#I looked up a picture of a rainbow and it looks very vibrant on the tablet

[arcanesea]

colors

PAIRING: hwang hyunjin x reader GENRE: fluff, established relationship WC: 558 WARNINGS: none

"There are only 3 primary colors, right?" you ask mindlessly as you watch Hyunjin's brush glide across the canvas. You heard a low hum from him before asking, "Who named the colors?"

he rolls his eyes, and a thin smile creeps on his face.

"What's on your mind pretty?" he asks softly, still focusing on the canvas in front of him. You had agreed to be his muse today. Though a very basic muse, you must say. He doesn't even let you hold any props, so you just sit there with a flower slipped in your ear.

"Well, orange comes from mixing red and yellow, so why not call it yed?" you propose.

Hyunjin stops to look at you with his confused face. "Yed?"

"Yes? well, you mix yellow and red? Yed? Or should it be redow?"

"You're absurd," he laughs, continuing his sweep of brush. You're cute, was what he was actually thinking. Since you sat on that chair, you hadn't stopped talking about everything, from the workplace stress you're currently experiencing, to stories of stray cats in your apartment complex. Your voice was a better substitute for the music he put on every time he started painting.

"Green should be called yellue," you push forward. Laughing when the words repeated itself in your head. "Isn't that cute, Hyune, yellue?" you ask.

"Sure, my love," he answered. "Tell me everything on that pretty head of yours."

"I think, you don't need me to sit here," you said softly. Hyunjin laughs again. If he's being honest, it's his first time drawing the muse directly. He could have snapped a picture of you and used it as a reference, that's what he always does. But who he is to say no when you're the one offering to be his muse for a day?

"Weren't you the one offering yourself?" He asks, not paying much attention to you who had started to stand. You stopped in your tracks, thinking to yourself.

"Right..." you shyly said. You walked behind him, leaning down to rest your chin on his left shoulder. You are the muse, but you're certain that the scene doesn't look anything like his painting. Not in a bad way, just in a very hyperbole way that the background colors seem to be muted while he gives you the spotlight with all the vibrant colors.

Hyunjin turned his head, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "What do you think?"

"I don't think there's any word that can describe the elegance of that painting, Hyune," you answered. "I think you're a great artist, I'm pretty sure I'm not as beautiful as the person in the canvas."

Hyunjin puts down his palette on the little table next to the canvas before standing up. He grabs your shoulder, just looking at you. No matter how many times he memorized your features, he can't stop admiring your angelic nature.

It's true that an artist's eyes see colors in a spectrum that's never existed before, but you're different. Hyunjin had always thought that he already saw all the colors of life, but your existence in his life gives him a taste of a new kind of rainbow. And he wished for nothing more than you to see yourself from his point of view.

"Believe me, my love, no colors can do justice to paint you."

a/n. Ramadhan Kareem everyone! We're well fed this month by the amount of skz record the kids released and some said we're getting cb announcement at fanmeeting😃 can't wait!!!!!!

[anexistingexistence]

More Headcanons Because I Have Too Many Of These (Shaw pack, again, but this time it's couple headcanons! The variety on here is unmatched):

-Darlin doesn't cook. We've already established that. But once Sam told them what his favorite food is, they made it for him, and Sam found it so surprisingly delicious that he started giving them a bunch of compliments for it (because, you know, nobody believes Darlin when they say they know how to cook or that they're good at it). Darlin, being Darlin, now stands in their kitchen at least once a week to make Sam his favorite meal in exchange for the praise they get for it.

-Angel and David had weekly sleepover dates before they moved in with each other. Sometimes it was at Angel's place and sometimes at David's and Angel would always go way overboard with the pillow fort and the snacks. With that in mind, for one of their anniversaries after moving in together, Angel reconstructed the couch into their biggest pillow fort yet and turned the living room into a little movie theater. They and David stayed up the entire night watching movies and eating snacks and only went to sleep in their pillow fort at around five in the morning because Angel drifted off during the movie they were watching.

-Baabe has an unconditional love for all things beautiful. And Ash just happens to be the most beautiful person they know, so, of course, he is their victim of choice for their creative endeavors. One time, Baabe got especially creative and spent an entire day dying Ash's wolf form's fur in rainbow colors to take pictures of him afterward. The only problem was, the color didn't wash out again. So, for a month or two, whenever Ash shifted, he would be a very vibrant, rainbow-colored wolf. He didn't mind (he actually really liked it) but David found it sort of... unfitting for the security jobs and a certain pizza guy had a lot of questions whenever Baabe's "dog" would walk around in the background while they answered the door. Once the dye washed out, Baabe promised to let Asher dye their hair any color he wanted. He has yet to cash that in.

-Sweetheart's obsession with stuffed animals (specifically cats) was not something Milo was prepared for when they invited him over to their place for the first time. Needless to say, that date was spent cuddling in bed and explaining the naming process behind all 82 of the ones on display in their room (honorable mentions to: Squishy, a black thing that barely looks like a cat anymore whom Sweetheart got at a thrift store, Poofers, the biggest cat in Sweetheart's collection, and Harold, who is a red cat with a little top hat sewn onto its head). Sweetheart took a liking to Milo's curiosity behind all the plushies' names and stories, so it became a common thing for them to buy and gift Milo fluffy cats for anniversaries, holidays, and anything else that would give them a reason to give him cat-shaped gifts. Once they started living together, the two of them had to install several shelves on their walls and buy an extra closet for the ungodly amount of stuffed animals the duo possessed. Also, Aggro commonly sleeps in a nest of cat plushies because of course he does.

[ateez-ana]

anasang live (1/11/19)

-now you are watching anasang live recap by @atinylatsub on youtube-

#intro/

Hello guys, welcome to a new video today we will show the short recap of the last live of Yeosang and Ana where they demonstrate their "great culinary skills" someone don't let them enter a kitchen again

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The studio buzzed with a chaotic energy, a blend of excited whispers, the clinking of mixing bowls, and the insistent hum of the camera. Ana, with her signature brown hair pulled back in a messy bun and her green eyes sparkling with mischief, stood next to Yeosang, who was meticulously arranging a stack of pancakes shaped like a rainbow.

'Alright, Atiny! Welcome to our very first Pancake Challenge!' Ana announced, her voice bouncing off the studio walls. 'We're going to be making some pretty epic pancakes, so buckle up!'

Yeosang, gave a small nod, his dark hair casting a shadow over his face. 'We've got a few challenges lined up,' he said, 'and we're gonna try to make them look as good as they taste.'

'Are you ready, my pancake protégé?' Yeosang quipped, a playful glint in his eye.

Ana chuckled, 'I haven't had a culinary lesson since elementary school. This should be... interesting.'

The first challenge was, predictably, a rainbow pancake. Ana, with her flair for the dramatic, whipped up a batch of colorful batter in record time, while Yeosang, a picture of measured precision, carefully layered the batter to create a vibrant arc.

'Woo-hoo! Rainbow pancake, check!' Ana exclaimed, holding up the colorful creation with a flourish. 'A+ for effort, Yeosang!'

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Next up was an ice cream pancake. This one proved to be a bit more challenging, as Yeosang struggled to find a way to replicate the smooth texture of ice cream. Ana, ever the resourceful one, had a brilliant idea.

'Whip cream!' she exclaimed, grabbing a can from the counter. 'We can make it look like whipped cream!'

With a few strategic swirls of whipped cream and a sprinkle of rainbow sprinkles, their ice cream pancake was complete.

Yeosang deftly shaped the batter into a scoop, adding chocolate chips to resemble sprinkles. Ana gazed at it in awe.

'It's so adorable!' she exclaimed. 'Two down, three to go!' Ana cheered

The next challenge was to make an Elmo pancake. Here, Yeosang took the lead, meticulously crafting the iconic red character with a careful hand. Ana, however, couldn't resist adding her own touch.

'He needs a little bit of sass,' she declared, grabbing a jar of chocolate chips and carefully arranging them to create a small, mischievous grin on Elmo's face.

'Ana, what are you doing?' Yeosang asked, his voice laced with amusement.

'He needs a personality,' Ana retorted, winking at the camera.

The challenge was quickly followed by a Scooby Doo pancake. This time, it was Ana's turn to shine. She whipped up a Scooby Doo-shaped pancake with surprising ease, adding chocolate chips for eyes and a playful swirl of whipped cream to create the iconic Scooby Doo bandana.

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Their confidence soared until they reached their final challenge: each other.

'Don't worry, Shortcake,' Yeosang teased, referring to Ana's diminutive stature. 'I'll make you look like a goddess.'

Using the batter as his canvas, Yeosang began to outline Ana's features. However, his artistic skills seemed to falter when he attempted to recreate her flowing brown hair.

'Oops, I spilled some batter!' he exclaimed, smearing the brown mixture onto his nose.

Ana dissolved into laughter, wiping away Yeosang's impromptu moustache. 'You're a terrible artist!'

Undeterred, Ana took over the batter and molded it into Yeosang's angular face. She added a mischievous smile and a pair of twinkling eyes.

Their initial attempts were… less than flattering, to say the least. Ana's pancake looked more like a lumpy blob with a slightly crooked nose, while Yeosang's creation resembled a pancake-faced alien with questionable eyebrows.

The room erupted into laughter as both of them burst into giggles. Ana, in her attempt to add details, nearly tripped over a bowl of sprinkles, sending a cascade of colors flying through the air. Yeosang, trying to save the day, reached out to catch her, but in his haste, knocked over a bottle of blue frosting, which splattered across the table in a vibrant, sticky mess.

'Oh no!' Ana cried, her eyes wide with mock horror, 'We're a disaster!'

Yeosang, his face covered in a colorful mix of pancake batter and frosting, could only laugh. 'This is officially the messiest pancake challenge ever!'

The live chat exploded with messages, filled with emojis and exclamations of 'Chaos!' and 'This is amazing!'

Ana and Yeosang, covered in batter and sprinkles, looked at each other, their laughter echoing through the studio. Though their pancake portraits were a complete and utter mess, the sheer joy and camaraderie they shared was infectious.

'Atiny,' Ana announced, her voice breathless with laughter, 'we may not have made the best pancakes, but we definitely made the most memorable ones!

'Okay, Atiny,' Ana said, holding up the two pancakes, 'judge for yourselves!'

The camera zoomed in on each pancake, showcasing their unique interpretations of each other. Yeosang's version was a picture of restrained perfection, while Ana's was a chaotic, almost abstract representation of Yeosang's face.

The comments section exploded with laughter.

'I think Ana wins this one,' one comment read.

'Yeosang's pancake looks like he's trying to be a serious CEO, and Ana's looks like she's ready to party!' another commented.

Ana and Yeosang, despite their competitive spirit, couldn't help but laugh at the reactions.

'Well, Atiny,' Ana said, 'we may not have made the most realistic pancakes, but we definitely had a lot of fun!'

Yeosang, with a small smile playing on his lips, nodded in agreement.

'We'll try harder next time,' he said, his voice laced with playful sarcasm.

[randoimago]

Happy Pride Month! 😃

May I please request headcanons for Joker, Ann, Sae, and Akechi going to a Pride Parade with their S/O?

Going to a Pride Parade with S/O

Fandom: Persona 5

Character(s): Akira, Ann, Sae, and Akechi

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Happy Pride Month!! Love this idea!! I will say that I didn't write it as "Everyone is happy to go to Pride" just because of what I know of Japan's views with the community. There's nothing bad, but just want to give a bit of a warning that there is some hesitance from some characters.

Akira

Oh, Akira would be thriving at a pride parade. He's wearing vibrant colors and accessories and is happily complimenting each float with you.

He's the leader of the Phantom Thieves, they fight for justice and to help people. So of course he absolutely vibes with the community too.

Akira will also happily get face painting done or if there are any small businesses selling pride merch then he'll be glad to dump quite a bit of money there (he's loaded).

Ann

Ann loves going to Pride Parades. They're just so pretty and aesthetically appealing. She'll gladly help put together some pride outfits for the two of you, keeping it looking good but also still resembling the flag (or even a different flag besides the rainbow if you wanted).

You know she is going to various booths and food stalls with you to see all the pride-themed stuff. Gladly gets pins and stickers to clip on to some of her outfits later.

She is loudly cheering and clapping when the parade starts. Happily holding your hand while marching with the floats and smiling widely as she engages conversation with you and others that are at the parade.

Akechi

There's some hesitance about going initially from Akechi. Not because he doesn't support it, but because he's a bit afraid of being recognized and judged by others. I mean, it is Japan and the last thing he wants is you being harmed because a picture of his face ends up on the news saying that he attended a pride parade.

He does end up going with you because you're just so excited and he wants to support you. I feel like with Akechi constantly striving towards a single goal, he never really took the time to explore himself so going to a Pride Parade really does cause him to start thinking over some things.

At the end of the day, Akechi is genuinely happy that he went with you. He even did get recognized a bit at the parade, but was met with nothing but support for the two of you. It definitely made him want to have deeper conversations with you regarding identity too since he's constantly struggling with who he really is.

Sae

Also, a bit hesitant about going to a pride parade just because of public perception and what her superiors might think. She does go because it makes you happy and Makoto saying it'd be a great way to see another side of the public she's defending.

Sae does very much enjoy the floats and speaking/listening to various people of the community speaking about how Pride has helped them. It definitely brings her a boost of serotonin.

Does make sure to keep an eye out in case anyone does try to cause trouble. She knows how prejudices and bias can get so she keeps you close to her while remaining vigilant. But overall, she does really enjoy the experience and being with you.

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

WIP Word Search

Hello, my loves! Thank you, thank you, thank you to @anincompletelist @kiwiana-writes @cricketnationrise @leaves-of-laurelin @sparklepocalypse @getmehighonmagic @indestructibleheart and @firenati0n for tagging me in this super fun game! I so hope I at least get SOMETHING worth posting haha so here we go:

RULES: use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like to do!) and share the lines where they show up in your wips!

My words are *drum roll please*: old, routine, and mind. Of the three, routine is the only word that does not yet appear in any of my WIPs, so enjoy the other two!

Old (from Come Back to Me, a canon divergent songfic that will soon be gifted to @thinkof-england)

Alex could almost convince himself that he’s pulled up an old interview from the day of Philip’s wedding. Henry is dressed in the very same clothing that was once smeared with thick globs of buttercream…so probably not the exact same clothing, Alex thinks with the smallest of fond smiles. But to look at Henry’s face, at the hollowed out expression in his eyes, his sunken cheeks, the gray tinge to his skin that not even the royal makeup artists could cover, is more than enough to indicate that this is not the same prince Alex once had convinced himself he hated with every fiber of his being. This shell of the Henry he knew, the Henry he still loves, is suffering under the weight of his family’s legacy.

Mind (from my upcoming New Year's Eve AU and my first ever actual AU to be born of my own mind haha)

“Everything all right over here?” the man asks. Another British accent. Maybe a boyfriend who followed Henry here to the US to chase after his dreams of owning a gay bar and painting incredible murals on the ceiling of said gay bar. Alex’s stomach drops as he stares at the man, streaks of every color of the rainbow vibrant in his hair. His downturned lips are literally glowing in the dark, the bright pink lipstick emitting its own light. Alex’s overly imaginative mind can’t help but form the picture of glowing pink smears running across Henry’s cheek, down his neck, and over the hint of collarbone exposed by the buttons undone on his shirt, and he has to swallow the urge to vomit. He quickly shakes the thought from his head, watching as the image fades before his eyes as he takes another sip of his drink, unsure why he’s already so desperate for the attention and the touch of someone whose face he can’t even see entirely.

Unsure who's already participated, but throwing out some tags behind the cut for:

@affectionatelyrs @clottedcreamfudge @daisymae-12 @duchessdepolignaca03 @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @ninzied @priincebutt @rockyroadkylers@roseharpermaxwell @ships-to-sail @songliili @ssmtskw @statueinthestonetoo @suseagull04 @thinkof-england @tintagel-or-cockleshells @vanillahigh00 @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

World building in five

Thanks to @illarian-rambling here, @mysticstarlightduck here, @mk-writes-stuff here, and @somethingclevermahogony here.

Rules: post 3-5 pictures that capture a setting in your world and tell us about it!

Tagging @gracehosborn @theelfauthor @theeccentricraven @gottestod-writes @cowboybrunch @monstrouswrites @mercurialsmile @aalinaaaaaa @memoriethereaderandwriter-blog @sarandipitywrites @rickie-the-storyteller + anyone else!

Edit: forgot the taglist

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

Hm... Let's see if I can find anything for Alium

CW: there's a swirling gif of light and color that spirals outward and idk if that would trigger anyone with epilepsy so putting it under the cut

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Y'know what SUCKS??? Everything I tried to look for came up with a bagillion AI generated crap. Otherwise I would've been done earlier.

Wish my animals existed, too.

Anyway, brief discussion of Alium.

Alium is the name of an alternate dimension connected to "our world," which the Alii called Ceteri. A portal connects the two worlds that was created via the two universes colliding. Alium's laws of physics allowed their universe to remain unharmed, but certain things would leak into Ceteri or vice versa, and Ceteri overtime would've deteriorated and Alium along with it. To protect the two verses, Alii were able to use their powers to create a pocket dimension dubbed "the Gateway" to act as a buffer. The Gateway appears as an endless field. Ceters are unable to enter the Gateway due to the contrasting laws of physics. Alii can.

The portal when activated causes all light to break down and distort the reality among those who activated it. This appears in the form of seemingly millions of colors swirling around the activator. The person then falls through a "rainbow tunnel" before appearing in the other dimension.

As mentioned, Alii have powers (the glowing arm was the best I could do to represent this). Short version is there are 20 in total ranked by rarity. Each power has its own subpowers and science backing.

Speaking of science and powers, Alium has advanced technology such as hovercrafts for most families.

The plants are very vibrant and colorful. Picture doesn't do it justice. Unnatural leaf colors all year around, purple is very common, there are different patterns on the bark, etc.

Anyway, this was fun!

[like-a-masquerade]

Coord Breakdown: January 30th, 2024

A rather fancy look to go shopping today. It's my first time wearing this blouse and I'm sooooo happy with it! Full coord comments under the cut.

Blouse + jabot: Lilizi

Skirt: Fanplusfriend

Bracelets: Offbrand (Rainbow)

Boots: Offbrand (Betsey Johnson)

Earrings: Offbrand (Spirit Halloween)

Hairbow that you can't see from the front but I swear it's real: Offbrand (???)

I love this coord, and especially the blouse, so much!! Purple is my favorite color and I am quite the fancy goth, so when I saw this blouse on Lolibrary I absolutely fell in love with it. When I got some Christmas money, I splurged and bought it through 42Lolita's Buy For Me service. It was my first time using 42Lolita and it was pretty nice tbh! Very easy, lovely customer service, shipping was relatively fast. Of course the shipping cost wasn't exactly the cheapest in the world, but... well... you know how it is with shipping as an overseas lolita lmao. Anyway, the blouse itself is comfortable and very well made, and seems surprisingly durable. Absolutely gorgeous, 10/10.

The skirt's been a favorite of mine for a long time now, after buying it off Lace Market a few years ago. It's a beautiful black satin damask with tiny black rhinestones on the lace trim, and I'm nothing if not a lover of glam, so of course I'm all about that shit. The skirt definitely pairs really well with the blouse!

The boots I found at a thrift store a few months ago for about $13, iirc. They're nubuck leather. They're kind of hard to see here, but here's a picture of another pair in their original form from a Depop listing:

Now, I thought that they were simply very worn and dirty, and with a little TLC would be revived to a vibrant purple with uncrushed pleats. No. No, apparently these are simply "distressed". As a punk I think the concept of making expensive items and faking them to look worn out is fucking stupid (at least distress them yourself, goddamn it! Don't do it in the factory!), so I took it upon myself to un-distress them using some Angelus leather dye. This was my first time dyeing shoes, and the color came out gorgeous! Unfortunately I put on way the hell too much, so between that and all the work and rubbing alcohol it took to get rid of the excess dye, I... think they dried up and shrunk a bit... But wearing them a few times softened them up. I'll probably look into treating them with some leather conditioner when I get the chance.

As for the eyeshadow, it's all Juvia's Place as usual, a combination of the Violets palette and the black from the Saharan palette. Typically I put the darkest shade on the inside corner of my eye and give it a sharp unblended edge in a vaguely tradgoth look, but I wanted my makeup to be a bit less harsh for this coord, so I instead put the darkest color on the outside and blended it all like a normal person. I think it looks cute!

I'm also wearing a nice black satin hairbow my best friend gave me for my birthday. It has a nice delicate, old-timey look. She's made a tradition of giving me a black hair bow every year, because one time she gave me one and I accidentally lost it and she refuses to let me live it down and keeps jokingly buying me more black bows "to replace the one you left on the goddamn train". Love her!!

[hiccanna-tidbits]

Jackunzel February Special Week 4 - Winter Unrestrained Winter Fun

One should know better than to ask “where are Jack and Rapunzel?” during the winter months. The answer, if you’re anything like most sensible people, is one you probably won’t enjoy.

Whether it’s rolling aimlessly around in the snow, downing experimentally-made holiday snacks with ungodly amounts of sugar and calories, or sipping fancy bright blue drinks that may or may not be spiked, their activities can’t possibly be anything responsible. Leave them unattended for long enough, and these two might just impulsively build an igloo “clubhouse” and dye all the ice blocks neon colors.

“Oh god,” you gasp in horror. “Does the HOA even allow that?” To which I regret to inform you it does not, but they gave up long ago. The property values plummeted past repair after the Great Snowman Wars of 2017--the landmark event the HOA decided was the point of no return. This neighborhood, lavish as the real estate originally was, was a lost cause if every winter it turned into a tableau of carnage and high drama. The ice structures that absolutely no one is paying property taxes on and that were certainly built without any kind of permit are just the cherry on top, really. Alas, there’s no denying that the messy-haired brunette boy in the baggy hoodies and the blonde in fashionable sweaters are a menace.

After all, there is no greater threat to the hard-assed and the humorless of the world than unrestrained winter fun.

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A thing made in large part because I saved some pictures that I was like “oh god oh god I absolutely MUST use these images for Jackunzel content!!!” But!!! It was too late and Jackunzel month was already over at the time D: Luckily the Jackunzel February Special blessed us with season-based prompts, and so at last I could use my blessed images of a Jack-coded dude who looks like he just passed out because he was enjoying winter too hard, a rainbow stained-glass-looking igloo containing both of Jackunzel’s most prominent motifs (art and vibrant painting!!!), and a cocktail literally named “the Jack Frost” which was too pretty NOT to use in a moodboard.

I also very much needed to use an extremely cute pic I found of a blonde girl laughing in the snow, like. That’s definitely what Rapunzel looks like in the winter and with that information in mind it’s really no puzzle why Jack’s madly in love with her <3 Like the nose-scrunch though!!! I am Weak!!!

Two more of these bad boys and my Jackunzel February Special submissions will finally be done ^^; Threw a lot more work into these things than I meant to tbh. But I gotta use up all my pretty snow pics somehow XD

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

[shadows-starlight]

Shadows and Starlight

Book 80: All The Colors Of The World

It was a quiet morning in the forest of Ebonvale. While the world was drenched with water from the most recent rain storm, Malakar, baby Aurora, and the other inhabitants of the sorcerer's cavern lair remained nice and dry.   It was when Malakar was in the kitchen making a pot of his morning tea and Aurora was playing with some blocks next to Malakar's armchair when she spotted it.   Up in the sky, in the glowing morning light, was a colorful arc pouring its vivid light through the window.   A soft gasp escaped from Aurora's lips, followed by a gurgling sound of excitement.   She had never seen anything like it before.   The baby instantly forgot about her blocks and crawled off to go show Malakar the discovery she had made. Aurora had found her father sitting at the dining table drinking his tea and tugged gently at his robes.   Malakar looked down to see Aurora pointing at the window. When he saw the rainbow in the sky, he realized what his daughter was pointing at.   Putting down his teacup, he picked up Aurora and walked back to the window. "Ah, I see you've noticed a colorful surprise in the sky this morning, little one."   He stood by the window and together, they watched the rainbow glowing brightly in the sky.   “That, my little star, is called a rainbow,” he explained, his voice low and soothing. “It appears after the rain when sunlight passes through the droplets of water still hanging in the air.”   Aurora let out a curious sound, her wide eyes darting between Malakar and the rainbow.   “Do you see all the colours?” Malakar continued, his tone gentle as he pointed out the arc of vibrant hues. “Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Each colour is part of the sunlight that has been split by the rain. It is one of the magical creations of nature.”   Aurora responded with an enthusiastic gurgle, her tiny hand gripping the front of Malakar’s robe as her gaze stayed locked on the rainbow. Her little face was a picture of amazement, as though she understood the magic her father spoke of.   Malakar’s lips curved into a rare, tender smile as he watched his daughter’s wonder. “Even I, a master of dark magic, cannot create something quite like this,” he admitted softly, brushing a gentle hand over her auburn curls. “Rainbows remind us that beauty can be found in the most unexpected places—even after a storm.”   Aurora squealed happily, her tiny hands clapping together as she leaned forward in Malakar’s arms, captivated by the bright colors.   Malakar chuckled again, his deep voice resonating through the hall. “It’s mesmerizing, isn’t it?” he said. “Rainbows appear when the sun returns after the rain as if to remind the world that there is still light and beauty, even when the skies grow dark.”   Aurora babbled again, her little head tilting upward to follow her father's gaze.   Then, Malakar got an idea.   While real rainbows faded away after a while, he knew a way that he could make a rainbow permanent for Aurora to witness every day.   In his laboratory, Malakar took out some crystal prisms from one of the drawers in his desk, placed them onto a wire display stand, and placed them on top of the dresser drawers. The second the prisms caught the light, a cascade of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet lights filled the room.    "There we are," said Malakar, "now you have your very own rainbows that you can see every day and they won't fade away."   Aurora was delighted at the rainbows that glowed in her room and as the real rainbow began to fade away, Aurora was happy playing in the lights the prisms made.   Malakar smiled as he watched his daughter play, the feeling of magic and wonder lingered, as strong as ever.

[glapplebloom]

While we’re at the Mid-Season, let’s look at this TV Special that was supposedly going to be the second movie.

Let’s talk about some behind the scenes stuff before the review: this was animated by Boulder Media. They would go on to make the Pony Life Shorts and the G5 movie. They were also the ones who made those Equestria Girls shorts I talked about a few months ago. So put a pin on that as we talk about this Rainbow Roadtrip.

So Rainbow Dash is a guest of honor at a Rainbow Festival and she along with all her friends are going via blimp to Hope Hollow. But after a crash with a big rainbow sign, they find Hope Hollow but it isn’t exactly very hopeful looking. In fact, everything seems more Gray than it should be. Like if the town was hit by a Grayscale Filter. 

Now to a criticism. They’re not as expressive as the show or movie. The show has a ton of expressions and the movie showed it can be very expressive. But this special doesn’t really give them a lot of extreme Facial expressions. And this is after seeing the Equestria Girls shorts that showed Boulder Media could make expressive movements and faces. They made Fosters and Wander Over Yonder. Makes you wonder what happened with this movie...

In the morning, they notice that all the Town is Gray so they wonder what’s up. After a run in with twins and other characters of note, we meet the Mayor of Hope Hollow Sunny Skies. Now when I first saw this movie, I thought there was going to be a twist in the end but he’s actually exactly as he presents himself: over his head but wanting to help bring back the color that was lost.

Told in song, Hope Hollow was once a vibrant and colorful town. Normally, they would throw a Rainbow Festival to celebrate their town, which includes a Rainbow Generator to be the finale of the fair. But eventually the people started to grow distant from each other. And after trying to make the Rainbow Generator bigger and brighter, it failed and turned everyone gray. It was the saddest story song of the series.

After hearing this, the gang decided to help the Mayor. Twilight will help with figuring out what caused the Grayness while the others help in their specific way. Pinkie and Fluttershy work on the baking stuff, Rarity goes for the fashion, Applejack helps with repairing the Rainbow Billboard, and Rainbow Dash helps out the Twin members of her fanclub in said town. And the Mayor will be working on a speech while they do all that.

So the big solution reveals itself in the halfway mark as when someone is doing something they’re passionate about, color slowly returns. The Barrel twins being excited to work with Rainbow Dash. Torque Wrench working alongside someone who appreciates her. Kerfuffle showing her own talents in fashion. Mr. and Mrs. Hoofington getting back to pie making. Moody Root’s fruits being used for something delicious.

And all the while Twilight is researching what happened and how to solve it. That’s when she discovered the Rainbow Room with the Mayor working on his speech. The pictures of past Festivals are here and in color. This also includes the moment it all changes to gray. With that and Petunia still believing it was just an accident, this was a big hint of the reveal of what happened. Pin this for later.

As hope begins to grow in the town, more color keeps showing up. Eventually, Applejack is the first to notice the color returning even before the machine gets activated. The Rainbow Generator is basically a projector, so it couldn’t do what Twilight was trying to do by using a reverse spell to fix it. So when everyone gathered together to get ready for the Rainbow Festival, Applejack shows them the color is returning on its own.

With this revelation, Twilight figured it out: The three photos from before, they were out of order. So when the Mayor thought he was the cause, it was already happening before the button was pressed. So what caused it? Hopeless Magic. Since everyone was giving up on each other, they were losing hope and thus their color. And we’ve seen this magic before: Discord used it against the Mane Six during the Season 2 opening. 

And like in Season 2, it was reversible when hope is brought back into their lives. And after a speech from the Mayor about Hope Hollow and a proposal to Petunia, Color and Hope is back in Hope Hollows. It sadly ends abruptly with a song and the six leaving. Overall, it is a very fun special. If this was originally planned to be a feature length movie, I think it would have worked better than the first movie. 

Expand some scenes more. Add a few more songs. Make the ending not just them leaving in the blimp. Add more facial expressions. I could have seen this being a better sequel to the movie. But as it is, it is still very fun and a nice change of pace. I just wish they were allowed to be more expressive, but I guess the budget prevented that. Click here to see the original review and how it fits in GLAB canon.

[themovieblogonline]

Interview: Waypoint's Ken Kao on "Cuckoo" & Indie Film

Remember that scene in "Singin' in the Rain" where Gene Kelly belts out a joyous tune about dreamers and musicals? Now replace that top hat with a baseball cap, and that rain with a drizzle of indie film festival tears. Because let's face it, the path of an independent filmmaker isn't exactly paved with gold. Budget woes are a constant companion, studios can be fickle aunts, and the rejection pile can grow bigger than a hipster's beard. But hold up, aspiring auteurs! A new challenger has entered the game, and they're not just playing games. Waypoint Entertainment is a Hollywood studio, surprisingly, with a surprisingly deep wallet and an even deeper interest in indie dreams. That's right, studios are scooping up indie films with the fervor of a kid at a candy store. But before you start picturing endless greenlights and champagne showers, let's dissect this phenomenon. So, what's the deal with studios suddenly getting chummy with the indie crowd? Well, it's a bit of a two-way street, as Waypoint Entertainment's Josh Rosenbaum explains: "Studios are looking for that spark, that unique voice that can break through the noise," he says. We all know that audiences are fickler than a Wi-Fi connection in a coffee shop. Blockbuster sequels rake in the big bucks, sure, but audiences crave fresh stories and unique voices. Enter the indie filmmaker, bursting with raw talent and a narrative that doesn't involve superheroes or CGI explosions. Studios see these indies as a shot of cinematic adrenaline, a chance to snag a film that could spark awards buzz and critical acclaim. But it's not all rainbows and butterflies. Studios aren't exactly known for their free-spiritedness. They might be loosening the purse strings, but they're still looking for a return on their investment. That means a dash of compromise might be on the menu. Here's the thing: indie films often wear their artistic integrity on their sleeve. Studios, on the other hand, have a bottom line to consider. So, the question becomes: can these two seemingly opposite forces find a happy medium? The answer, like a perfectly cast indie ensemble, is a resounding maybe. Some in the industry worry that studios will neuter the very qualities that make indie films special. They fear cookie-cutter plots and Hollywood homogenization. But others see this as an opportunity for collaboration, as Ken Kao from Waypoint Entertainment highlights: "It's not about studios dictating the vision. It's about finding the right partners who can elevate your film while staying true to its core message." Studios can provide the resources and marketing muscle that indies often lack, while filmmakers can infuse their projects with fresh energy and innovative storytelling. Neon, a studio known for distributing edgy arthouse films, has become a champion of this new model. They partnered with films like "Parasite" and "I, Tonya," helping them achieve both commercial success and critical adoration. It's a win-win, with studios getting a profitable indie darling and filmmakers getting their artistic vision seen by a wider audience. So, what does this all mean for the future of indie cinema? Is it the dawn of a golden age, or a prelude to a sellout? The truth, as always, is probably somewhere in between. Studios are definitely playing a more prominent role in the indie sphere, but that doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing. With careful navigation and a commitment to artistic integrity, this new dynamic could lead to a vibrant film landscape where indie dreams meet studio savvy, creating a cinematic explosion unlike anything we've seen before. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a screenplay to finish. And maybe a dream sequence to pitch to a studio exec (with a killer soundtrack, of course). Wish me luck! Dive Deeper: Indie Dreams and Waypoint Entertainment Want to hear more about the exciting world of indie filmmaking and Waypoint Entertainment's latest project, "Cuckoo"? Check out my interview with Ken Kao from Waypoint Entertainment below! In this conversation, we discuss the challenges and opportunities facing independent creators today. https://youtu.be/YZ6iBwd33lY Read the full article

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

The end of the rainbow

Pt1

Pairings: the usual Voorhees family

Warnings: not proof checked, nothing as of now I think except for some family fluff

Here you go @randomly-a-fan :D I'm so SO sorry it took me so long, but here's the first part of the story I told you about months ago

Please give me a chance, it's been a very long time since I wrote anything

The picture of the dress is obviously not mine.

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MJ sighed as she stared at the paper she’d found on her way back from the store.

She’d passed by one of those wooden electricity pole, looking sadly at all the missing pets as Aquarius was driving her back to the house. There were some jobs application papers, some papers asking for roommates, and other things amongst all of those. What had caught her eye was the babysitting/nanny job thing, though it was pretty far from her house. It was totally worth it when she read the salary, she and her family definitely needed the money.

Not going to lie though, she probably would have said yes even if they didn’t give a lot of money, because she loves kids. She’d sleep on it and give the number at the bottom of the paper a call in the morning. She folded it and put it in her purse.

For now, she’d decided not to tell her family about it as she didn’t want to worry them, especially Jason, knowing how overprotective he can be sometimes.

As her friend parked the car into the driveway, the latter closed the engine, locked the doors with a part of MJ's groceries in hands and both went into the house, only to see Jason and Malon getting ready to go outside. Aquarius had drove her in town since she knew MJ wasn't the best at driving, she gets distracted pretty easily because of her autism.

Jason's eyes widened when they fell on MJ, not looking much at their clown friend and only giving her a nod in acknowledgement, and he immediately took the groceries from both of the women's hands, kissing his wife's forehead. He gave her a look that said ‘I could have taken them in’ as he went to put them in the kitchen, MJ, Aquarius and Malon both following him.

“Thank you, love …” MJ hugged his arm as he smiled at her. Star(Aquarius) told her goodbyes to the family, reassuring MJ she doesn't need to keep thanking her as the latter had done that all along the ride, being grateful for her friend's help. She then went out, waving to Malon as the girl watched her go from the window. She got into her own car she'd left parked at the Voorhees'residence and drove off back to her own home.

After Jason put the groceries away with MJ’s help, Malon gently tugged onto her mother’s arm.

The latter only then realized that her daughter was wearing a new dress they’d gotten her a week ago for Easter. It fit her very well.

''It looks so pretty on you, darling!'' MJ almost gasped as a wide smile appeared on her face. She took her daughter in her arms and playfully twirled her in her arms, Malon giggling as her feet didn't touch the ground. When she was let back down, she looked up at her mother with sparkling eyes, obviously happy about something.

"Dad and I are gonna go see the flower patch, supposedly that there's a LOT of flowers that opened up!" She said, finishing with a big smile. Since the weather had been quite cold, the flowers didn't look as vibrant, but now since the sun is hitting just right, the patch looks awesome(from Jason's POV, at least). "Well, you have fun and be careful! Both of you" MJ said in her motherly tone, kissing Malon on the head, then giving a sweet kiss on her husband's lips. She watched both head out and closed the door behind them as she let out a sigh, starring to unpack the groceries.

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Arrived at the flower bed, Malon gasped at its beauty. The colours made her smile as she immediately ran through the patch, a giggle escaping her when she gently sat down, then laid down in the flowers, looking up at the blue sky. She heard her father's heavy footsteps come closer before she saw his mask pop up at the top of her vision. He looked down at her with a soft smile, not that she could see it at the moment. He sat down beside her, rubbing her head affectionately. Everything was silent for a while as both enjoyed how pretty the nature is...

"Oh!" Malon gasped and sat back up, pointing to something in the sky. Jason was a bit startled but looked at what he thought she's pointing.

"A rainbow! And it seems to be really close!" She gasped again, getting up with her father's shoulder. Jason gently gripped her hand before she could wander off and got up too, wondering where she was going to go. He let her lead him away, his eyes looking around as he stayed on his guard for both his and his daughter's safety.

It took approximately 5 minutes before they stopped and were before something Jason thought he'd never see...

The end of a freaking rainbow.

'What the....' Jason thought as he stared at it wide eyed. He watched Malon squeal and let go of his hand. He let her get closer to what seemed to be an abandoned vehicule, still looking at the line of faded, almost ghostly, colours getting through the car. He had no idea how it was scientifically possible and everything, but he wasn't going to question it as they'd seen their fair share of crazy things happening throughout the years. He was still pretty shocked though.. he only snapped out of it when he heard about her gasp coming from Malon as she came back from the car. He hadn't even realized she'd went in, and he'd probably scold her later for it since it could be dangerous.

When he saw that she was holding a small pouch in her hands, he immediately snatched it out of her hands, not wanting her to touch something that could be dangerous and carry enough bacteria to kill someone. He didn't want to risk it being an homeless person's bag or a junkie's....

"What do you think it is?? Gold???" Malon asked her father as she looked up at him, jumping in place while looking at him with childish glee. Jason would have scoffed if he could, there was NO way this was gold, they weren't in a fairytale...

He flinched back as he quickly untied the small satchel, a silent gaps leaving him. He lifted his mask up in disbelief, not believing what he was seeing right now...

Gold coins???

Jason picked one up, holding it to his better eye as his brows skyrocketed across his forehead. He looked at them in disbelief as Malon jumped in excitement, asking her dad if they're real. She thought they looked like chocolate coins, but thought better of it when she lifted the small bag with both hands.

Jason honestly couldn't believe it, so he guided his daughter back to the cabin, keeping the bag of coins in hand. He'd go into town to get them tested tomorrow.

Both of them were oblivious to the dark eyes following them, a small and ancient creature growling at their retreating figures. It couldn't do anything as of now to get back its gold, because of the obvious difference and height with its main treath; Jason. It didn't know him, but knew that it'd have to get rid of him or go behind his back to get its gold back.

[bunnyrhe]

Rich Caregiver Jin X Ocelot! Little Reader

Summary: I did another one to this as a stand alone fic. I know you guys really liked it.

Warnings: none, just you being pampered

Over the water of the river, the first brilliant act of the sun's ascent was beginning. In another hour or so the water would ripple and turn brilliant sunflower yellow in the noonday sun, but for now there was something light, innocent and invigorating in the peach morning hues. 

The Galleria was immediately surrounded by an artificially made forest with all manner of verdant grass and flowering and fruit bearing trees. The white cherry blossoms were in season, letting out beautiful old-fashioned flowers in great romantic clusters in cream and the palest pink blossoms with dark glossy leaves. Through the breaks in the canopy, brilliant purple and orange tulips bloomed in flower beds making the ground below a patchwork of colours.

Beyond the gated community the Galleria Florêt offered, loomed the Seoul city skyline. At the height of the forty-fifth floor, one only sees the top. It seemed to move discordantly in a wave with random skyscrapers at the crest and smaller flat-topped buildings at the trough. The streets moving through the cities like slate grey rills and rivers. 

This was easily the most desirable property in the country.

Appa always thought he looked glorious in single colour suits and outfits and before he met you, his home reflected it. Now, he had a personal vendetta against monochrome. He began buying buildings just to change colours to make a more vibrant festive space out of pastels or whatever colour of the rainbow you liked that day. He single-handedly was changing the face of one of the upcoming economic capitals of the world to make a bouquet. There was a Forbes magazine issue that discussed it with him, he let you shred it to practice using your claws. 

Jin named all the buildings on the skyline like a lullaby for you, holding you to his chest in your baby carrier. "That one is JinHit entertainment, Appa owns that blue one…and that green one…and that one too Cub, that one's a trading company. And appa owns those two yellow ones. That? Oh that's a plane. No Appa has a jet, Cub they're very different. " 

The floor to ceiling windows in the living room created a panoramic view, letting today's spring sunshine in. It caused all the Easter lilies and white orchids in the living room to bloom richly. The thick heavenly aroma imbibed the morning breeze. The earth and the grass clean compliments to the saccharine air. 

You were rolling around in a state of pleasurable inactivity in your bed. The day was perfectly breezy and bright, making it feel airy and almost fancy free. Only Appa could make a Monday feel like Sunday morning. You were on your pink pumpkin shaped cat bed he tucked under the coffee table. He got the softest blankets to roll around on and it was placed in the warmest spot in the room where the sun directly hit. Jin didn't go out to work today, taking time away from the hospital to stay at home for you.He was expecting a few deliveries from Lagerfield and didn't want to miss them.

The large flat screen taking up most of the wall was playing Clifford the big red dog on tv for you while you nibbled your raspberries Appa laid out.  It was such a treat to eat the fruits one at a time and see the picture on the dish-the blue paintings on it. It was a part of a dynasty collection Appa got when he was obsessed with collecting art a while ago that he loaned to MOMA. He had a few Matisse scattered about the house, George Condo's and Prince's in storage rooms somewhere. He preferred the black and whites of you two. His favourite was a black and white of you two where he smiled down at you timidly inspecting a skull. Hybrid art was a rare luxury commodity and Jin refused to loan these to any museum. 

"Cub? My cub? Can you come here for a minute, " Appa called you over to him, squatting and patting his chest. You walked over cheerfully on all fours, ears flopping happily crossing the Persian rug.

"Here's my pretty girl," he kissed your head, picking you up softly, "I missed you my Oce-little," he giggled at his own joke. 

Jin's hair was longer, pulled up in a ponytail but a lot of strands were loose, his hair wasn't long enough yet to be in an up-do. It beautifully revealed his neck and drew attention to his broad strong shoulders. He was wearing a silver dangly pair of earrings and silver bracelet with three daisies in a row each missing a petal. Your collar has the missing three petals remastered in white gold and yellow topaz.

His grey sweatpants hung low on his hips,showing his Balenciaga undies. You huffed hooking your toe claws into his waistband and trying to climb up his chest,satisfied when you could no longer see his tacky fashion fad. 

Appa was cooking at the stove, clearing down the adjacent counter for you to sit with him. He stirred the black bean sauce for the ramyun, in another pan searing salmon. It smelled like something divine- salty, starchy and richly flavoured. A taste of comfort in the ramyun and luxury in the thick fish filet. The steam beckoned you to draw closer, a thin curling wisp of aromatic delight. A tiny pink ceramic pot simmered on the low back burner-angel milk! 

You meowed happily licking Appa's fingers, holding them between your paws, nibbling gently. 

"Aww my loving cub, Appa will give you all the kisses. Show appa your toe pads," you sat on your hind legs showing him your pink toe beans, paddling them back and forth. He giggled, giving you high fives. He hummed happily not seeing any discoloration or scarring in your toe pads since the contractor ripped out the hardwood and installed soft carpet instead. Only the kitchen and bathrooms were tiled and he barely let you in there without him. It was far too dangerous, do you want Appa to have a heart attack? No let Appa carry his cub it's just not safe for a baby to do things for herself she needs her big strong Appa to carry her…. Nonono no nicky nacky way let Appa help you into the tub for bath time…let Appa help you wash your paws yes I know you groomed already but Appa got you a new strawberry bathwater that way we smell the same baby!

"So precious baby, and show Appa how you catch your tail," 

You swiveled in  circles, nomming into your tail happily,"aren't you the cutest cub! The cutest cub in the whole wide world! Oooh! Cub's bottle is ready," he poured your warm milk into a baby bottle carefully," let Appa plate his food and then he'll feed his cub, okay?"

 He sat you in the dining room with your bottle of angel milk. The curtains opened automatically anytime the light turned on, the beautiful modern chandeliers lighting up the space. He held you in his lap,giving you your bottle, feeding himself with the other hand. "I love you my Cub,eat up so you'll be nice and strong for Appa."

Pt3.

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[urboymutual]

what am i supposed to say with your green eyes on my red face?

for @floral-cas’s spring floral celebration with the prompts: green & dawn

read below or on ao3

“What’s your favorite color, Cas?” Dean asks, out of the blue as they sit stretched out in the grass on a small knoll. In the distance, the horizon paints a picture of the early dawn hours, the moon and the stars retreating home, leaving nothing but an empty dark purple sky. 

They had ended up on that grassy knoll because of a spark of the moment idea from Dean; he had cut the engine to his car, and turned to Castiel with a look on his face. It was mischievous, one eyebrow raised and lips quirked to the side. Dean was too full of adrenaline from the hunt to sleep, he claimed, as he took Castiel’s hand and led him to the small hill to sit.

Together, they would wait to watch the sunrise over the spanning hills, just enjoying each other's company. The grass was slightly wet, Castiel could feel water seeping into his pants. In fact, he had offered to lay out his trench coat, but Dean just tossed him a lazy smile, and told him "a few grass stains never killed anyone."

Dean’s question had come as a surprise, both the essence of the question and the fact he spoke. There had been nothing but a calm, amiable silence between them.

“My favorite color?” Castiel echoes back, curiously tilting his head in his familiar fashion.

“Yeah, like, I dunno know,” Dean pauses, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I guess, it’s just that we’ve fought demons and angels and even God together and I don’t even know your favorite color, man.”

Castiel takes a moment to think about it, he isn’t necessarily partial towards one color in the universe. He’s seen thousands– even millions of colors and their shade variations over his millennium of existence.

From the unearthly grey scales of the first fish to heave itself upon land, as his brother instructed him not to step on that fish, big plans for that one after all. To the orange-reds of burnt bricks used to build the doomed tower of Babel, the colored bricks mixed with red mortar that eventually crumbled, all 37 feet of it.

He’s seen the vibrant purple dyes derived from snails of the Ancient Rome royalty, the bright blue– or irtyu– on the columns of the luxor temple from Ancient Egypt, the rich pink dye called cochineal from Ancient Maya civilization. Castiel has seen many colors created from the hands of humanity with assistance from nature’s organic beauty. Even with Naomi’s desperate attempts to make him forget, he will always remember the colors.

Colors are all so beautiful and unique in their own way from the orange of the asclepias tuberosa, or known as butterfly weeds to the orange of campsis radicans, the Trumpet vine, that borders on the salmon color, how could he possibly choose one?

Castiel has seen nature’s colors, not only from its plants but the animals too. The striking gold of the now extinct Golden Toad to the bright and colorful feathers of a rainbow lorikeet, a very fitting name for the species of parrot. He has enjoyed viewing the black stripes of a Siberian tiger that clashed with its bleached white pigmentation and its brother species, Caspian tigers, black stripes and orange fur.

He’s seen the ugly side of these colors too, the dark celestial black of the Empty and the crimson red blood of a cut or gunshot wound that pours out of poor fragile humans. But he’d rather focus on the dark black of the tulip variety called “queen of night” and the crimson red of a ladybird beetle, or simply a ladybug.

He’d rather focus on the beautiful.

“You there?” Dean asks, staring at Castiel; still waiting for an answer. Castiel looks away from the grassy knoll’s view and right into Dean’s eyes. Before he can even second guess it, he blurts out “green.”

Dean nods slowly at that, taking the answer at face value, turning his head back to look out into the distance.

What Castiel doesn’t add is, the type of green he likes is the color of Dean’s eyes. Not the unripe green of olives grown in Sicily. Not the bright green of tenodera sinensis, or the Chinese Mantis. Not the pale green of helleborus viridis that grow in February.

It’s the green that can only come from Dean’s eyes, the ones that radiate warmth towards his loved ones, that have a cheeky sparkle when he’s about to tell a joke, that are full of determination when he meets an obstacle, the ones that Castiel can look into and feel at home.

They’re the ones he wants to look at for the rest of his life.

“Hey,” Dean nudges him playfully, almost sending Castiel sprawling into the grass.

(Not even the grass can compare to Dean’s eyes, the slight morning dew reflecting off of the deep green color of the grass blades; it barely holds a candle.)

“You’re supposed to be watching the sunrise.”

Castiel fights the urge to reply back, “There will always be sunrises, I have watched many for my whole angelic existence, and there will always be colors, but there will never be green eyes like yours.”

Instead he reaches over, placing his hand on Dean’s cheek to tilt his head to look towards Castiel again. Dean’s eyebrows furrow, curious to what Castiel is up to, but a goofy smile graces his face when Castiel leans in.

His eyelashes fan the apple of his cheek when he closes his eyes and Castiel kisses him.

They kiss for a while, giddy like two love struck teenagers, and the sun rises over the horizon.

Castiel pulls away, to let Dean catch his breath, and he studies Dean’s face, his brown freckles on the rough bridge of his nose, the rose pink of his lips that match his flushed cheeks, and the light brown of his hair, a strand falling in front of his face.

And those pretty green eyes that look back at Castiel with nothing but love.

[failedintsave]

🌧️ skwistok?

[Send an emoji and I'll write a drabble]

I listened to rain sounds to get the *mood* for this, but I ended up taking a long nap and I kinda lost the thread for a second OOP this ended up silly!

🌧️ Rainy Day Activities

A fleeting white flash preceded the low, rolling peal of thunder, like the purr of a massive, unseen feline roaming the grounds of Mordland. No cat would be caught outside in this downpour, Toki thought, glancing up at the sheets of water cascading gently down the windowpane. The landscape beyond was a wash of desaturated tones, the mountains in the distance outlined briefly by another burst of lightning before they faded into the gray backdrop once more. Watching for too long made him dozy, so he turned his attention back to his project.

It had taken him the better part of the entire day to assemble, but as the image coalesced into its completed state, Toki regretted not a single minute spent crawling around on hands and knees on the cold stone floor of Skwisgaar's room. There simply hadn't been enough space in his own quarters for the expansive puzzle (he'd selected the largest available from the aquarium gift shop after their trip for Nathan's birthday) and he'd hoped to entreat Skwisgaar into helping him put it together—the thing was nearly as wide as the Swede was tall!—but after less than an hour, Skwisgaar had grown restless and returned to his scales. He watched and sometimes pointed out a piece Toki was searching for, but otherwise didn't seem interested in assisting further.

The door opening and clicking shut behind him drew Toki's eyes away from the colorful still life spread out before him. "Look, ams almost done!" He smiled up at Skwisgaar as the blonde crossed to join him, carrying a plate.

"Pff. Abouts time. You missed dinners completesly." He held out the dish, potato chips piled high around a halved sub sandwich. The rich smell of marinara wafted down as Toki accepted it, his stomach growling in time with another rumble of thunder. "Moidaface ams starving himselfs again I guess. Dis time he not mad abouts de shape of de food, but de fact day it ams meatballs."

Laughing, Toki took a hearty bite before setting the dish aside. He plucked away a string of mozzarella that stuck to his lips and wiped his hands on his pants. "His loss, dis ams delicious. But look!" 

Gesturing to the puzzle, Toki waved a hand over the picture of the vibrant coral reef. The sparse monochromatic decor of Skwisgaar's room made the kaleidoscopic rainbow of fish and anemones seem even brighter. Skwisgaar nodded, heading back to perch on his bed with his guitar.

"Very pretties. Now what? You all done?"

"Now I just puts de last piece of underwater friends here," Toki pointed to a clownfish's missing face, "and den—" 

His fingertips touched bare stone where the dwindling work-pile of pieces had been. Toki looked around, lifting both knees and checking beneath his plate before letting out a dismayed cry.

"Where'd it goes?!"

"What?"

"De last piece!"

"You don't has it?"

"I did!" Toki crawled in a circle, carefully flattening the edges of the puzzle to make sure it hadn't slipped underneath somehow. "I knows I had it, I countsed dem all before I starts!"

Skwisgaar's plucking stopped. "You counted all ofs dem?"

"Ja, I always does wif all my models."

"Ten t'ousand pieces?"

"Ja."

"Huh." He sounded impressed, if a bit bewildered. The muted plunking of strings started up again. 

Still searching the floor, Toki flipped up the corner of the polar bear rug to no avail. "You don't starts to pracstice de guitar wifout all's your strings, right? Cuz what's would be de point?"

"Well ja, but Toki dere ams like…six." He picked an open note on each before resuming his arpeggios. "Maybes you miscount?"

"I didn't! Wills you just helps me look for it? Ams orange, should be easy to spots."

Skwisgaar gave a cursory glance around the room and shrugged. "I don't sees nothin', dids you look under de bed?"

With a huff, Toki scooted to that side of the room and pressed his ear to the floor. Nothing, not even a dust bunny hid under the vast platform. A booted heel bumped against his backside and Toki lifted his head to frown at the snickering Swede. As their eyes met, Toki's narrowed in suspicion, and Skwisgaar pressed his lips together in a flat line to smother another giggle.

"Where ams it?"

"Dunno." His voice quavered with suppressed amusement.

"Where ams it?" Toki repeated, his hands landing on the mattress, boxing in Skwisgaar's hips.

Bony shoulders rose and fell in an unconvincing shrug. "Search me."

"Fine. I thinks I will." 

Toki wrestled the guitar from Skwisgaar's grasp, setting it on the floor and bodily rolling the taller man from side to side, checking under and behind for the missing piece. No flash of orange anywhere on the fur duvet.

"Turns out you pockets."

Skwisgaar started to oblige, but Toki was faster. He turned the linings inside out, rewarded with a few spare guitar picks, a tube of chapstick, and a poorly restrained squeal from the blonde as investigating fingers poked the join of his leg and pelvis. Momentarily sidetracked by the sound, a grin spread over Toki's face, barely masking wicked intent.

"Don't you does it." Skwisgaar warned, catching the change in demeanor. Too late.

"What? You means dis?!"

"Toki, noo-hoohohohueaghaah!" 

Skwisgaar dissolved into a floundering, chortling puddle as Toki pounced, fingers now seeking soft, vulnerable flesh. His hands roamed over the Swede's ribs and belly, poking under his arms and squeezing his knees until his victim gasped for air.

"Gives it up, Skwigelf, I knows you took it!"

"You gots no proof!" Skwisgaar panted, kicking and swatting ineffectually at the strong hands pinning him down.

"I don't needs proof, I gots inskinkts, and dey's telling me—" Toki stopped, his thumbs pressed into bared skin where Skwisgaar's shirt had come untucked. He looked from the pale, exposed strip to the studded belt underscoring it. "You gots to be kidding me."

Skwisgaar's flailing lessened, his cheeks flushed from exertion. An innocent smile played across his lips. "What?"

"You know whats." Toki was already unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping. "Why? Ams dis? In your pants?!"

The bashful face of a clownfish stared back as Toki peeled open the gray denim. He plucked the orange shape off Skwisgaar's white briefs and held it up.

"Now how did dat gets dere?" Skwisgaar tapped his mouth with a long, elegant finger, squinting one eye as if recalling some morsel of information. "Hmm. Didn'ts we loirns at de aquarsiums dat dese guys likes to hide?"

Toki slapped Skwisgaar's thigh with the back of his hand, eliciting another stifled chuckle."How long has dis been in dere? It's all bent!"

"I t'oughts you'd be happy to sees him, hueghuehhuegh." 

A long leg hooked behind Toki where he kneeled, pulling him closer. He got the distinct impression that Skwisgaar wasn't referring only to the missing puzzle piece. Lightning streaking across the sky once more reflected in the burning blue gaze that watched him from the bed. Looking from the puzzle piece in his palm to the man sprawled beneath him, already halfway undressed, Toki smirked and threw the silver of cardboard over his shoulder.

"I cans finish it later."

[imagineabrighterworld]

A Heart Meant for Two

A/N: A poly relationship between Hawks, Dabi, and the reader! Based on the song The Way You Say Hello by tiffi and City Girl ^^

“He said he loved her more than words, so instead of words he gave her flowers to observe”

Hawks was your first boyfriend to ever have a current boyfriend. It was an odd adjustment to get used to sharing your boyfriend with someone else, especially when you first met Dabi. But with some help, you got used to it quickly.

“Flowers?” You eye the bouquet of roses in Keigo’s hands. He had given you flowers before, but these felt like a bribe. You peer at him with suspicious eyes, snapping your book shut. “What did you do?”

“Can’t I buy my best girl some flowers?” The Winged Hero replaces your book with the flowers, flipping through the pages before tossing it to the side. As he sits down next to you, his wing instinctively wraps around you to pull you in.

You press yourself into his side and bury your nose in the flowers, breathing in their sweet scent. A small smile forms on your face. “Hmm.. You're either planning something stupid, or it's Dabi that is doing something stupid.”

“Kid-”

“It's Dabi isn't it.”

From the flash of blue light coming from outside and the nearing of police sirens, you know the answer.

“They were also on sale.” Keigo murmurs under his breath, turning his head to hide his blush of shame as you laugh.

It had been a full four months since you started dating the two of them and Keigo still thought you were woefully ignorant. But you were much more observant than he thought. You knew your other boyfriend was a villain, one that still had a long way to go if he was to be pardoned of his crimes- that is, if he wanted to be pardoned. It was that bit of information that you did stay ignorant on, you didn't want to lose sleep on something like that.

You sigh happily and give your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you.”

Later on, Dabi would return home with another bouquet of flowers. A bit crumpled from him jumping over fences, but still intact.

Your boyfriends were weird, but you loved them.

“She drew him pictures in a card, he said it was tacky and almost broke her heart”

Dabi was not a spoonful of sugar and sometimes he could be a bit blunt. Painfully blunt. How you got used to his silver tipped tongue? You didn't know. Maybe it was a skill you should add onto your resume.

Removing your heels at the front door, you slip on a pair of slippers and sneak your way into the house. Dabi was the only one at home, the main indicator being the lack of Keigo’s jacket on the wall hook while Dabi’s boots were tucked away in the corner.

You duck low as you hear a quiet snoring from the couch in the living room. With soft steps, you creep in on a sleeping Dabi and lean over the cushions to reach him.

His arm was slung over his eyes, his mouth parted slightly as he sighs. Sleeping Dabi was the softest you've seen him. He was always smirks and sharp lines, but when he was asleep he was so.. Soft.

“What do you want?” A low grumble rises from Dabi’s throat. He moves his arm to uncover an eye. The piercing blue cuts through you and leaves you halting in your movements. That's to say, you stopped your hand from removing a card from your purse.

“I wanted to give you something.” You pull out the card and offer it to him.

He shuts his eye and- goes back to sleep?

“Dabi?” You whisper.

He opens his eye again and swipes the paper from your hand with a huff. Dabi sits up before paying your card any mind. Flipping it open, he runs his eyes over the drawings inside.

“Is that supposed to be a cat?”

“It's a human.”

“ It's a human, she says.” Dabi chuckles, laying back down and covering his face with the card, resting his arms on his chest in a mummy like fashion.

"Do you like it?"

"It's garbage, babe."

It stung until you found it tucked away in his chest pocket while doing laundry a week later.

“I know he hates the way she does her hair”

You constantly changed your hairstyle. One day it was braided and the next it was in a high ponytail, or cropped to your chin. Every style looked good on you, but the day you started dying your hair was the day Dabi grew truly frustrated. Though.. Not for long.

“Dabi!” You yell from inside the bathroom, your white towel now shades of purple. “I think I messed up!”

“You think or you know , babe?” He hisses as he nears the bathroom. The lights were far too bright after he had been napping for two hours. It was nighttime, nearly one in the morning according to the clock on the wall. And you were doing your hair? When you had work the very next morning?

As soon as he witnesses your hair, he knows that you know just how badly it went. He holds onto the doorframe and laughs heartily, bending over slightly as his lungs begin to burn.

“Come on it's not that funny!”

“Your towel has more hair dye than your hair does!”

It was true. Your hair was supposed to be a deep indigo, but all that was left after rinsing off the excess dye was a few lavender streaks in your now stained platinum hair. You had went to get it bleached a few days ago and today was the day you were going to color it. How did it go so wrong? The hair dye was rated so highly!

Your face burns with embarrassment. You move to shut the door on him. “If you wont help me I’ll just-”

He moves his hand in time to stop you from closing the door and pushes it open further to let himself through. “I never said that, did I babe?” He breathes in slowly to ease his now stinging lungs. “Sit down, I'll do it for you. I have more practice.”

“I know she hates the way that he pretends to care”

Keigo wasn't without his own flaws. Dabi was the villain, but Keigo came with his own problems. They weren't too big, luckily, but it wasn't always easy being on the receiving end of his disinterest when he was tired.  

You lay in defeat on the floor, your arms spread out with empty clothes hangers on your arms. Tonight was your high school reunion, a day you had been planning for since the email was first sent. The only thing you didn't have planned was your outfit. Which was why you wanted some input from your significant others, but unfortunately only Keigo was home.

Why was it unfortunate? He was tired. And when he was tired he never had much to say, or any energy to do anything other than breathe.

You look up at him from the floor and poke at his wing. “Keigoooo!”

Keigo was laying on his stomach, his right wing drooping downward as he attempted to sleep. “Mmnn..?”

“What do you think about this one?”

“It's beautiful.”

“You're not even looking.”

“Mm..”

“Birdbrain.”

“I know she'll slightly disagree on what he wears”

You loved Dabi’s odd sense of fashion and went shopping with him for matching outfits (something he said he hated, but would never stop you on doing), but Keigo.. had a special sense of fashion that always managed to confuse you. Maybe it was best you stopped going to him for his input.

"You'd think that being in magazine shoots would help you gain a fashion sense." You say from behind a fist, your hand curled to hide your grimace.

"They dress him. What do you think he'll learn?" Dabi chimes in from behind you. He laid on the bed with pillows propping him up in order to watch the show that was Keigo dressing for date night. It was a little game Dabi always liked to observe.

It wasn't that the clothes Keigo had were terrible. If they were in the right color they would look great. But.. they weren't in the right color.

They were every goddamn color in the rainbow.

Keigo looks at the vibrant pink and yellow jacket he was sporting and at the baby blue tank top he had on underneath. Vivid orange and purple peaked out from the windbreaker he wore underneath the jacket and you didn't want to know what other layer of clothing he had on under that .

"I think I look great."

"For a bird, babe." Dabi chuckles. "For a bird, you're a hot ticket."

"But not for a human Kei." You walk behind him and tug at the jacket. “Let’s just go with the other outfit.”

As it turned out, Keigo did have more in common with birds than just his wings. Bright colors were just as alluring to him as a bowl of seeds was for a sparrow. You kept this in mind for the next time you went shopping.

“I know he chokes when she sprays too much perfume in the air”

Your boyfriends knew they were difficult and could be major pains in the ass, but for once they would appreciate it if you didn't try killing them with your perfume. They knew it wasn't intentional, but how could you not notice the whole house smelled like you?  

“Question.” Dabi rests his chin on top of your head while looking at you in the mirror. “You know what my quirk is, right?”

“I do.”

“And you know what fire does when in contact with alcohol, right?”

Now you look up at him, squinting your eyes at him as you lower your brush onto the sink counter. “Yes.. it's basic safety measures. Alcohol is extremely flammable.”

“Do you know what perfume has?” Your boyfriend smirks. He curls a lock of your hair around his finger and gives it a small tug.

You slap his hand away and turn around to look at him directly. You cross your arms and lean against the counter. He was being coy, but it was too early in the morning for this. He never stalled you from getting ready to go to work. “It has alcohol. What about it?”

He cages you in his arms, leaning in and letting a flicker of blue flame light the side of his face. But unlike usual, blue flames burst in the air for a split second, the sudden flash of heat startling you enough to bump into him as you jump away from the counter. Dabi turns off his flames and pecks you on the cheek.

“Unless you want the house to burn down, I'd stop spraying so much perfume, babe.”

After work you end up buying an alcohol-free perfume.

“But she likes the way it feels when he's right there”

After the third attempt at sleeping in the same queen sized bed at the same time, Keigo and Dabi decided to buy a new bed without you knowing. It went well until you came home early to them attempting to assemble the frame without instructions. But once it was put together and finished, you had to admit you liked the result.

“No more facefuls of feathers!” You squeal with joy as you leap onto the bed and spread your arms out, enjoying the spaciousness of it all.

Dabi sits down on your left while Keigo takes your right. He flicks your forehead to catch your attention and motions for you to tuck in your arm so he could lay down next to you. “Now you get why he doesn’t get to sleep in the middle?” He pulls you into a hug while flipping Keigo off from over your shoulder.

Keigo flops onto the bed, his wings spread out and covering the two of you like a tarp. “You're just jealous baby.”

You wriggle around and lay with your back against Dabi’s chest. Pushing his wing away, you stick your tongue out at Keigo. “Jealous of being attracted to stop signs?”

“It's a sexy red.”

“What about mirrors?”

“I’m a sexy man.”

“Birdbrain.” Keigo huffs and moves closer to the both of you, wrapping his wing to engulf the both of you. “The bed was my idea you know.”

“I know.” You admit. “Dabi doesn't care if he smooshes us to death.”

“Ouch.” Dabi murmurs from your hair.

It's not long after that you fall asleep in their arms, completely content to spend the rest of your night between the two of them. But when the winter came, you and Keigo agreed to keep Dabi in the middle to act as a heater.

“She loves him so much it's absurd”

It was winter when your boys began to grow more busy. Sometimes you would go to sleep alone, but you didn't let it get to you. You knew they visited the house when they could. What else would explain the endless supply of your favorite flowers in vases by the window or boxes of your favorite chocolates on the table when they weren't there when you left? The nights you did get to see them, you enjoyed their presence to the fullest.

Keigo squeezes his eyes shut in annoyance as he hears his phone ringing once more. It was the third time in a row, and he knew he couldn't go on ignoring it anymore. Being a hero meant sacrificing down time. It meant sacrificing time with you.

“Kei.”

“Yeah?”

“It's okay.” You keep your eyes shut as you trace swirls along his back in the area between his wings. “I understand you need to leave.” You knew you couldn’t keep him forever. It wasn't right. People needed him. He saved people. It was like keeping a firefighter from putting out a fire right in front of him. If they were calling Keigo so adamantly then it must be important.

Keigo presses a kiss to your temple and releases his hold on you, letting you lay on your back as he tugs on his jacket and prepares to exit the room.

“I love you.” You say from under the still warm blankets.

“I love you too.” He smiles from over his shoulder, eyes pained.

What did he do to deserve you?

“He thinks it's cute that her singing is the worst he's ever heard”

After a whole month away from the two of you, Dabi had to admit that he missed Keigo’s stupid face and your singing. Was it good singing? No. But did he miss seeing you enjoy yourself? Yeah. Yeah he did.  

Dabi sat outside the house, listening to your singing from his spot under the tree. He had yet to enter the house and opted instead to stay under the shade. He would have to leave again soon, so he saw no point in raising your hopes only to let you down.

A feather jabs at him from behind.

“You should go in and see her. She misses you.” Keigo lands beside him, lifting his goggles from his face. He crouches in front of him, running his gloved fingers through Dabi’s hair. “We both miss you.”

Dabi leans into his touch. How many times did he find himself missing it? Keigo was his first love after such a long time, but now there was you too. You both made him weak.

“I’ll be home soon.”

“And the way she’ll close her eyes, when she's nervous and just about to cry”

Keigo and Dabi didn't always agree on everything. That was a given when one was a hero dating a villain. But what they constantly agreed on was making sure you were kept out of the fray.  

The shopping district was utterly decimated and all you felt was heat. A sweltering heat that couldn't be put out. Blue flames surrounded you on all sides, flames you knew instinctively were Dabi's.

"What's going on?!" You yell as debris falls around you, Dabi was just there- you could've sworn you saw him! It had to be him! Where else did the flames come from?

A hand wraps around your bicep and pulls you upward, the familiar sight of red wings takes up your vision as you look at Keigo. He was covered in ash and his goggles were cracked in half atop his head. He squinted through the smoke that was building in the air.

"The League is here. I'm getting you home."

"What about Dabi?! He's here, we need to bring him home too!" You look behind you at the structure that began to cave in on itself, all you could see was blue. "He's in there!"

"And so is Shigaraki! You can't be here kid!"

"We cant leave him! Please Keigo!" Tears blur your vision as all you can think about was how burnt Dabi's skin already was. What would being in the center of that fire do to him then? What kind of state would he return to you in?

"I'm sorry kid.. He's the one who warned me you were there.."

“He likes the way she plays songs on repeat”

Keigo  watched as you grew more and more despondent, shutting down as more time passed that Dabi was gone. Japan was in an uproar, and it kept calling him back to patch it up each time villains showed. Japan was like an open wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. However, this changes one day as he comes home to hearing the sound of music blasting on your speakers.

Lights were strung up from the front door to the living room to the bedrooms, fairy lights dotted every inch of the house. Keigo tucked his wings in taunt to his body to keep them from getting tangled in the haphazardly placed lights. While he loved bright colors, it was almost too much for his eyes. Where were you?

"Kid?" He calls out, ducking underneath bluebell lights. "Please tell me you're still alive in here?"

The song on the speaker repeated on itself, which was odd with how clunky it sounded, but he learned to like it once he found you.

If choppy music was what it took to bring a smile back on your face, it was worth it.

He found you taping up lights in the bathroom while singing under your breath, mascara smudged but a smile still on your face. You look at him with your hundred gigawatt smile. It threw him for a loop, the sudden hope in your eyes when only yesterday you were crying yourself to sleep.

"Its for when he comes back. Want to help me?"

Keigo takes the loop of lights from your hands and nods.

"Make some room kid."

“He likes the way they flow together like electricity”

Covering the house in Christmas lights was actually a fun distraction for the both of you while Dabi was gone. Keigo was in charge of the higher lights that covered the rooftop, but you had plenty of fun stringing them around the plants surrounding the house. After finishing your impromptu decorating, you both decide to spend the rest of the night in the living room.

"Just follow my steps, baby."

"If I followed you I'd end up on my face." You laugh while holding onto his shoulders as you both hovered in the air, his wings flared open to keep you both afloat. What steps was he even talking about? For the past ten minutes he just held you both up and spun in a lazy circle. His wings were doing all the work while his feet did nothing.

"I’ll make you soar kid." He winks at you. "One day you'll see. I’ll take you to dance sessions and everything."

"I'll hold you to it."

“He likes her ringtone and the way she'll say hello”

When it came to being part of the League, Dabi had to be careful on what information he let loose. They couldn't know about his relationships. If Shigaraki knew then he would most definitely use it to his advantage. Dabi had two weak points and that was you and Keigo. But when he was out with the LoV, he had his ways of being with you.  

“Hello! This is my voicemail, which means I'm probably busy right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP! Have a good day!”

Dabi holds his phone limply in his hand, looking up at the cracking ceiling of the League's current hideout. He had to make face for now, which meant staying away from you and Keigo for a while. Still, he had his phone, one thing he was glad Giran gave him after he burnt his old one accidentally. He knew you were busy, and he had no intention of talking to you while on the job, but to hear your voice was enough for him.

Weeks later, he welcomes the sound of your voice as you greet him, receiving him back into the house with open arms.

"Whats with all lights?" He laughs in response to your face nuzzling into his chest and feathers lifting the both of you to Keigo who stood in the doorway.

"Its to a bright future."

“He likes the way her hands feel even if they're cold”

Dabi couldn't blame you for having cold hands, but he found it cute how you were so insecure about being cold all the time. He loved how you latched onto him rather than Keigo when the temperature began to drop. Maybe it was the fact that he was gone for so long that he didn't mind being clung to. But somehow he found himself in situations he wasn't sure how to handle.

“How long am I going to be in the middle for?” He mumbles under his breath as the two of you cling to him from underneath piles of blankets.

“Until winter is gone.” You state simply.

“It isn't winter yet.”

“Did she stutter?” Keigo grumbles from under the sheets.

Eventually he would grow tired of it, but for now he let the two of you do what you wanted. He was home after all.

“And when she’s away from him, she’s away from home”

After two years of dating you knew you could never return to being without your boys. They were yours.

You reach upward, feeling the familiar rough texture of Dabi's scars along his neck and under his eyes. You drag your your thumb softly under his eye, breathing in his scent. From behind you, you could feel Keigo's breath fanning across your neck.

It was a lazy day today. No one needed them, no one needed you, it was just you and them. How long would the peace last? How long until one of your boys were called away? How long until one of them lost a battle?

No, you wouldn't think of that. For now, it was just you and them.

And that was alright with you.