list is based off of resources I have found as well as my personal
with all correspondences, this is a place to start from, not the
end-all be-all of color meanings.
list generally assumes that brighter colors are healthier and more
positive, while duller colors are negative and less positive. Use
your intuition to determine the true role a color plays.
If one color is covering
another, this can indicate outer appearance, how others perceive
them, or a blockage that is preventing the inner color from shining.
If one color is mixed with another in stripes, lines, or spots, the
person presents both qualities in equal or similar measure.
If two or more colors appear to blend together, this can indicate
strong balance and intermingling of personal energies.
If a person primarily presents only one color with no overlays, they
are honestly projecting their inner energies.
RED A healthy ego. Strong
passion. Highly grounded. A survivalist’s spirit, highly realistic.
Can indicate a powerful, competitive, energetic person. Indicates
confidence. Strong personal power. Related to warriors, battle, and
love. Someone who is used to being noticed.
RED If you read the red
energies in a negative light, it may indicate an obsession with the
physical world, an obsession with the ego, anger, and a poor control
of emotions and temperament.
Confidence, good health, and vitality. An excited person highly
connected with the physical world around them. Productive, sociable,
courageous. Someone who makes a good friend. Joy, sunshine,
enthusiasm. Happiness, creativity. Strong orange colors indicate good
OF ORANGE Red-orange; combined
with Red values such as passion and sexual desire. Yellow-orange;
More joyful and exuberant. Can denote a scientific mind. Pale orange;
Disconnected from physicality and the five senses.
Awakening, optimism, easy-going. A sunny person, who is open and
makes friends easily. Inspired and intelligent. Good levels of
energy. Cheerfulness, mental activity. A person in positive spiritual
development, developing wisdom, gaining new ideas, and mental
YELLOW Over-thinking, highly
critical of the self or others. Muddied energies. Fatigue from stress
or trying to learn everything at once. Excessive caution.
OF YELLOW Light yellow: Strong
spiritual growth, intellect, freshness, joy, and springtime
qualities. Strong positive nature.
The color of nature. Represents growth and balance. Especially shows
someone highly connected with nature. Shows strong Universal love.
Compassion and a desire to be a help to others. A color of balance
and harmony. A willingness to change and transform. Fertility,
creativity, freshness. A restful, healing color.
GREEN Negative ambition, greed,
or jealousy. A negative connection with nature. Possessiveness, a
fear of being unloved. Sensitive to criticism and lacking personal
OF GREEN Yellow-green; Strong
communication, heartfelt emotions, and improved creativity. Emerald
green; Very strong connection with nature, good prosperity. May
indicate a healer, especially an herbal or natural healer.
A color of relaxation, peace, and calmness. Indicates a steady and
balanced nature. Someone who is deeply relaxed. Caring, loving, and
sensitive energies. Easily able to speak the truth; confident
authority. A strong sense of purpose, spiritually connected.
BLUE Fear of speaking the
truth, fear of the future, fear of expression. Disliking the unknown.
Not preferring spiritual activity.
OF BLUE Light blue; Very strong
healing energies, may indicate a healer or someone with natural
healing talent. Speaks the truth easily and well. Confident.
Tranquility, softness. Royal blue; Deep spiritual connection,
understands the mysteries of life. Knowledge, power, integrity,
seriousness. Indigo; Deep feeling, intuition, and sensitivity.
Deep, two-way spiritual connection. Someone dedicated to their
spirituality or the spirit world. Someone with great spiritual
potential. Indicates psychic and magical power. A potential for, or
an abundance of, strong psychic abilities. Ambition and mystery.
VIOLET Neglecting the spiritual
and spirit world. Spiritual greed.
OF VIOLET Lavender; softness,
growing, spiritual immaturity. Seen in those with great spiritual
potential. Vision, imagination, daydreaming. Deep violet; Possibly
disconnected from reality due to major spiritual connections.
A rich, ruddy brown can indicate an honest and trustworthy nature.
Someone well grounded. Someone who has what they need in life and is
at peace with what they have. A good friend, giving and generous.
BROWN Indicates a great deal of
negativity, jealousy, greed, and insecurity.
OF BROWN Earthy tones; Highly
connected with nature.
Angelic or divine associations, indicating a source of good and pure
energies that are manifest in this person’s life. Can reflect or hold
other energies. Indicates a person pure and good of heart. A divinely
WHITE Possible illness. Abusing
the gifts the universe gives you. Misguided.
Can denote a spiritual awakening as the color may be ‘unset’.
GRAY Blockages, unhealthy and
negative energies. Unwellness.
Captures and transforms energy. May be related to psychic vampirism.
Related to mystery and death. An unforgiving nature.
Spiritual and psychic
abundance. A spiritual awakening. A gifted person. Nurturing and
inventive with new ideas.
A divinely inspired person. May indicate a strong healing nature.
Someone who is advancing and evolving spiritually. Very strong
connections to enlightenment. Inner peace, divine guidance, spiritual
A bright, young soul. Many aspects are still in development. Great
future potential. A strong sensitivity. A need for serenity and
Can indicate a healer, someone with evolved spiritual gifts, or a
spiritually gifted person.
Aries:the cool blue of the morning becoming sky blue as the sun rises Taurus: the opulent purity of a white pearl fresh from the ocean Gemini:the inviting pink of a nursery for a baby fresh out of the maternity ward Cancer:the soft taupe of faux fur around a set of silk-gloved arms Leo:the bright yellow spots in your eyelids the blinding sun leaves when you step outside and rub your eyes Virgo:the rich brown of the drying earth around crops ready for harvesting Libra: the pastel orange glow around the sun as it sets in the west Scorpio:the angry blood red on the cheeks of someone who is painfully embarrassed Sagittarius:the deep purple of a royal cloak rustling in the breeze Capricorn:the shining bit of lead gray at the tip of a freshly sharpened pencil Aquarius:the electric green in circuits that light up a neon sign Pisces:the near-black of a choppy, glistening sea you had never seen before
The High Lords (+ High Lady) of Prythian: Solar Courts
“There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.”
His brown skin and hair were kissed with gold, as if the sunrise had permanently gilded them, but his upswept eyes, rich brown of freshly tilled fields, were his lovliest feature.
My equal in every way. She would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child-rearing. My queen.
Spell-Cleaver. That was his title. She surveyed him with her usual disdain. But Helion gave her the same bow he’d offered me—though his smile was edged with enough sensuality that even my heart raced a bit. No wonder the Lady of Autumn hadn’t stood a chance.
Nefertiti was the wife of Akhenaten, an Egyptian pharaoh. It is debated whether or not she was Tutankhamun’s mother, although she was married to his father. She was made famous in the present day by her bust, which has been recreated many times. In life she was known to be extremely beautiful, and the reign she and her husband had is thought to be the most prosperous and rich in Ancient Egyptian history.
I got bored at work so I borrowed a pencil and did this. Side note: I felt like a creepy stalker/fangirl doodling my idol’s name in her notebook, @euclase I’m sorry I swear I don’t have three million photos of you on my wall or anything.
Top 10 reasons to read Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo
#1 Dr. Jesper Fahey
“Why is he looking at me this way.” (Kuwei)
“Kaz is wondering if he should keep you alive,” said Jesper. “Terrible for the nerves. I recommend deep breathing. Maybe a tonic.”
#2 True Friendship
“Are you hungry? We have chocolate biscuits.” (Nina to Inej)
“Oh sure,” said Jesper. “She gets the cookie hoard.”
“I’d tell you to ask the White Blade, but…” Inej shrugged.
“I hope she suffered.”
“What? We can’t both be merciful and serene.”
"You’ve saved my life. I’ve saved yours.”
“I think you’re ahead on that count.”
“No, I don’t mean in the big ways.” Nina’s eyes took them all in. “I mean the little rescues. Laughing at my jokes. Forgiving me when I was foolish. Never trying to make me feel small. It doesn’t matter if it’s next month, or next year, or ten years from now, those will be the things I remember when I see you again.”
#3 The student becomes the teacher
“Wylan Van Eck, you lied to Kaz Brekker.” Jesper clutched a hand to his chest. “And you got away with it! Do you give lessons?”
#4 Mature and responsible adults
"I have been very patient with all of this, Jesper, but I am at my limit. I want you down here before I count ten or I will tan your hide so you don’t sit for two weeks.” Colm’s head vanished back down the stairs.
The silence stretched. Then Nina giggled. “You are in so much trouble.”
Jesper scowled. “Matthias, Nina let Cornelis Smeet grope her bottom.”
Nina stopped laughing. “I am going to turn your teeth inside out.”
“That is physically impossible.”
#5 Once again Kaz being the bastard of the Barrel, the demon full of tricks, the mad man everyone feared a 17 year old with a crush
His eyes scanned her face as they always had, closely, hungrily, snatching at the details of her like the thief he was—the even set of her dark brows, the rich brown of her eyes, the upward tilt of her lips. He didn’t deserve peace and he didn’t deserve forgiveness, but if he was going to die today, maybe the one thing he’d earned was the memory of her—brighter than anything he would ever have a right to—to take with him to the other side.
She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he mightdie to earn again.
Inej laughed, her hood falling back from her hair. “That’s the laugh,” he murmured.
#6 Grisha characters cameo
Kaz’s eyes narrowed. “Sturmhond.”
“He knows me!” Sturmhond said delightedly. He nudged Genya with an elbow. “I told you I’m famous.”
Zoya blew out an exasperated breath. “Thank you. He’s going to be twice as insufferable now.”
#7 Jealous?! Me?! Never!
Kuwei turned to Jesper. “You should visit me in Ravka. We could learn to use our powers together.”
“How about I push you in the canal and we see if you know how to swim?” Wylan said with a very passable imitation of Kaz’s glare.
#8 True love understands
“You’re better than waffles, Matthias Helvar.”
A small smile curled the Fjerdan’s lips. “Let’s not say things we don’t mean, my love.”
#9 I’m not crying. You are!
“I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”
#10 Nice and peaceful things
"Genya Safin knows poisons like no one else, and David Kostyk developed all kinds of new weapons for King Nikolai.” She glanced at Matthias. “And other things too! Nice things. Very peaceful.”
merle absolutely has one of those “oh i’m gay” moments while he and davenport are out camping
he went off to get dry firewood while davenport sets up and he comes back to davenport setting up camp, the fire is going…it’s low but enough to rly put a glow on him and merle kinda stands there for a minute…davenport looks rly nice in this light, he never rly noticed how rich the brown of his eyes were and then. davenport looks up from the fire and smiles and him….and merle’s heart’s beating loud in his ears. that’s when it hit him for the first time, his ears are burning and his face is definitely red, but davenport doesnt seem to notice as they settle down for the night
Your myth retellings are gorgeous. Would you tell another please? Maybe something with Hermes?
Pandora is made from
earth, shaped by the hands of Hephaestus and made in the image of his beloved
wife. Aphrodite gifts her with grace and charisma. Athena teaches her to weave
and bestows cleverness upon her.
She stands in front of
Hermes, and the god frowns and touches her with a single fingertip on her chin,
moving her head one way than the other. “They’ll eat you alive,” he says, and
she doesn’t understand.
She tilts her head to the
side and smiles a vacant smile. All of the cleverness in the world will do her
no good without any context. “We are the same,” she says, pressing a hand to
Hermes’s chest. She is made from earth and has the skin to mach. He is a
celestial god, and his skin is the same rich shade of brown.
He did not ask to be born
any more than his mother asked to bare him. His creation, just like hers, is at
the whims of Zeus. All for some little lost fire, all because Prometheus wanted
his people to be warm, and, well, he is the god of the thieves after all –
So he gifts her with
deceit, with selfishness, with cunning. Her smile leaves her face all at once
as she’s filled with self-awareness. “He’ll be angry with you,” she says, “I am
not what you were supposed to make.”
“Gods have short
memories,” he says, and doesn’t bother to hide the contempt in his voice. “Do
not worry about me, gifted child. You have larger problems than my fate.”
He has turned her from
something pure into – something more like him. Her face darkens even further as
her perfectly crafted mind slots all the pieces together, and he can’t help but
find her lovely. It’s how she was made, after all. “I can’t stop it, can I?
Whatever they’re planning for me to do?”
“No,” Hermes says, “but
now you might be able to survive it.”
“Will I want to?” she
asks, and he doesn’t answer. She doesn’t expect him too.
She hides from everyone,
lives in a cave at the edge of the city. The gods had called her the first
woman, but that’s not true, she can see.
There are women. They
smile and laugh have work roughened hands. She aches to join them, but she has
the beauty of a goddess. They will know. If she joins them, they will know she
is not of them, and it will set into motion whatever trap Zeus has planned.
She is not human, not in
the same way, molded from clay by a god’s hands. But she is of humans, and not eager to bestow upon
them the harm she’s destined to bring them. She bathes in streams where only
nymphs reside, steals into the city in the cloak of night and pilfers from the
“When they said they sent
my brother a wife,” a low, amused voice says too close behind her one night, “I
had not expected a begger.”
She whirls around, hard
bread clenched tight in front of her, an incredibly inefficient shield. Her
breath catches in her throat when she sees him, dark and tall and eyes like the
night sky. He looks like Hermes. Like her. “Who are you?” she demands. They’re
in an alley corner, and of her gifts flight is not among them. She’ll have to
fight him to get away.
She’s not afraid of him.
Maybe another mortal would be, cornered in the middle of the night by a man she
doesn’t know. But she’s no normal mortal woman, and besides – he has something
comforting about him, like the hearthfire attended by Hestia. Something warm.
“I am Prometheus,” says
the man, and no wonder he reminds her of fire. “What do they call you?”
“You are meant to be in
the deepest pits of Hades’s realm,” she snaps, and shifts her grip on the stale
bread so that she can throw it at him. He’s the whole reason she’s here to
begin with, him and his thievery.
He shrugs and walks
closer to her, watching her like one would watch a wild animal. Good. Here, in
this dark alley where no one would find a cooling body until morning, it is he
that should be afraid. “Gods forget,” he says, “and Hades had grown cold in his
place beneath the earth.”
She pauses, considers. “You
stole fire for Hades?”
“No,” he corrects, “I
stole fire for the people. But Hades benefited as well. Enough that he was
willing to forget the terms of my
“What do you want?” she
asks for the second time. “Why are you here?”
He stops, too close to
her, “The question is why are you
She steps into his space
now, following him as he backs away from her, “I am here because of you,
fire-stealer, because gods may forget but they do not forgive, and I am the
punishment they have unleashed upon the world.”
“What a punishment you
are,” he says, looking at her lips, and she forgets to hate him only long
enough to kiss him.
Hermes watches her,
watches them. He doesn’t know Zeus’s plan, if this is part of it or not, but he
watches her, and he worries. He thinks it is, he can see Aphrodite’s magic
clinging to Pandora, but he doesn’t know why.
He would go to his
mother, but she’s always difficult to find, Gaea preferring to live in streams
and rivers rather than face the man she bore a son for. But his mother’s
father, on the other hand, is always in the same place.
greets, touching lightly down onto the earth, “How are you?”
“How am I always, boy?”
Atlas grunts out, legs and arms straining as he holds up the sky above the
Hermes lips quirk up the
corners. Some days, he thinks he’s more Atlas’s grandson than he’s Zeus’s son. “I
need some advice, Grandfather.”
Atlas raises an eyebrow, “I’m
So Hermes tells him
everything, from beginning to end, because he can’t figure out what his father’s
plan is, but Atlas might. He’s known the man for longer, at least.
Atlas nods, slow, and
says, “A bride of gods, a gifted child. I can think of only one reason to
create such a child.” Hermes waits. Atlas sighs and says, “There is a jar,
within Olympus, that becomes sealed when it leaves the realm of the gods. After
that, only a being neither mortal nor celestial may open it.”
“What are they planning
to put inside?” Hermes demands, heart spiking. What are they planning to unleash
upon the unsuspecting earth?
His grandfather smirks, “It
doesn’t matter. What matters is this – what are you going to put inside?”