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you're green solomon realises suddenly.

you're humming, thrumming, vibrating with such newness that solomon's age cruelly dawns on him. he feels every century of his life in the moment that you're shining in thin watery sunlight of the devildom afternoon. you look so fresh, so green and so eager to be alive that solomon wonders what you see looking at him in that same moment .

do you see some unnatural horror? do you see a sorcerer so powerful that he can out run mortality? or do you just see him- a man who can't cook, a man who greets every animal he sees, who cherishes his acquaintances but is so deeply lonely?

solomon doesn't know which he would prefer.

he's staring, he knows he's staring at you but he can't look away. you look like spring, naive and hopeful and impossibly knowing of what is to come.

you ask what he's thinking, and solomon can't control his tongue quickly enough and it all comes falling out. you're green he tells you, and if you're green then what is he? an ash grey that needs to be dusted away to make room for better, newer, greener things? the deep, terrifying blue of an open ocean- a warning to steer clear?

you listen quietly like a flower blooms, watching him curiously like a blackbird before smiling slowly, and the joy on your face aches in his heart.

you tell him that he is a burning orange.

orange like the tumbling leaves of autumn. like the embers of a fire and orange like every sunrise and sunset you have ever witnessed and will ever witness.

if you are the new green beginning then solomon is the everlasting orange.

he is wise because he has lived through hundreds of autumns and knows that the season will come again. he is as sure-footed as a tabby cat because he has nine lives. he is hopeful because he knows that life can be breathed back into the embers of a dying fire.

solomon chokes. the pale sunlight has faded into a blazing sunset, you're still shining silver but now he knows that he is shining golden right besides you. his orange and your green suddenly make sense- the two of you were destined to be parallels and solomon thinks he's okay with that.

if you are the new spring then solomon will gladly be the old autumn.

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satan's pact mark curls over the ball socket of your dominant arm and trails down its shoulder blade, giving you the wings he never had. it's a shimmering serpentine green most of the time a reminder that he's always there for you whether you're growing frustrated with a pen that's spluttering ink and you're ready to snap it in a rage or when gearing up to face injustice with righteous fury. in those moments, it's cool just like a reptile and thrums almost like a cat's purr to soothe you while maintaining focus on the real issue.

other times, when your anger is all consuming and your temper has blinded you, the pact mark constricts like ivy as if satan is there holding you back from diving head first into harm and rash action. in those moments, the mark almost burns and the jade shifts into a bright scarlet, a warning of the venom and danger to come if you are further antagonised.

satan wants to watch out for you, help you get a rein on the most volatile emotion of any being - mortal or otherwise. he knows what it's like to have been left alone to handle the overwhelming confusion that wrath and rage bring, and he so desperately does not want you to experience the same loneliness he does.

it's a blessing and a curse, this pact of his. satan has a matching mark that he doesn't tell you about. and, in those moments where your vision clears and anger dims but remains simmering and you are able to act rationally are the moments when satan explodes. the mark absorbs your hurt and displaces it into him, magnified by ten. his wrath isolates him from his brothers and devildom society, born from anger and destined for solitude but he takes comfort knowing that the wings you share bind the two of you together, shielding you both -him most selfishly from complete and utter- social seclusion and protect your mortal self from the most cursed emotion.

a/n: i'm clearing out my wips and drafts and this was the most complete one lol. it's been gathering dust since march 2023 and it's def no longer canon compliant. it's alsomost likely the last thing i'll write for obey me! which sucks a bit but it may not be so who knows! thanks for reading. love, solar <3

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satan's pact mark curls over the ball socket of your dominant arm and trails down its shoulder blade, giving you the wings he never had. it's a shimmering serpentine green most of the time a reminder that he's always there for you whether you're growing frustrated with a pen that's spluttering ink and you're ready to snap it in a rage or when gearing up to face injustice with righteous fury. in those moments, it's cool just like a reptile and thrums almost like a cat's purr to soothe you while maintaining focus on the real issue.

other times, when your anger is all consuming and your temper has blinded you, the pact mark constricts like ivy as if satan is there holding you back from diving head first into harm and rash action. in those moments, the mark almost burns and the jade shifts into a bright scarlet, a warning of the venom and danger to come if you are further antagonised.

satan wants to watch out for you, help you get a rein on the most volatile emotion of any being - mortal or otherwise. he knows what it's like to have been left alone to handle the overwhelming confusion that wrath and rage bring, and he so desperately does not want you to experience the same loneliness he does.

it's a blessing and a curse, this pact of his. satan has a matching mark that he doesn't tell you about. and, in those moments where your vision clears and anger dims but remains simmering and you are able to act rationally are the moments when satan explodes. the mark absorbs your hurt and displaces it into him, magnified by ten. his wrath isolates him from his brothers and devildom society, born from anger and destined for solitude but he takes comfort knowing that the wings you share bind the two of you together, shielding you both -him most selfishly from complete and utter- social seclusion and protect your mortal self from the most cursed emotion.

a/n: i'm clearing out my wips and drafts and this was the most complete one lol. it's been gathering dust since march 2023 and it's def no longer canon compliant. it's alsomost likely the last thing i'll write for obey me! which sucks a bit but it may not be so who knows! thanks for reading. love, solar <3

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man of progress

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Katniss Everdeen & Johanna Mason

"We're sideswiped by a gurney bearing an unconscious, emaciated young woman with a shaved head. Her flesh shows bruises and oozing scabs. Johanna Mason. Who actually knew rebel secrets. At least the one about me. And this is how she has paid for it." – Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins

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love how iceman's just there and slider is like ohhh look at this guy he's awesome and out of this world look at him, that's our iceman kazansky and shows him off to everyone

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tried a more painterly approach with this

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I can't believe the gay toxic vampire show and the polyamourus boat doctor show are the first pieces of escapist media I've seen to explicitly mention covid

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Cesare Borgia The Borgias - "The Moor" (1.03)

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they make fun shapes this episode so have a triptych

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Moon Knight 1x06 "Gods and Monsters"

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@giftober 2024 | Day 22: “Reactions”

Gaz and his adorable nose scrunch (or his stank face)

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🙏 please do not kneecap mel with a pregnancy 🙏

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THE HUNGER GAMES : CATCHING FIRE (2013)

Katniss when you're in the arena. Remember who the real enemy is.

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‘Oh, Daddy!’ sneak peek | Daddy

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I couldn’t resist and pretty quickly colored the sketch with this couple. Mel and Jayce inspired by Gustav Klimt