellow Diamond’s hands? And what about the one White Diamond has enclosed in her hands?

The two planets in Yellow Diamond’s mural escape me on what they are. But I’m fairly sure that I know what the main one in White Diamond’s mural is.


And if my theory about that planet being Homeworld is correct, then it makes sense to say that White Diamond rules over Homeworld and that it’s her colony.

And I may be stretching just a bit, but I think the amount of colonies a Diamond has shows how important they are. So by that logic, White Diamond is the main leader, Yellow Diamond is right next to her, Blue Diamond comes next, and Pink Diamond is the least important.

So, I still may be stretching a bit here, but I think the fact that Rose shattered the least important Diamond shows that she was ready to take the war past Earth if she could. And by the way she was doing it from what we know so far, I think Rose would have saved colonies one by one by going up the Diamond ranks until she could finally take down White Diamond and liberate Homeworld.

And that worries me because of one small thing: that’s exactly what Bismuth wanted to do.