✿ Get-Loki ✿

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Summary: An anomaly that turned into a nightmare.

For you.

James Buchanan Barnes was to your left, The Winter Soldier was in front of you, and Bucky Barnes was to your right.

There were three of them, the Bucky from the ‘40s who went to war and survived, the Winter Soldier who had not been rescued, and the Bucky you knew, who was now staring at two of himself.

It was a nightmare, and it was your problem. Or at least, Fury was making it your problem.

‘Variants gone loose’ he said ‘they only like you’ he said.

“For whatever reason,” an insult thrown your way, “they seem to like you. Keep them in line.”

‘Keep them in line’, was your direct order from Fury himself. ‘Keep them in line’ with the help of Bucky.

“They’re you,” you jabbed your finger into his chest, “and all of you are getting on my nerves.”

“I’m real sorry-“

“You will be if you don’t help me fix it.”

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Sergeant, Winter and Bucky: what kind of men they are with reader (headcannon)

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Another Baidu keyboard theme I converted to Go Keyboard. Not as good as the original theme but close enough.

Jason likes Hannah Montana okay

Rupi Kaur Quotes

Listen up you fucks because I’m not wasting thousands of dollars on an art degree to watch y’all fuck up basic color theory.

Red, yellow, and blue are the primary colors

If you’re using p i g m e n t.

Do you hear me? When you’re using traditional media, fucking actual goddamn paint, Bob Ross style, your primary colors are!

When you use paint, your primary colors are red yellow and blue and don’t forget it.

NOW THAT CHANGES COMPLETELY WHEN YOU GO FUCKING DIGITAL.

THE DIGITAL PRIMARY COLORS ARE RED BLUE AND GREEN IF AND ONLY IF YOUR WORK IS GOING TO STAY DIGITAL, ON THE SCREEN, AND NEVER LEAVE THE SCREEN, AND OF COURSE IF YOUR WORK IS GOING TO BE PRINTED. ON A PRINTER. WITH INK. THEN. AND O N L Y  T H E N.

ARE YOUR PRIMARY COLORS.

CYAN. 

MAGENTA.

AND YELLOW.

So say it with me folks!

Red yellow and blue, are the primary colors for traditional pigment that’s mostly used in paints and shit. You use red yellow and blue when you’re painting traditionally, Bob Ross style. 

Red blue and green is light, which is what you’re painting with when you pick up your tablet and go digital.

CMYK is ink, and ink only. You could use cyan, magenta, and yellow as your primary colors in paint if you wanted to be a complete dick, but they’re not your primary colors unless your work is going to be printed using. i n k. The only time they could be considered the primary colors in a traditional medium is if you’re using ink.

Is my icon. I painted this using RED. GREEN. AND BLUE. AS MY PRIMARY COLORS and they turned out fine. Of course, I used the finger smudge tool first and then the color mixing tool and then the blur tool, but hey what do I know.

Clearly using the blur tool only doesn’t cut it.

“Oh but Leo!” You say. “You used cyan and magenta in that color wheel!”

Well bitch guess what.

this is the digital color wheel. I’d say I mimicked that pretty well, don’t you think?

Oh and one other thing, notice how Blue and Yellow are directly opposite each other on this color wheel? That’s because we’re dealing with light, and with light, yellow and blue are complimentary colors.

Which is why when you mix them, it looks like this:

Which is a pretty neutral gray tone: They cancel each other out on the rgb color wheel when you mix them together.

BUT WITH PIGMENT THE PLACEMENT IS DIFFERENT

If you’ll notice, yellow and violet are now opposite each other, meaning they’re complimentary colors and if you mix  them, they’ll make a neutral gray.

But if you mix yellow and blue, same colors as before, YOU GET THIS:

Now keep in mind that the person in the video uses a darker blue, so they get a darker green, but the point is that it doesn’t make that neutral gray.

Now what happens when we mix yellow and violet paint?

Ah yes, you get a bunch of muted colors the more evenly you mix them.

What happens when you mix yellow light and purple light?

The reason the primary colors for light are so dramatically different from the primary colors for paint and ink is because your eye only receives combinations of red light, blue light, and green light. Our eyes do not have a sensor (cone cell) for yellow light. So when we paint with light, red green and blue are our primary colors. Because of our eyes.

Furthermore, paint primary colors are colors that cannot be created by mixing other colors together. For paint, they are red yellow and blue, because you cannot mix orange and green to get yellow. Mixing orange and purple paint does not make red. And mixing green and purple paint does not make blue.

Mixing blue and green paints will make cyan. Mixing red and blue paints will make magenta.

That’s why cyan and magenta aren’t primary paint colors.

However, you can’t mix yellow and blue ink and get cyan. You can’t mix red and blue ink to get magenta.

And that’s why cyan and magenta are the primary ink colors.

Brighter and stronger paints are created through tints and shades, through a thorough understanding of color theory and a few quality paint recipes. Not by bullshit posts on tumblr designed to mislead you.

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Was there something in the water that made men in Gotham so fucking sexy? Because if so, Evangeline wanted to collect some and sell it in Paris for a good price.

She sat in the living room with the Waynes after Marinette and Damian had disappeared, and the air felt a bit too tense for Eva's comfort, not helped by how Jason seemed to watch her every move. Even the food in her belly from dinner didn’t seem to settle quite right.

"Are you enjoying Gotham so far?" Tim spoke up in an awkward attempt at small talk. Bruce fought back a grimace, forcing himself to keep his 'host face' on.

"It's been very eventful, that's for sure. I mean, I'm dealing with a class full of teenagers who don't like listening to authority figures and a teacher who can't do her job worth a damn. Though I suppose if the class hadn't forgotten Marinette at the hotel, then she and Damian wouldn't have met." Eva chuckled, while Dick got a pained look on his face.

"I just can't believe that they did that. I wanted to go over and shake that woman, try and knock some sense into her." He shook his head, then smiled when Kor'i took his hand and gave it a light squeeze. "But I guess fate has an odd way of getting the Demon Spawn a girlfriend."

Eva rose a brow at the nickname, but didn't dare question it, merely shifting ever so slightly on the couch.

"What do you think of the heroes of Gotham?" Kor'i spoke up, the Waynes all shooting her mildly panicked looks, but she ignored them, a wide grin spreading across her face. "They seem pretty amazing, hm?"

"Oh, yes." No one missed how Eva's cheeks seemed to redden ever so slightly, or how she suddenly began clutching her hands together. "I mean, they're all pretty amazing, though it must be hard, facing up against villains such as the Joker or even the Penguin."

"Do you have a favourite?" Cass grinned when she noticed Eva's reaction, leaning a bit closer. She had quickly clued in on what Kor'i was doing. "I personally think Red Hood is pretty awesome."

And there it was; the sharp but soft intake of breath, the glimmering in those purple eyes, or how her hands tightly gripped her skirt.

Jason wasn't doing much better, because every time he looked at the woman, he could only imagine her naked. Neither was having a fun time right now.

“I mean, of course. He did save me from getting shot in the head after all. I was so stupid, rushing into a hostage situation like that, I could have gotten Marinette killed.” The blush left Eva’s face and something flickered across her face. “I-I don’t know what I’d do if she died because of me…”

“But she didn’t. You seem pretty protective of her.” Kor’i stood and gently took Eva’s hands in her own, sitting next to her. “The two of you must be the best of friends.”

“Um, well, I suppose so. She’s a bit… Too trusting. And I am an authority figure, it wouldn't be right to call a student my.. My friend. It is weird, it isn't right. But I guess maybe I reached out so hard because she's… Marinette is an amazing girl.” Eva admitted, having a flashback to when she first met Marinette.

…

    “They’ve always been purple, trust me, these are natural.” Eva put in, used to those kinds of comments. She had always stuck out like a sore thumb amongst her classmates when she was in elementary school. “Now, I must say, Miss Bustier told me about you all and how amazing you all are.”

    “Really?” A ombre haired girl wearing glasses grinned, her chest puffing out a bit in pride. “I’m determined to be the best reporter in all of France, I’m pretty much there thanks to my blog. You’ve probably heard about the Ladyblog.”

"I'm sorry, I can't say I have. I only arrived in Paris last week, so I've been a bit busy setting up my apartment." Eva hated the annoyed look on the girl's face, but forced herself not to take anything too personally. She was new territory for them, afterall, she couldn't make a bad first impression. "But I'll certainly check it out as soon as I can. I bet it's absolutely spectacular."

"You said you're from Canada, yes?" A brown haired girl with vibrant green eyes rose her hand, an excited smile on her face. "I've been there many times with my mother, she's a diplomat. It's an adorable country, so charming, I just had the most amazing time there."

"Well, I am certainly glad you enjoyed it. I am looking forward to seeing all that Paris has to offer." Eva admitted, returning the girl's smile. "What was your favourite place to visit, Miss…?"

"Lila, Lila Rossi. I would have to say it was when my mother and I met the Prime Minister, Justin is such a kind man, his daughter and I are the best of friends, why, we're practically sisters."

"Really?" Eva's brows shot up in surprise before she tilted her head ever so slightly, her eyes narrowing a fraction.

"Oh yes! I mean, we're so close in age, of course we'd be like sisters! I am even planning on returning there during Christmas break, I really look forward to it." Lila giggled as she bounced a bit in her seat, missing Eva's skeptical look.

"I'm sorry, Miss Rossi, I think you may be mistaken. Monsieur Trudeau only has one daughter, and she is only eleven." Eva pointed out, and the smile suddenly dropped from Lila's face.

"O- oh.. But, I'm sure that she said.. Maybe I just got the age wrong, she acts so maturely for her age." Lila sputtered out, pressing her hands to her cheeks, looking embarrassed. The ombre haired girl reached out and patted her shoulder in support and reassurance. "Pardon me, Miss Bourbon, I tend to get confused. You see, I have a terrible illness, and it seems to be affecting my memory.."

"It's alright, Lila, it could happen to anybody." Alya put in quickly, reaching out and hugging Lila close in a gesture of comfort. Eva stared at Lila for a moment before gently shaking her head. It was probably just a minor slip. This girl's mother was an ambassador, they probably did have to travel to places often, it wasn't that far out of believability. And Eva didn't stalk the news for every person that met with the Prime Minister, so it could have been easily overlooked.

But then she noticed the pained look on the face of the girl sitting in the back row, a look of helplessness before their eyes met, and those blue eyes just begged her for.. For something, before quickly darting away.

So then Caline came back, the class settled down and Angerona took her seat in the corner, watching how the class interacted, at how Bustier taught them. Eva could tell that this class had been together for a long time. There was all of the private jokes, that closeness you can never get anywhere else, where everyone knew everyone else a bit too much. It almost made Eva smile.

Almost.

And when lunch came around, she took the time to explore the school, happily greeting the teachers, not seeing the looks of pity and concern they gave her when she said that she was the TA for Bustier. 

"Excuse me, Miss Bourbon?" 

The voice had halted Eva in her tracks before she could head to the staff room for lunch. She turned and saw the pigtailed girl from her class standing there, nervously holding a box.

"I- I am sorry that I didn't introduce myself earlier. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I want to welcome you to Paris." Marinette quickly held out the box, and Eva quickly spotted the logo of a bakery on the box. By the names, she quickly could tell that this girl must have had some family members that were bakers. “My Papa made these this morning, when Miss Bustier said that you would be joining us, we wanted to greet you to Paris properly.”

    “Oh, thank you Miss Dupain-Cheng. I am honoured that you’d make these for me.” Eva grinned and took the box, opening it to find an array of colourful macarons inside. Eva could still remember how delicious they had tasted, at how Marinette’s face had lit up when she had said these were the best she had ever had. Marinette had such a sweet smile that was so full of life, it was one that you never really saw anymore.

    And then for a few months, everything went smoothly. The class was nice enough, though everything seemed to rotate around Lila and her neverending list of illnesses or special demands. Eva finally realized the girl was lying when her lies just didn’t seem to add up. And when she approached Bustier about it, the teacher had merely told her that it was none of her concern, to leave it to her to take care of it. But it was never taken care of. 

    And she noticed how Marinette seemed more isolated from the class, and was left out of everything. Some of the students even mentioned to her that she was just a girl who got way too jealous and they cut her off because she was becoming unbearable. But to Eva, Marinette was sweet, though the two of them barely talked. But it all changed when she found a wrapped present on her desk. Inside was a beautiful scarf, with a beautiful pattern of maple leaves along the edge. 

    “Who got me this?” Eva had asked, moved to tears by the sight of the stunning scarf. She had gotten homesick as of late, she was so lonely in Paris. But this… This gift suddenly made her feel better.

    “I did, Miss Bourbon! I saw it in a shop and I thought it would suit you!” Lila spoke up suddenly, her hand shooting up as she stood from her desk. But Eva ran her fingertips along the swirling stitching at one end of the scarf. And that was when she saw it, the neat swirly little name. Marinette.

    Eva raised her gaze to where Marinette sat, the girl appearing as if all of the air had left her, the disappointment and hurt clear on her face. Eva had strode right up to her and had hugged her.

    “Thank you, Marinette. This is the best gift that I had ever been given.” She whispered.

    Both of them had missed the glare from Lila, missing the very beginning of when Lila would start making her life a living hell.

…

    “But friendship is not limited by age.” Kor’i spoke up as soon as Eva was done with her story.  

    “I know, I know. And, well, Marinette didn’t have to do all of that for me. But she did anyway. She helped me feel welcome in Paris.” Eva sighed as she lowered her gaze, missing how Jason stared at her. But his family sure didn’t. They all exchanged looks.

… 

    That night, back at her hotel room, Eva had returned from Wayne Manor to find Caline snoring up a storm already. She sighed and stripped out of her clothes and showered. But just as she was about to slip into bed, there was a soft tapping at the window. Eva went over and pulled aside the curtain, grinning at the sight of Red Hood.

    “What are you doing here?” Eva whispered as she pulled open the window, only to be swept up into his arms, and they took off onto the Gotham rooftops. “Red Hood! You can’t just kidnap me!” 

    “Sure I can. I missed you.” Jason had missed her, and it scared him a bit. He had only just met this woman, he had played around with her at his place, but tonight at the manor… He had wanted to get to know her as himself, as Jason. But a part of him knew that he had exposed himself enough as Red Hood, that this lady would no doubt connect the dots. So, he had done the next best thing and had decided to kidnap her from her hotel room.

He took her all the way downtown, to the building with the gargoyles. But instead of a statue separating the two of them, he had Eva sit firmly on his lap as his hands roamed her body. She was so soft, so warm… That was what he liked about her, that fire inside of her that never seemed to go out. From only knowing her for a few days, he knew it would be a flame of comfort, radiating warmth, or if she was angry, it could be a fiery inferno that could burn you.

"Is it stupid to say that you've been the best part of this trip so far?" Eva whispered, then bit her lower lip as his hands got a bit more rough.

"I wouldn't say that it's stupid. I was looking forward to seeing you tonight." He admitted, then groaned ever so softly as she ground against him.

"You were just excited to get your dick wet. I bet you barely get any girls looking your way." Eva taunted, then let out a soft squeak when he gave her ass a harsh smack. 

It was just a relationship, one of physics needs and pure anonymity. It was how they both liked it.

It wasn't long before Eva was riding him, clinging to him tightly, his jacket thrown over her shoulders to keep out the chill. His hands firmly gripped her rocking hips, her soft body pressed firmly against his.  He ached to kiss her parted lips as erotic moans slipped through, loving how her lashes fluttered as the pleasure seemed to overwhelm her.

And when they finally came, they stayed up there for a long time, both unsure of what this all was supposed to be.

"I should get back. I will have a long day tomorrow." Eva murmured, her head on his chest as she stared out at Gotham.

"Yeah.. I need to get back to Bats anyhow. Apparently, a ladybug has come to Gotham." Red Hood mused.