#indigos prompts

[dragonindigo245prompts]

Hero: Stop! Think about what you're doing! Think about all the harm you'd do if you blew up all those government buildings!

Villain: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't.

Hero, a citizen who definitely suffers under the governments bullshit: Well, um, it's not nice?

Villain: ... do you want me to beat you up a little so you aren't obligated to stop me?

Hero: Yes.

Please reblog if you like this post!

[galacticsabc]

c'mooonnn, he's just a lil' guy! you wouldn't tankbuster a lil' guy like him!

[dipplinduo]

Announcement: A Wild DIPPLINSHIPPING HYPE WEEK appeared!

As you may know, the Indigo Disk DLC released on December 14th, 2023. In anticipation of the upcoming 1 year anniversary, we're banding together to celebrate the wonderful conclusion of the DLC storyline and all of the swoony & angsty moments of dipplinshipping as a whole!

This event and its prompts are based entirely on community ideas and voting. According to final responses, most dipplinshipping community members prefer to celebrate from Saturday, December 14th, 2024 (Indigo Disk Anniversary Date) to Friday, December 20th, 2024.

Event Guidelines:

Any art form is welcome. Whether you want to draw, paint, write, create music, or so on - we love and encourage it!

Participation is entirely up to the creator. While the official start and end dates of the celebration week are outlined, you are more than welcome to release submissions at your own pace and liking. If you only want to do 1 or 2 prompts, no worries! If you want to do all 7, have at it! Just make sure you're having fun. :)

Please mark your content accordingly and remain mindful of community safety and comfort. I plan to promote all content that is created for this event, but will not be promoting inappropriate themes (e.g., NSFW, violent/graphic content, inappropriate treatment of minors or pokemon, or any other related themes that may be questionable or discomforting). Off theme submissions will also not be promoted (e.g., OC shipping).

How to Submit:

Use the Tumblr hashtags: #dipplinshipping, #dipplinshippinghypeweek2024.

Submission Link for AO3 Collection.

Have fun!!! I can't wait to celebrate with you. <3

Special shoutouts to @mimilovesfurret for suggesting this event idea, and to @kekstala, @mandachuart, and @tuttiflutie for co-creating the lovely infographic above on short notice!

With love,

dipplinduo

[trans-axolotl2]

Fuck the DSM. Seriously, fuck the DSM.

The DSM is and always has been used primarily as a method of rationalizing mistreatment of the people it labels as "deviant." When you look at the history of psychiatry, it becomes clear that things like drapetomania, protest psychosis, hysteria, and homosexuality as a disorder were not just thrown into there randomly. Rather, it showcases the power of the DSM: labeling and categorizing ways of being as mental illness opens up new paths of incarceration, social control, and curative violence. I need people to understand that the modern DSM still works like this: these classifications of madness/mental distress/neurodivergence into psychiatric labels encourage society to treat madness/mental distress/neurodivergence with the apparatuses used to eradicate "deviance." Diagnosis is not neutral.

As mad/mentally ill/neurodivergent people, we deserve access to more explanatory models of madness/mental illness/ neurodivergence than what the psychiatric language of normalcy and disorder offers us. Whether this looks like rejecting diagnosis, embracing varying cultural understandings of mental experience, or any million different ways of interpreting our bodymind, we deserve the option to move beyond clinical language that tries to convince us not to trust ourselves. We deserve to view ourselves wholly, leaving room for all our experiences of madness/mental illness/neurodivergence--the meaningful, the terrifying, the joyful, the exhausting. We deserve to have our own relationship with our madness, instead of being pushed to view ourselves as an inherent "danger to self or others" simply by existing as crazy.

Here's another truth: I hate the DSM, and I still call myself bipolar, a diagnosis that came to me through psych incarceration. While I wholeheartedly reject the DSM and the system intertwined with it, I simultaneously acknowledge and believe that many of the collections of symptoms that the DSM describes are very, very real ways of living in the world, and that the distress that they can cause are very very real. When I say fuck the DSM, I don't mean "Mental distress, disability, and neurodivergence aren't real." Rather, I mean that the DSM can never hold my experience of what it is like to be bipolar, the meaning I derive from experiencing life with cyclical moods. The DSM can't hold within its pages what it's like to see my mood cycle not as a tragedy or disaster, but instead as an opportunity, a gift, to grow and shift and go back to the same place over and over again, dying in winter and blooming again in spring. The DSM can't hold the fact that even though I experience very, very real distress due to those mood cycles--they're still mine and I claim that as something that matters to me. I call myself bipolar as a shorthand to tell people that I experience many things both extreme high and low, but I do not mean the same thing when I say "bipolar" as a psychiatrist does.

When we build community as mad/mentally ill/neurodivergent people, I want us to have room to share, relate, and care for each other in ways that isn't calling to the authority of a fucked up system with strictly defined categories. I don't want us to take those same ways of thinking and rebrand it into advocacy that claims to fight stigma, but really just ends up reinforcing these same ideas about deviance, cure, control, and danger. I dream of the day when psychiatry doesn't loom as a threat in all of our lives, and I think part of that work requires us as mad/mentally ill/neurodivergent people to really grapple with and untangle the ways we label and make meaning of our minds.

ok to reblog, if you want to learn more about antipsychiatry/mad studies check out this reading list.

[a-gaggle-of-trainers]

Kieran has seen some crap

[starsfic]

Finding Frankie AU where an urban explorer named Ed finds himself one of the contestants in Frankie's Parkour Palace, and a mysterious entity seems to have infiltrated the studio's computer system with the apparent goal of keeping Ed as safe as it can. No one seems to know who or what this entity is, but its meddling acts always seem to be heralded by a short jingle: G F-G-F E.

The Contestant came to a screeching stop as another door slammed in their face, cutting them off from their prey. Without a care for the cameras, they pressed the Bluetooth in their ear.

"Frankie, what the hell is going on?!"

"I, uh, I'm not quite sure, my dear!" Their cohort sounded frazzled, paired with the sound of keys typing. "But he's heading to Deputy Duck's section, so-"

The next second, a loud jingle played over the intercoms, loud enough that the Contestant had to cut the connection. It wasn't fast enough. The piano keys of GFGFE made their ears ring enough that they took a step back.

Ever since Contestant 2, named Ed apparently, had come onto the show, it was like everything had fallen apart. Something had infiltrated the parkour palace's entire system, and it was dedicated to keeping this guy safe as he ran around the place. Morgan could respect the attempted cheating, but the infuriating part was that Ed seemed as baffled as they were about the entire thing and was more dedicated to finding a way out.

They were not going to lose to this idiot.

The Bluetooth reconnected.

"My dear? There's a raccoon."

"Mark its location, I'll get it later," they huffed, turning and marching towards the nearest vent. It wouldn't be the first time some pest had broken in. "Where is-"

"I mean," Frankie said, voice getting just a bit higher. "The raccoon is the one in the system."

The Contestant paused. "What?"

"HI!"

The yell made them drop the vent cover, whirling around. Next to them was one of the screens showing the chat responding to the show. Last they looked, it was full of confused anons, both enjoying the twist to the show and getting really annoyed at how it was dragging on. Now, it was blank, all except for a purple raccoon in a red bandana, smiling placidly at them like the greeter at an amusement park.

"...hi?"

"I don't like you." The raccoon said it so sweetly that the Contestant wasn't sure how to react. "If you hurt my friend, you won't like what me and my friends will do to you."

And with that ominous message, the raccoon disappeared. The chat screen remained blank and empty.

Over the intercoms, the jingle played, followed by what sounded like a scream of frustration from Frankie.

The Contestant had no time to react to that. They opened up the vent and slipped in, feeling the weight of the hunting knife on their side.

They had a show to win and a loser to deal with.

[skrunklyprisonprincess]

Jefftember day 12! Prompt: PURPLE Which could mean only one thing. Weyoun :)

It's a good thing Jeff doesn't really have any social media because oh boy, the horrors he would see. I sleep soundly at night knowing this will never reach his eyes.

Oh and bonus warmup sketches while I was at work

It was on my brain I couldn't wait 7 hours.

[zero1qn2]

Secret santa piece for @indigo-gendered, which i liked quite a lot, so :]

[mothmanthebreadwizard]

Day 28- Mascot Horror

Have I ever played Indigo Park, no. Did I still draw Rambly, yes.

[swingstep]

when youre trying so hard to be the edgy anime rival but your friends wont stop goofing around >:/

[rjalker]

The

~we originally let you into our group with the explicit purpose of exploiting you in some way, and only got you in here in the first place by lying to your face, but now we've gotten to know you, so we don't want to exploit you anymore, and we want you to stay because we actually care about you as a person~

trope does, in fact, require that the group prove, in a real meaningful way, with permanent negative consequences of some kind for that group, that they're not trying to exploit the outsider anymore.

You cannot just tell us that they never intended to exploit the person at all when...we literally all know that's not true?? Everyone in the audience knows that’s not true. And all of your characters are also painfully aware of it. That is not how this works.

Don't insult your audience by trying to convince them that the group was never trying to be exploitative when that's literally the entire basis for the relationship between the group and the outsider existing in the first place.

Attempting this doesn’t make the group look better, it makes them look worse. Because instead of coming clean about everything...you’re having them double down on the lying that established the exploitative relationship in the first place.

You cannot make this trope work if you’re just going to lie to your audience, both within and without the narrative, about the relationship between the group and the outsider.

You have to actually have the group prove that they care about the outsider as a person now, and not something that’s there just to be exploited like they did before.

To prove this, the group must *willingly* and *knowingly* give up whatever it was that they hoped to gain from the outsider.

It must be a move that unquestionably has negative impact on the group in some way. This is how they prove that they actually want to accept the outsider for who they are, and not just what they gain from their presence.

They must give up something they can’t get back in order to prove to everyone involved, including the literal audience, that they’ve actually changed for the better and are actually doing the right thing now, even though it doesn’t benefit them.

If it's clear to everyone reading that the group has everything to gain from keeping the outsider with them, and no downsides to doing so, then you're not proving that they actually like the outsider for who they are.

You're just providing further evidence that the group is still being exploitative and still views the outsider as a resource to drain and not a person who they care about.

And simply telling us this ~isn't what's happening~ does not make these facts any less true.

You cannot have the outsider be explicitly tricked into joining the group for the explicit purpose of being exploited, and then have them stay with the group to continue being exploited, while the group gives up nothing in return, and expect us to believe that they're there simply because they're wanted, and not just because they're still literally being exploited.

And no, the outsider being aware they’re being exploited does not make this better, it makes it even worse.

Especially if the outsider in question has severe abandonment issues from repeated trauma and abuse and is starving for any sense of belonging or community they can get their hands on, no matter how thin the veneer, and no matter how much holding onto it hurts them.

Having the outsider be aware that they’re being exploited by the group does not mean they’re not being exploited. It just makes it worse, because they now have to live with the fact that they know, for a fact, they’re not actually there because they’re wanted, they’re just there to be exploited.

And if the outsider is aware of this fact, and you decide to write the group constantly denying this fact when they’ve never done anything to prove it wrong...that’s once again literally just making the group even more abusive. It’s not making them look like better people.

Doubling down on the abuse and exploitation does not prove that the group isn’t abusive and exploitative.

If you are not willing to have the group actually make any sacrifices to prove they really care about the outsider as a person, and not just a resource to be sucked dry, then flat out, do not even attempt to write this trope. You’re going to fail. Miserably.

If you refuse to do it properly, don’t do it at all. Because if you fail to actually condemn the exploitative practices of the group, the only thing you’re doing is upholding abusive power structures and normalizing them, and insulting your audience at the same time.

You cannot expect us to believe that the group isn’t actually being exploitative when you’ve gone *out of your way* to write it so that flagrant, open exploitation and lies were the foundation of the relationship, without ever once doing anything to change that after the fact.

If you want to do the trope of “a group wants to exploit someone, but then changes their mind when they realize like them for who they are, and they become a found family”, you have to actually prove that the group has stopped being exploitative and abusive.

Otherwise your found family is literally just another abusive family that needs to be escaped from.

[dragonindigo245prompts]

Villain: *Smooches the hero.*

Hero: *Instantly gut punches them, knocking all of the wind out of them and making them crumple to the floor.*

Hero: I'M SORRY! THAT WAS AN INVOLUNTARY REACTION!

Villain: *Wheezing.*

Hero: YOU'RE ONLY EVER THAT CLOSE TO ME WHEN YOU'RE FIGHTING ME! I JUST AUTOPILOTED!

Villain: A-All good, babe.

[dioles-writes]

• ROYGBIV TAG •

thanks @seastarblue for the tag ^^

Credits also go to @jiphenn

Rules are to find each color of the rainbow in your WIP(s)!

• RED •

Shehani scratched at her hands, loosening the bandages around them. Felix watched as the pale off-white of the bandages, smudged with dirt and grime from the mission, slowly began to seep with the deep, crimson red of blood.

“Um, are you okay?”

“Sorry, they do that sometimes.” Shehani said with a nod, all nonchalant and casual-like as if it was some normal thing. Like the bandages on her hands, which Felix hadn’t really questioned up til now, weren’t soaking with blood.

“Oh, uh, why?” He choked out, feeling more awkward than ever.

“My body likes to bleed. It craves the feeling of flowing blood.”

• ORANGE •

“What’s your name?” Una turned to Venus with one of his friendly, warm smiles. Venus, on the other hand, was not convinced. She blinked at him, not budging. “I’m Una.” He added quickly.

“Venus.”

She leaned over and grabbed Una by his hair, shaking his head around without a care. “Pink and red,” she noted, grabbing and tugging at the different sections of his hair.

“Yeah and your hair is orange and black!” Una grabbed a lock of Venus’ hair and a whole ass bug fell from it. It had barely touched the floor before Venus snatched it up and shoved it in her mouth, a large crunching noise cutting through the shocked silence.

Venus swallowed.

• YELLOW •

“So you’re the ones that attacked this place.” The stranger turned around now, so that they were fully facing the group.

“Um, no, we’re not.”

Their wings folded, concealing most of their face, minus for a singular bright yellow eye. “As the one true saviour of this world, I’ll have to get rid of you.”

• BLUE •

“Are you guys doing anything fun this weekend?”

“I’m going to the beach.” Felix replied.

Bliss and Akali had two very different reactions:

“OOOOOH!” Bliss exclaimed excitedly.

“Oh.” Akali said in his usual unimpressed monotone.

“Yeah, Reagan wants family bonding time or something.”

“That sounds fun!” Bliss said, turning to Felix with a curious look. “What are you going to wear?”

“He’s gonna wear a whole ass swan costume.” Akali replied with a smirk.

“Shut up Akali.” Felix elbowed Akali, rolling his eyes at the remark. “Like you can talk.”

Akali shrugged. “I’m not the one who got jumped in a peacock outfit.”

“You should take a look in the mirror, Akali.” Felix retorted, eying him up and down. “You have blue hair. You’re emo. You dress like some hipster. You wear a mask and gloves at all times because of ‘germs’. The only thing you wear is black. What year is this? You cannot make fun of my superior style when you’re still dressing like that.”

“Who’s gonna back up that argument? Your one friend?”

“I have more than one friend.” Felix huffed.

“Reagan doesn’t count.” Akali said, to which Bliss laughed very loudly.

• GREEN •

Einar draped a warm, fuzzy blanket over Winola’s shoulders. She was surprised to find how unbelievably soft and cozy it was, not scratchy or itchy like she might’ve expected. “I made tea.” He said, placing a steaming cup in front of her. “I wasn’t sure which one you’d like so I just chose green. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her a soft smile. “No worries, I don’t mind.”

• PINK •

And finally: Present time.

Felix surveyed his pile for a second, before plucking up the most eye-catching of the bunch, a sparkly pink bag that glittered under the light: Bliss’ bag. He opened it up, revealing a clear, purple-tinted coat, holographic sweatpants, and a funky bowl - perfect for his collection. “Thanks Bliss!” He grinned and gave her a hug.

“Of course!”

Felix moved onto Akali’s next. It was a weird-looking tank top and a bunch of Roblox gift cards. “Thanks!” Felix didn’t hug Akali this time, which Akali was immensely grateful for. Now, January’s present.

Inside the tiny box that couldn’t have been larger than Felix’s hand was…..

Five thousand dollars.

• PURPLE •

An older lady made her way to the front, a bright smile on her face as she extended her hand towards them. “It’s so nice to meet you all! It’s an honour you could join us today.”

She had peachy skin, short honey-blonde hair that curled at the bottom, adorned by many gray strands littered throughout, and kind, hazel eyes. She was dressed just as professionally as the others, with a lilac purple blazer and a pretty pearl necklace resting at the base of her neck. “Here, let me see…” She pointed to each of the guests, naming each of them - correctly, at that - one by one before flashing them a wide grin.

[trainer-sean]

Indigo Park: compiled Theory info.

Firstly: certain info has been presented by UniqueGeese, the main developer of the game regarding pre-existing content. Such as Animatronic Mollie's glitching babble being nothing but gibberish, not an actual statement. Also, Rambley will not be a plot twist villain or villainous in anyway.

A number of parts in this are basically the same information over and over, and I'm not in the mood to editing, sorry.

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Mollie is also in a cage in Rambley rush, somehow. Maybe it symbolizes that the Ai are locked up somewhere, and Salem has corrupted the Bio-mascots(as I've been calling the monsters). Considering the implied Abuse they must have gone through from the Park Staff(willing to bet they didn't even get proper Animal caretakers). Also the possible Supernatural forces in this setting, considering a Rambleberry somehow popped out of Rambley rush.

Maybe Salem can possess her Bio-Salem counterpart, or she herself(im gonna assume Salem is female, just gives off the Female punk vibe for me) has leapt from Cyberspace, into Reality(like the Rambleberry, but this could even be more dangerous then we think, considering what can be designed in Cyberspace, I'm sure some of us have watched Digimon enough to know what kind of damage a Digital entity can do in the physical world). Maybe even Fused herself with her Bio-counterpart for all we know. The potion in Rambley Rush probably symbolizes her influence in how she got the Bio-mascots to go wild, which lead to Indigo Park being shut down. And considering Bird Up(the Indigo Park brand soda) is still out, its a Corporation similar to Disney(even if that wasn't obvious before), where they have multiple assets and money, that they could cover up what shutdown the park.

In a Previous shot, from a Trailer, it shows the game takes place in 2023/2024(can't remember which one, sorry) so can't really be the future.

There's also the concern on how the Bio-Mascots are sustaining themselves. They've been trapped in the park for 8 years, alone, sure something small like Bio-Mollie COULD sustain itself on rats if need be, but I doubt the rest of them as big as they are can't sustain themselves the way things are. Maybe they don't NEED to eat, but have the instinctual need or desire to, considering Bio-Lloyd dragged Bio-Mollie's dead body back to his den to eat her. Possibly another supernatural thing to do with the park.

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WAIT! I have a theory that all the Park ai are locked up somewhere and Salem has influenced the Bio-Mascots somehow, probably coaxing them into fighting their abusers(the Park staff). THE MOLLIE ANIMATRONIC ITS WRAPPED IN RUBAR, BARS, MOLLIE'S AI IS TRAPPED IN THE ANIMATRONIC THAT IS CHAINED UP!!! IN SALEM'S SECTION OF THE RAMBLEY RAILROAD!

May leading theory is that Salem can possibly either exit and enter cyberspace freely(i believe this due to the Rambley rush game, popping out a Rambleberry, something even Ed(the games protag) is in Disbelief about)) or is somehow possessing her Bio-Mascot Counterpark. Considering her Section of the ride is utterly destroyed, who knows.

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The mascot suits were put in storage though, Rambley's was actually so new that they didn't give it an ID number when the Bio-Mascots were brought in. Rambley serves as a Guide and Primary Ai for most park functions, its makes sense his Ai is split in between multiple Systems and drives(kinda like a Single Consciousness Hivemind, a Hivemind made up of a single person).-(this statement is based on the fact Ramblet talks about Defragmentation)-

Plus there's a Possible plot element, the Rambleberry from Rambley Rush, a item from Cyberspace popped out of the Cabinets screen. Who knows if its limited to items.

The Game possibly symbolizes some plot elements as well, A Second Mollie in a Cage, that causes things to glitch out. A Animatronic Mollie in Salem's Section of Rambley's Railroad thats Tied up in Rubar that Glitches out when you approach her. And a Feral and Malicious copy of her, a 'real' Mollie. Who attacks due to Salem Influence.

Its easy to call a Robot/Ai the fake while the living breathing one is the real deal, kinda like its viewed in Rambley Rush that the Mollie whos not in the cage is Assumed to be the Real Mollie, while the one in the cage remains silent and who can't even approach without a Glitch happening that keeps you from talking to her. Sound familiar? And event wise, you should find the Caged Mollie before encountering the 'real' Mollie.

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i actually have some speculation related to the Rambley Rush Arcade Cabinet and its connection to the events in-game. Both on how its portraying events in game, and something.... supernatural, that could occur.

Firstly, two mollies in the RR. One in a cage, and one portrayed as Real being corrupted by Salem. Thing is, we see a Mollie 'caged' in Salems Destroyed section of Rambley Railroad, an Animatronic that Glitches out as she tries to talk to you as you walk up to it, an Animatronic buried under Rubble and Wrapped in Rubar, very artificially done. And in RR? When you approach the Caged Mollie, the game glitches out, forcing you to restart.

And a fact of the matter is, its easy to assign the role of the Real-deal to the living breathing creature then to the Ai.

We've got a Reverse of Metal Sonic/mecha Godzilla here, and Organic creature created and designed in the shape of a Machine/Ai.

We see the 'real' Mollie as a Uncontrolled and Feral monster trying to kill us. Possibly from Salem's doing. The Bio-Mascots were abused by park staff, Salem probably was able to give them a push in the direction where they fought back, which wouldn't be hard, the Bio-Mascots aren't human level intelligent, they're modified animals.

Ai Mollie is Caged in the animatronic in Salem's Section of RRR(Rambley Railroad) and glitches out when you approach, keeping her from talking. But she has a conflicting message, of course. "Rambley hurts Lloyd" essentially, which could mean a number of things really. Could very well mean his feelings for all we know, could be a fake memory. Also, Salem doesn't seem to like Friendship and stuff like that, but the Character design described her in a Twitter post based on her and all the other Characters inspiration, two of which being Mackey Mouses main Baddies, Pete and that one rat guy. And Miss Kitty from Reivel goes west, primarily her secret softer side. From what I can tell, the characters have pre-programmed traits that can be altered from learning, Rambley Dislikes Lloyd, but he actual finds a Small reason to, the throwback Plushie. Salem may dislike Friendship but she still has a Softspot that wants it, she doesn't know how to express it. Maybe she thinks humans, their creators are bad, and its easy to find why in her point of view, they pre-programmed their personalitys, and made them self aware and sentient(no choice in who they get to be). They create creatures to look like them and then abuse them. Maybe she sees it all as a way to bekind to them, to be friends without all the fluff.

Now the Rambleberry... a item popped out of CYBERSPACE! Rambley even asks the player not to eat it, cause maybe he'll be able to one day. Is this, REALization limited to the items in a video game, or could the Ai Pop out too?

Added note: I saw Video for 'things you missed' and when they got to Rambley Rush, they zoomed out, and you could see stuff outside of the usual games view, and in a hidden box bellow the map, was a Two Corrupt Mollie's(the purple version from Salem's potions) and a Trophy. I dont know if this is just something they put in as a weird Easter egg. Or it could be implying, two more Bio-Mollies, and the Trophy could symbolize the end of the game. In the recent update, it adds Codes and hidden files you can access when you figure out the codes, one shows a Lab with an Egg, and another code, saying something about Subject 2 or something like that. Maybe the lab that made the Bio-Mascots are under the park, and the end of the game leads you there, where ya face them and ultimately beat the game? And maybe Salem is being used as a Placeholder to the scientists that made the Bio-Mascots? She/they make Potions and inventions and stuff, so she'd make a perfect placeholder. And all the squirrels in the game are placeholders for experiments before they started making the Bio-Mascots.

[elfboyeros]

Bits of Patience

⚠️Hey it's basically smut, this your warning⚠️ Bridgehid Goodness Please enjoy

She was put on this Earth to kill him!

“It’s about time a class is labeled with a pink gemstone, I finally get to see you all in pink—" Calvin stopped talking when he exited the bathroom seeing Indigo at her vanity mirror in the most simple pink gown yet the open back, and leg slit on the dress that hugged her body in all the right ways made him stop died in his tracks.

She’s gonna kill him!

Calvin had to do everything in his power not to devour her on-site, and oh boy is it hard! Watching her socialize during this birthday party for a retiring colleague, eyes fixated on her body as he continued to drink to calm himself.

What was it about this dress? Why is his body acting as if he hadn’t laid with her for years? It’s like they haven’t had three children! Like it’s one of the first times they met, and he’s never touched her before and he’s craving to do so!

It must be that stupid dress! That stupid, cotton candy-colored satin gown that hugs her body too well and shows off her legs through that slit and gives a nice few of her back. Oh, why does such a simple dress make her look so unbelievably desirable?

He wants to rip it off her!

“Calvin, darling?” Indigo asked, noticing he was staring off into space, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, angel eyes, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” she replied sweetly, placing the back of her hand on his forehead.

He let out a soft chuckle, “I’m fine,” he said taking her hand off her forehead and rubbing her knuckles with his thumb, “I’m not one of the kids. I’ll tell you if I’m not feeling good.”

“Would you really?”

“Of course,” he chuckled.

She drew her hand away, standing beside him watching everyone around them enjoy themselves. He’s been acting off ever since they left the house, it’s honestly starting to get on her nerves, he would have danced with her by now at least, which in all fairness isn’t really an issue. But he would have also kissed her at least twice by now!

Indigo hoped that the whole hand on the forehead would have earned her a kiss on her knuckles, but no, Calvin had stood there beside her, being weird. What is the point of wearing his favorite color if he isn’t going to do anything?

“You can kiss me you know,” she remarked.

He doesn’t miss a beat, “If I did, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

“Oh?”

Calvin hummed staring at the bottom of his glass, “So you do like the dress,” she said with a smirk.

“You sound surprised,” he hummed.

“You didn’t really say anything—"

“You are in my favorite color! How could I not be speechless?”

Indigo let out a short chuckle, “And here I thought I—”

“Don’t,” Calvin sighed, looking at her with his head resting against his shoulder, “don’t finish that sentence because you and I both know that’s not true. I could even show you when we get home.”

She smiled, “So, when are we leaving?” she asked with a smirk.

“Whenever you want, angel.”

“Mhm…give me a few minutes.”

“Define a few,” Calvin remarked sweetly, “Is that 10-20 minutes, 50.”

“Five,” Indigo scoffed with a laugh, “Give me five more minutes, and we can be on our way.”

“Five minutes,” Calvin sighed, “If we aren’t leaving in five minutes, I’m going to go home alone.”

“It will only be five minutes, I promise,” she replied, beginning to walk away, “you can even put me with a timer.”

“I just might,” Calvin remarked with a smile, walking her to socialize with a group of individuals.

They were out in under five. Walking home under the cloudy sky, Indigo took off her heels when they hit the dirt road leading to their home as it started drizzling.

“The rain feels nice,” Indigo sighed as they reached their front yard.

Calvin walked her twirl and spin as the rain grew heavier before dropping her shoes in between the blades of grass, joining her.

“I love you,” she giggled as he scooped her up in his arms and she held his face smiling and laughing as the raindrops fell from the sky and onto their skin, while they kissed.

Indigo had only intended to share a small kiss, so they could then go inside and get out of the rain, however Calvin, of course, had other plans! When he said he wouldn’t be able to control himself, he only spoke in truth. Grabbing the fabric of her dress with one of his large hands and the other playing with her with the hair at the base of her skull. Kissing her so forcefully and passionately before stumbling with her to the front door taking what feels like forever to get inside the damn house.

Indigo gasped as he sat her flat on her feet while kissing her neck roughly, “I want it off!” Calvin growled pulling at her skirt and ripping the fabric of her dress with his bare hands.

“CALVIN!” she yelped before he picked her up and carried her up the stairs.

Kicking off his shoes and allowing her to pull at his clothes as he continued to rip apart her dress the sound of the seams splitting filling the quiet room, in between heated kisses and tossing away wet garments.

Calvin pulled her toward their bed, falling back onto the mattress as she got on top of him straddling his hips, “You are a goddess~” he all but gasped, “and I but a mere mortal.”

“A wonderful mortal,” Indigo cooed, “a beautiful, wonderful, and brilliant mortal.”

Calvin chuckled sitting up, pulling her as close as he could possibly get her, water droplets still falling from her short strands of hair, “You speak of brilliance and beauty as if you are not the most gorgeous woman on the planet,” he cooed back in the shell of her ear, “Who is more brilliant than the smartest man.”

“Calvin~”

He chuckled once again before making her shriek out a moan as he placed her fully on his cock, burying his face in her neck, frozen in place, fleshed against her with his hands running up and down her back, “Goddess, you feel so good!”

“Please,” Indigo moaned, “please Calvin.”

His moments were slow, every thrust feeling long and drawn as if time itself stopped when Calvin didn’t move. Moans, groans, sighs, and gasps bounced off their cream walls under the cover of darkness, while Calvin and Indigo continued to pepper each other skin with kisses and burses.

“Goddess,” Indigo gasped as his face laid against her breast, “I love you~”

“I love you too,” he snickered, seeing the hazy, in-love look on her face before pulling out of her.

Silence befell them both as they held one another, Indigo drew random shapes on his chest, whilst Calvin rubbed his knuckles up and down her spine, “We should really jump in the shower,” he remarked softly, before carting his fingers through her still-wet hair.

Indigo groaned, kissing up the column of his neck, “In a minute.”

“How long is this minute?”

“However long I want it to be,” she answered peppering his cheek in kisses.

“Mhm, you have me wrapped around your finger, you know that right?”

“I think my three wedding rings are proof that it is not as one-sided as you think,” Indigo playfully retorted, “plus the fabric at the foot of our bed.”

Calvin snorted, “I’m sorry.”

“No, you aren’t,” She giggled, slapping his chest, “you tore that dress as if it were paper.”

He kissed her forehead chuckling, “I couldn’t help it, I simply lost my patience.”

[indigoideas]

For @femslash-friday-prompts 24 March 2023. Maizula, short and angsty >:)

Sharp

Mai is sharp. From her knives to her wit to her eyes, everything about her aims to cut to the bone. Even her nails are filed to points. She doesn't want to be held close, stifled and controlled, so she makes it painful to do so.

But when it's just her and Azula, she lets the soft parts of her show. Her open hands, the gentle curve of her smile. She takes Azula's hand, pulls her in, and holds her close. Azula is sharp, too, but Mai wraps her in softness and shows the rest of the world the sharp. Lets them cut themselves to pieces if they try to get too close.

Azula can be soft with Mai, too. She's one of the few people in the world who is allowed to see Azula with her hair down, not the princess, just the girl, imperfect.

Mai is the only one to see that, to see the worst, most vulnerable parts of Azula and hold her closer instead of walking away. Even Ty Lee left on her own, but Mai had to be ordered away from Azula's side, and even then would not stop writing letters.

Which is why it hurts so much when she says it was all out of fear, stabbing Azula more deeply than she ever thought she could. Than she ever thought she would.

Alone, on her way away from the Boiling Rock and her two best, and only, friends (away from her, Azula's life, her heart), Azula does not cry. The distance stretches, further and further between them.

Azula cannot hear her heartbeat.