#bronze and orange we hate em both

[reality-itself-but-magic]

ok so advanced painters club today we were shipping colors and ngl we found the best ship ever in pink and gold. the campus supervisor said lavender and white and we love him for that. we're planning a comic about it now.

so the royal family is gold silver bronze ok and bronze is jealous of gold and pinks relationship.

pink is a calm, content kinda person while gold is like OMG I LOVE LIFE HAVE SOME COOKIES LOVE YOU

gray is aroace and is pinks sibling. gray is overprotective. green is aro.

purple and navy migghhht be a thing?

gray and green have like a rivals which would kill people for each other kinda vibe.

red is younger siblings to a darker red.

orange is a toxic bitch bc one of my friends hates the color orange.

oh and the way colors reproduce is when they get old and about to dry they hold hands and spin and turn into a new color.

also they have no concept of gender

[artstatues]

5 more minutes...

wc : 256

pairings : cyrus of nara x fem!reader, from the woven kingdom series.

synopsis : in which you both have to wake up, but cyrus insists you dont.

warnings : js pure fluff <3

a/n : guess whos back, back again, tell ur friends!! anyway sorry for the shit writing, been awhile. proofread by the one and only, @flowers-for-em ❤️‍🩹

taglist : @lxvebelle, @pockyyasii, @never-enough-novels.

orange rays of light seeped through your shared bedroom curtains.

you carefully shifted your body to achieve a more comfortable position to avoid waking cyrus up. A soft groan came from the king. you gently ran your fingers through his bronze hair to quiet him down and send him back to his previous slumber.

the sun was slowly rising by now, delicate rays of sunlight fell on cyrus’ peaceful face. you brushed a strand of hair out of his face with something of a touch. it was considerately too soft for anyone to call it a touch. you smiled at his sleeping figure. thanking god that you woke up to this view every morning.

he slept awfully late last night, so late that you could’ve barely kept your eyelids waiting for him. you were aware of the fact that he was a busy man with the job of a king. 

just when you were about to get up, his hands found your waist. “no, stay, please.” he grumbled into the comfort of his pillows. “i- we have to get ready, as much as i hate it, you have a lot of things to do.” you tried to convince him with your all too lovely tone. “no, please..” he stuffed his head further into the pillows, while his hands held on tighter to your waist. “c’mon baby,” you pleaded with a sigh, shifting further and further away from him. “5 more minutes, please angel” he mumbled, hugging you closer until you really couldn’t escape from his hold.