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[ninjas-and-coffee]

i draw my ocs about once a year and its November so...

Fayelynn was raised a monk and a scribe witnessing Ninjago history and transcribing it to scrolls in the mountains. She was present to witness the second battle of the Overlord, this event triggered her element which tore her from her work as scribes aren't meant have elements or the ability to influence history. She was eventually sent to the ninja to train to control her ability to summon portals. Her main teacher is Jay while her power is controlled/helped almost solely by Lloyd as they both wield different aspects of energy. Faye is my introduction character to my religious system of lore for ninjago. Almost solely started by wondering why if the fsm created Ninjago is his family not royalty? And how the people on the ground view the ninja over the years. Surely there have been other ninja in the past or a protector of sorts. How many people were aware of the prophecy and how it affected scholars and conspiracy theorists alike while being kept a close-ish guarded secret between the FSM family

Irzu follows/mirrors Zane. His family of crystal users more or less hacked into immortality by using their crystals to slow/stop age progression. After an attack on their clan, Irzu was left wandering the southern Ninjago islands with no memory until Zane found him and asked if he had a home. Zane helps him cope with the fact he may never remember his past while Wu knows damn well his family was assassinated for "defying god" 100 years ago. His source crystal keeps him alive, it is very susceptible to corruption so he has to find peace and meditate a lot to keep his energy pure.

Qi is part of the elemental family of light. Light unlike most elements can have multiple users. Different aspects of light are manipulated by different people. The Pale Man uses reflection to appear invisible. Qi refracts light creating blinding rainbowlike glares. Their grandfather (em during the serpentine war) projected light from himself essentially creating flashbangs. The Wei family uses their gifts to maintain the Temple of the Sun and the village beneath it They can also divine prophecies from the Great Light. The Pale man deflected from his family to be himself and Qi is sent out to go get his cousin. On the journey he touches the Great Light, has a vision, and runs to Master Wu and the ninja to tell them. He helps the ninja with a task and Nya and Cole offer him a room. He doesn't need a teacher but they just want him to loosen up and take a break. They help him get his shit together with his sense of self, a hobby, and a cat.

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[troius]

Brocken spectre, also called anticorona, glory, Brocken bow, or mountain spectre,  the apparently enormously magnified shadow that an observer casts, when the Sun is low, upon the upper surfaces of clouds that are below the mountain upon which the observer stands. The apparent magnification of size of the shadow is an optical illusion that occurs when the shadow on relatively nearby clouds is judged by the observer to be at the same distance as faraway land objects seen through gaps in the clouds. The phenomenon is often observed on mountain peaks but is recorded in literature with special reference to the Brocken, a peak in the Harz Mountains in Germany where the Brocken spectre sometimes produces spectacular effects. The observer’s shadow is often surrounded by coloured bands or rings that are the result of the diffraction of sunlight by water droplets in the cloud. The phenomenon of rainbowlike bands around a shadow on a cloud is also commonly observed from airplanes flying in sunlight above a cloud layer.

[jessikaoidh]

4 Awesome Crystal Gems To Get For Your Compilation In Singapore

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[mooneyedandglowing]

Pouring light

[soaringsearingphoenix]

Last night i had a dream i was standing at the end of a rainbow. Like, the rainbow was just in front of me, flat, and i could walk a few feet from side to side to look at the front and back of it. There was another rainbow off in the distance, at an angle, and it occurred to me that that shouldn't be possible, though for some reason the angle at which i was looking at the one right next to me wasn't a problem. I also thought about the old saying that there's gold at the end of a rainbow, and though i could clearly see that it was just a rainbow and ended in the dirt i felt almost compelled to dig and see what i found because i had nothing better to do.

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[shittybundaskenyer]

✹ ▬   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

rating: Explicit

pairing: Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

summary: You want some love and Arthur gives it to you selflessly.

warnings: high honor Arthur, reader thinks she doesn’t deserve love, touch-starved, smut, porn with feelings, fingering, gentle sex, love confessions, angst and hurt/comfort, daily overdose of metaphors, can Arthur please hug me?? I really need it

word count: 2355  

a/n: i wrote this in a few hours bc i couldn’t sleep and wanted to feel loved. pretty much all of this is self indulgent rambling about love, spiced with some lovemaking, but i hope you like it guys! <3

MASTERLIST   |   ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

The sunlight lays down on the gently rolling waves, water and thousands of tiny, glittering stars, sun-mirrors, father and mother of all life, silent lovers meeting halfway. Their union paint streaks of white light onto the bottom, over round stones scraped smooth, over rainbowlike fish scales and hidden imprints of a forest long since dead, mummified in slate and rock. 

That's how he meets you. 

With the force and gentleness of the sun.

It feels too close. The heart of a star's birth, flames swirling into ribbons of heat, his heart the epicenter, rumbling, crumbling, and you get scorched, slowly, like how rot burns a fallen tree into rich earth. Bugs and fungi and critters latch onto the bones of your ribs, prying them away, open, until there's a hole wide enough for the sunlight to get in. Love, love, love. A word both too weak and too strong to capture what you mean. It catches on the tip of your tongue like a fallen droplet of sweat. Salty-sweet. 

Arthur kisses you, and fuck…

The light gets in.

His lips, your lips, a song, a ballad, a poem, a killing, a fight, an embrace. 

Get in. Let the light get in. Inside. Put it inside me, your light, put in everything, I want to feel whole, just a little, just what you can spare.

"Shh," he whispers, and you don't realize, not until the soothing gentleness of his voice, that you said it all out loud. Quiet, barely audible babbles. A confession. A lie. The barest truth that is so raw it still bleeds fresh crimson. "I gotchu sweetheart."

Dread fills you for a second, the realization of what you've done. No, no, no, no! Not like this, you didn't want to say it like this, how could you? You ruined it all, the naked vulnerability of the moment, the thin veil of peace that descended upon the pair of you when Arthur pulled you into his arms and then pressed you into a patch of soft, yellowed grass. 

I ruined it, goddamn ruined it.

But Arthur doesn't back away. Instead, he presses a finger to your chin and smooths out the crease that is forming there, a foreword of tears. He kisses you instead, again, softly, choking your tears off and making you hiccup into his eager mouth. He swallows it eagerly, your sounds of desperation and disbelief, and after a few tortured seconds, your shaky sigh of relief. 

"What do you want?" he whisper-kisses, barely parting from you, hands coming around your head, caging you in. A cage made from arches of bone and flesh and sun-worn skin, overarching the frozen heap that is your body. Between cracks of striped blue cotton fabric and horse-smelling leather, the light glints in. 

Christ, you don't know. 

You never know how to answer a question like this. It's simple. It's the most difficult of all. 

You want just this, just like how he wants it, it doesn't really matter, because you're finally not alone and he's warm and after days of cold rain the sun peeked through the clouds and the snow-capped mountains. You want everything. You want to tell him to leave and never come back. You want him to go and be happy. You want… you hope maybe he can be here, with you.

Arthur waits, and the tears prickle your eyelids, bubbling, bitter globs of liquid sorrow, getting weaved into your eyelashes like autumn dew over blades of yellowed grass. 

He coaxes the answer out of you. 

A thumb on your cheek and kisses. Many, gentle presses that draw a path down the side of your nose, the corner of your mouth, your brows. He traces them again and again, like how wild animals walk the same path to a river day after day. He waits, because he wants to, because he chose to, because maybe you're worth the time he sacrifices for being with you. 

You ain't—

Shit, this is harder than anything you've ever done. 

Admitting a want is like admitting a sin. The altar is the meadow around, below, the beating flesh of the earth, and the priest is the sun, listening, always listening. 

You confess. 

Broken, half-sobbed syllables. 

Somewhere, between words of pain and fear and the curse of being alone, always alone, his name. 

Soft. 

Kind. 

Some angel disguised between a horde of devils. 

"Whatchu really want, honey?" he tries again, because you're avoiding the question. 'Course you do. That's the only thing you've learnt like an instinct, like breathing or eating, because you had to. Because it was always convenient. 

I want—

I want—

You. Us. Something more than me. 

"Whatever you can give me," you press out between trembling lips and too-close teeth. 

That's enough. That's fucking everything he wanted to hear. 

Arthur gazes down at you, blue-green eyes swirling wild, a summer storm that somehow swam over to the cold days of October, lightning and thunder and showering rain. The sun has seen enough. Sins and confessions and love. She dips behind a puff of white clouds, and that's the exact moment Arthur leans to you and takes your lips like how he always wanted.

Because he did. 

And he does. 

So much it burns.

There's a bare second you think you'll cry, but the warmth blooming somewhere in a deep hidden part of you makes the tears evaporate. Your own personal sun, a star being born, the force of its explosion making the bones in your chest rattle and ache. You shudder against him and he grabs you, kneads your flesh, makes it warm—no, hot, in their wake, makes it tingle and buzz like a swarm of bees under tired skin. 

His tongue swipes your lip, his lashes tickle your cheek, and then another wall crumbles and falls, weaved in by flowering vines—choked by them. You let him in. The door of your heart, the poorly patched-in hole in your defenses, the seam of your mouth. He invades, like a force, like a storm, like a thousand horsemen tasked with a siege. 

He invades, and he's welcome here.

You let him lick into your mouth, let him map out the shape of you, let him kiss you until there's no breath left in your lungs and no space between your chest and his. You feel his heart against your breast, beating wild, bucking like a mustang caught on a rope, and your own flickers alive, a fire stroked back to a flow of summer-colored flames. 

"How much ya want?" he mumbles between two kisses, a softer and a passionate one, the kind that ignites the torch of unholy needs of the flesh. 

How much of what?

"I don't know," you pull away, shy, shy of this cursed want inside you, but the fire is already roaring, and there's no river that can stop its towering flames. A spark can jump over. 

"Will ya take everythin' if I offer?" he noses along the side of your face, presses a kiss where your ear meets your jaw. 

Your bodies aligned, like constellations, have power in them. 

Power that can be released, that can be reigned. Like horses. Born wild and free, only tamed proper by those who are worthy. 

Arthur offers you that. 

And you feel the urge to cry again.

"What if I want to? Does that make me greedy?"

Arthur almost chuckles. You feel his smile pressed to the crook of your neck.

"I have many sins, darlin'... This ain't one of them."

And he's back, because he can, because he really wants to, and you kiss and kiss until he wedges himself between your legs, just to feel even closer, just to show you . 

There's a simmering fire there, embers he blows whiskey on as he settles, and Christ , he's hard, and he knows, because he grinds it to you, he makes it catch aflame proper, makes the crushed seed of love bloom into a flower. 

You grow wet between the thighs, and he knows that too, because you feel his smile against you, the insistent firmness of his hands grabbing parts of your flesh, the fat on your hips, even through your riding coat and thick jeans. 

"Can I touch ya?" he asks, peppers gentle presses of his lips above the collar of your shirt. 

You're already doin' that. 

Why ask anyway when I'm yours?

"You can do anythin'," you whisper back, finally brave enough to slide your hand up to his nape, brave enough to slip your fingers into his hair. "I'd let you do anythin'."

"Don't say that or I'll—," he bites back the rest, but you feel his meaning when one of his hands goes down to your belly, to the seam of your pants to dip in. 

Wait, this is—

You never thought you could—

"Or you what?" you prompt him to finish, distracting you from the way he carefully makes space for his fingers in your jeans, almost carving it out for them, until he can slip trigger-calloused fingers into coarse hair on your mound. 

There's a noise. 

A squeak. A whisper-shout. 

A sigh of surprised relief. 

"Or I can't hold myself back," he murmurs and he fingers the spot where your folds part, just above your clit. 

"Then don't."

You know what you want, and this is already so much more. 

Arthur's eyes jump back to you, but there's no mirth of a joke in your gaze. You're dead serious.

He kisses you for it, hard and needy and passionate and you finally learn to reciprocate, to take what he offers. 

Arthur tears at your pants, pulls on the buttons, makes you wiggle them down enough so his hand can fit. It's so broad, so warm, but your thighs are warmer, and softer, and he touches them with the greed of a young thief that wants to steal the moon off the night sky. 

"Please, please, please…" you babble, and he obeys, parts the seam of your cunt that glistens surprisingly wet after such a short time. "Touch me, stuff me, I don't care," but you don't have to plead for more. 

I don't want to feel this empty.

"I gotchu, darlin'."

He pushes two fingers in, and you cry and sigh and keep whispering his name like a chant. He slides them deep enough to stretch good, to make his palm grind against your clit, and he moves them, slow, hard, and then faster when you start to sing like an early songbird, cunt squeezing and squelching and sucking him back greedily every time.

"You're so pretty," he says to you, leaning in again to steal a kiss, to make you believe he's sincere with his words. "So goddamn clever," another kiss, a lot softer. "So goddamn perfect for me."

You feel like the red string of fate is wrapped around your throat like a cord, choking you, barely reborn from the womb of the earth after sinking too deep. But Arthur… Dear, gentle Arthur pries it away. Makes the bruises fade, the red string still tight on his own neck.

He moves his fingers and you don't have time to think. His palm grinds over your mound, clever circles, and your want tickles over the crease in it, clear and white, and his fingers are thick with it too, sliding back and forth, apart and together, making way for something more. 

"Want you inside me," you tell him, leaning close to his ear, and he nods, makes it a mission to have you, even though he first wanted to draw this whole thing out. There's no time. Not enough before your walls try to build themselves back together. 

"How?" 

"Don't care," you pull on him, on the soft hairs on his nape and he kisses you in return, a reassurance. You reach for him, tug on the buckle of his belt, the front of his pants. He muffles a groan into the side of your neck, marks the place of it with a gentle peck. 

You both move.

There's no grace in the movements you two make—you turn to your side, legs still trapped from mid-thigh down by your jeans, but it's enough for Arthur to tease the head of his cock between your folds, the angle making it hard to push in at first, his clothed chest heaving against your spine, his breath puffed into your shoulder.

But when he finally fits—

When he finally embraces you from behind… 

There's no chance of this being a one time thing. It's love. Love, love, love, love. Thick, slow, glorious, just like the way he takes you, just like how he picks away the pieces of you until there's nothing left but the naked buzzing rainbow-edges of a soul. 

Your naked soul. 

And his, slowly wrapping itself around.

You make love out under the sun and the clouds and the azure sky. They're witnesses at the trial of your heart, feather light now, the truth spoken by hands and lips and the cradle of hips. 

You love him, so goddamn much. 

You try to say it with the embrace—with your hand grasping his over your belly, with your leg weaved between his own, with your cunt swallowing him deep and making him stay: a church, a mansion, a home. You can be that. For him, you can.

You let the light in. 

He shines, and you gather all of it, hoard it, deep down in your chest where blood and flesh beats wildly. 

And when he shudders against you, his cock pulled out and pressed between your thighs, thick and spurting warm over the small patch of naked skin—he comes back, with his hand and his mouth, praising you and fingering you until your climax makes your leg cramp up and your tears to spill.

The sun judges you and finds you innocent. The sky, the clouds too. Your soul dances above somewhere, over the autumn meadow of browned wildflowers and yellowing grass, intertwining with his, as one soft phrase rolls off his lips, "you're my own missing light, sweetheart."

[jeontaehui]

back to december  

summary as he plays as her fake boyfriend for a cover video, mark realizes he loves taehee just as much as she loves taylor swift and her music. scratch that, he is definitely in love with her more than she is with swift and her music.

featuring mark

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I. DECEMBER 5, 2020 IN AN AIRBNB IN SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA 

iridescent, an object displaying a lustrous rainbowlike display of color caused by the differential refraction of light waves that tends to change with movement.

“iridescent” is what mark thought once he stepped foot into the room, various hues of blue, pink, and purple shone all throughout as a disco ball dangled on the ceiling, though he couldn’t exactly pinpoint the word.

he sets his coat down on the couch behind the array of cameras before him, many of the staff working to create this whole new masterpiece. “it’s just a cover,” he imagined taehee saying if she had heard his thoughts, “it’s not even my song.” it troubles him how his heart fluttered at the thought of his best friend getting shy before him, running her hand through her hair as her dimples peek out of the corners of her sheepish smile. but mark does think this set-up is a work of art, even if it’s just a cover. he hears her before he sees her, and the girl currently invading his thoughts pops into his view ��� literally.

“BOO!” mark jerked in surprise and brought a hand up to his chest to calm his frantic heart down, the image of his soul leaving his body at the sudden attack rings laughter out of taehee. “do you like the set that much or did you just really space out?” she teased him. mark shakes his head, “no, it’s just...”

he exhales, allowing his eyes to settle onto taehee, the taunting smirk that plays on her lips and the lose strands on the sides of her face from her ponytail brings an unexplainable rush to his chest. “the set is pretty, yeah,” he settled for this instead, taehee nodding at his answer and facing forward to study the room herself. “you just got here?” he followed right after, and taehee peels her gaze from the sight in front of her to look at mark. “oh, no. we filmed a few runs already. i have make-up on,” she points to her face, though mark doesn’t see much done except the mascara and eyeliner that decorated her eyes. “see?”

mark doesn’t realize he’s inched himself closer to taehee, his face just a breath away from hers. “hey,” she nudges his shoulder softly and the boy quickly pulls away (if he’s flustered at how close their distance was, he doesn’t show it). “you don’t see it, do you?” taehee squints her eyes at him, though there was still that mischievous tone mark was very familiar with. he shrugs, “could’ve been the lights.”

the staff had turn on those disco lights minutes before they got here, but mark took note of how these rays accentuate taehee’s features very prettily. mark doesn’t know himself what he’s referring to when the word ‘pretty’ stumbles out of his mouth soon after.

taehee clicks her tongue and turns to him excitedly, causing mark to raise his brows at her cuteness and his lips turn into a smile, “let’s go!”

“naturally?”

“yeah,” taehee glances at him sideways, “like we always are.”

“are” and not “do” is what mark ponders on. she referred to the state rather than the displays of affection they’d be acting out later as the shoot progresses. this state was that they were always comfortable with each other, not being shy to give each other a hug or two whether or not they were in front of the cameras. this — feeding each other pizza, taking polaroids of each other, cuddling — they did it all as friends, but now they’re doing it under the impression that they are a couple (well, ‘were’ would be a better term since he’s technically playing the boyfriend prior to the breakup, but that was just a minor detail). god, why is he suddenly feeling so nervous?

his thoughts were cut short when taehee slumped into his shoulder, and she fits perfectly in the crook of his neck. “all the excitement is wearing off,” she mutters, “i’m starting to feel tired.” 

mark doesn’t blame her. with their past and upcoming schedules after the release of ‘90′s love’ and the countless of times he had caught taehee going to bed an hour or two before their early morning commitments, it would surely drain her to the core. he’s even surprised she’s still awake at this point.

“oh, i forgot,” taehee adjusted herself closer to him, her now tucked knees resting on top of his stomach; out of reflex, mark wraps his arm around her, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was trying to sleep on him (well, that may a part of the reason why taehee’s suddenly so snuggled up to him). “mama is tomorrow. sorry, you should be resting,” mark makes a sound at this, the younger sensing the confusion laced in his tone. “dude,” taehee pulls away to look him in the eye and mark finds himself missing the feeling of her close to him, “i just said it’s mama. tomorrow.” 

mark’s mouth forms into an ‘o’ as he registered her words, but his expression immediately switches into a nonchalant one. “i wanted to be here,” he tells her, and taehee raises a brow as if saying, ‘are you sure?’. he nods, “promise. i told you i’d help you.” 

taehee shrugs, it’s not like she didn’t want her best friend to be here too. although guilt creeps up her stomach, she’d feel worse if mark came all the way here for no reason at all. “fine,” she bites the inside of her cheek as mark eyes her with an amused smile, “but don’t blame me if you’re out of energy tomorrow.” 

the director comes to give them guidelines for the shoot, not before mark ruffles taehee’s hair at her warning and earns a light push to his knee as if annoyed. mark knows that’s not the case though. 

II. SCENE ONE, TAKE THREE. CAMERA, ROLL.

mark leans forward as he takes the polaroid camera sitting on the coffee table in his hands, taehee’s knees tucked close to her as she sat on the opposite end of the grey couch.

he doesn’t even need to tell her to smile, she already is. they both are. he clicks the button, and a flash lights the room.

the film comes out shortly after and taehee shuffles nearer to take a look. mark takes the film in between his fingers and shakes it wildly, a rushed sound of disapproval escaping taehee’s lips. 

“STOP!” and it’s almost comical at how mark’s hand suddenly freezes mid-air as he looks at her with wide eyes. taehee’s melodic laugh reaches his ears, “don’t shake it!”

“why not?”

“then you’re just damaging the film!” taehee argues. “the chemicals and all. it’s gonna get ruined if you shake it like that.” mark laughs as disbelief washes over him, “but this is what we always do with it!”

“but you’re not supposed to!” she chuckles again, before reaching up to grab the polaroid from mark’s hold. “whatever, it’s done anyways,” taehee brushes it off with a smile, disheveling his hair with her left hand as she sat down just for the extra measure; mark remembers that there are cameras rolling. “you’re so cute,” she mumbles, both of them failing to notice the slight tint on mark’s cheeks once she said that.

though the film was not fully developed, there was enough to let the pair know that taehee wasn’t smiling when mark snapped the photo. taehee’s left eye dropped into a wink as she scrunched her nose, the both of them laughing at the result. “i attempted to look funny,” she explains, quite unsatisfied with the photo. “it’s cute though,” taehee turns her head at the unexpected compliment, a bit flustered to see that mark was already looking at her. the fact that she could really see the sincerity swimming in his eyes surprised her the most.  

mark interrupts taehee’s subtle staring by pulling her back to lean against his shoulder, raising his arms around her as he held the camera up to catch both of their faces. “that one’s mine if you don’t want it,” now taehee’s heart is in a frenzy, “so this one is for you.”

“cheese!” the shutter goes off. 

III. SCENE TWO, TAKE ONE. CAMERA, ROLL.

this may have been taehee’s favorite part of the shoot, even if it would only appear for a small fraction of the video. 

her mouth waters at the sight in front of her, and mark’s boisterous laughter cuts through the air at her wide-eyed expression as he shoves her gently. taehee continues to stare down the large pizza in front of them. “if this is what i get for trying to film covers,” she reaches for a slice and her eyes visibly light up with glee, “i’ll be making a whole album of them.” she glances sideways at her best friend before taking a bite, her exaggerated moan making mark laugh harder. “then i’ll have a repackaged one right after,” mark clutches his stomach as he started to wheeze, lurching forward as he repeatedly hits the free space beside him. 

when mark calms down, he lifts his head up to look at the staff behind the camera, momentarily forgetting cameras were filming them. he feels his cheeks start to grow pink when he catches a glimpse of the adoring looks in their eyes. 

mark tilts his head down and runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, moving his gaze to see taehee happily munching on her pizza. his lips quirk upwards at the assumption she may have forgotten they were filming too. 

“feed me,” mark tells taehee, and his mildly attractive confidence slows down the girl’s chewing. “get one,” she quips, ignoring how her heart races at the way he looks at her. 

taehee didn’t catch on to what mark was trying to do, too caught up on finding out what the weird feeling in her chest was, so he decides to explain. “isn’t this what couples do?” mark chuckles, and after remembering that they were filming, taehee smiles at him smugly. “you’re enjoying this,” she sang. he ignores her teasing with a subtle grin, “feed me,” and opens his mouth for a bite. 

taehee scoots closer to mark and the taste of pepperoni pizza meets his tongue, a sound of approval sounding out of him as he chews. she gets close to his face and whispers, “you’re enjoying this.”

“you smell like pepperoni.”

a laugh escapes out of her as she pulls away, “shut up.”

IV. SCENE THREE, TAKE TWO. CAMERA, ROLL.

taehee throws a handful of popcorn into her mouth as she allows herself to lean closer to mark, his arm holding her snug by the shoulder as they watch an episode from the sitcom, friends. a few minutes of monica and chandler talking back and forth pass and mark decides to lay his cheek on the side of taehee’s head, unknown grins starting to spread on the faces of those behind the camera. 

mark purses his lips, “what’s that... word for the umm...”

he spoke in a relaxed tone, before outwardly questioning himself if there really was a word to describe the array of colors he found pretty earlier when he entered the room. “i know it starts with an ‘i’. it’s like, the back of the cd, or like the disco ball.”

a confused hum comes from taehee, prompting mark to ask once again if there was a word for it. “no, wait,” she waves her hand around, shushing him. “iridescent? pretty sure it’s ‘iridescent’ if that’s what you mean.”

taehee feels mark nod before resuming to watch the show in front of them, aware again that they were filming. amazed at how she knew, how smoothly it rolled of her tongue, mark hums, “iridescent.” 

the pair burst into giggles when chandler asks why was ross monica’s brother in retaliation to her asking if his family was scottish. “why is your family ross?” mark wheezes. 

taehee hears him and smiles. she is once reminded of the fact that mark is a bubbly person, one who laughs hard at even the smallest of things. she liked that about him. though the two are close, taehee sometimes felt like they were two completely different people; mark’s high-spiritedness was not one of taehee’s characteristics. nonetheless, she rolls with it. “i like this,” she incoherently mumbles, mark barely catches it. “like, this episode?” he asks. 

“this, in general,” she replied, before shifting her head to the side to look him in the eye. “doing stuff like this. even if we’re roommates and all, we don’t get to hang out like this nowadays.”

mark should’ve cringed like he normally would. he should’ve pushed taehee away and they’d laugh together like they usually would, then they’d do another take. taehee doesn’t seem to mind by how physically close they are, yet it bothers mark a whole lot. he’s not quite sure though, not when he’s worrying about taehee knowing how quickly his heart was racing with the way she leans on him. maybe it was because best friends just don’t do all this platonically without—

“okay, cut!” the director says, and the once fervent look in taehee’s eyes quickly morphs into a smile. right, this is all just acting. “that’s a wrap for you, mark-ssi. taehee-ssi, let’s have one more run without the guitar and we’re finished for today.”

taehee goes to stand up and bows formally in front of mark, flustering him. “thank you for your hard work, mark-ssi.”

mark breaks into another laugh for the nth time that day and softly kicks her on the shin, expelling an overdramatic groan from his best friend. taehee falls on her butt, clutching her knee as she cried wolf, “why’d you kick me?”

used to all the members’ antics, mark shakes his head in faux disappointment as he gets on his feet and offers a hand to taehee. she immediately takes it, mirroring the bright beam on the latter’s features. “i’m gonna go do one more take,” she quirks her brows up playfully and mark holds himself from allowing his lovely grin to spread. “i’ll see you at the dorms,” she walks away to retrieve her guitar, not before pushing mark off the set and telling him to be safe on the way home. 

“good job, mark!” his manager claps him on the back, surprising him. mark didn’t know he was still smiling until he felt that he was, quickly covering it with a cough. “was that enough or was that over-the-top?” he asks unsurely, but his manager was quick to promise him of his performance. “actually, you were awesome,” mark’s shoulders drop down to relax, “even if they won’t show your face.”

mark laughs at this, “they weren’t going to show my face? oh my god.” 

“well, you never know if you get an acting gig sooner or later. am i right?” his manager chuckles. “must be because of your experience with the ‘as we wish’ drama.”

agreeing, mark gives his manager a small smile. he turns around and sees taehee playing with the mic, tapping it a couple times as she waits for the director’s cue. they meet eyes and taehee winks playfully at him, and one of the corners of mark’s lips raise into a smirk.

his eyes twinkle, “must be the drama.”

V. BUT IF WE LOVED AGAIN, I SWEAR I’D LOVE YOU RIGHT.

mark thinks back to the word, iridescent, as he watches those blue and purple fluorescent lights shine onto taehee, her dark brown orbs pulling him deeper and deeper as he chose to delve more into her world of colors. at this moment, he thinks that she’s the prettiest he’s ever seen. hell, he even thinks she’s glowing, a soft rainbow aura surrounding her. mark shakes the thoughts off his head. “it’s the lights,” he thinks instead. 

someone taps his shoulder and pulls his attention away from his best friend, mark didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he met eyes with his manager. “you ready to go?” he asks mark. the latter gives a soft shake of his head in response before smiling, “i’m gonna wait for her.”

“alright,” his manager leaves to tell taehee’s that mark would be riding with them, not before bidding him a safe trip home. mark puts his hands in the pocket of his hoodie as he turns back to the front. the director soon yells, “CUT!”

taehee bows to the staff in thanks for their hard work and walks off set. an amused smile grows on mark’s face when he notices her trip slightly, taehee giggling at her small predicament. 

about ten minutes pass until taehee sees mark waiting for her by the front door, his right hand swiping at his phone screen while the other holds her backpack. “you’re still here?” mark looks up from his phone at taehee’s question, a combination of surprise and delight gracing her barefaced features. taehee wraps her fingers around the backpack strap but mark insists he carries it by slinging it over his shoulder. he puts his phone into his back pocket and straightens himself, “yeah, i was thinking we could go home together.”

mark opens the door for taehee and she exits the room first, snickering. “alright, mr. romantic,” though mark trailed behind her, she knew him well enough that he rolled his eyes at her witty remark. “behave, 뚱이.”

taehee laughs loudly, bringing a hand up to cover the evergrowing grin on her face. she gives mark a playful punch on his shoulder once he steps in line with her, his cheery laugh reaching her ears. “seriously, i’m not lying!” mark says, his eyebrows arching up in mirth. “you really look like chubs when you tie your bangs up like that,” he then uses his free hand to flick the bunch of hair that was tied up on her head, the latter swatting his hand away in faux annoyance. 

taehee suddenly remembers something and turns her head to mark excitedly, “you know, i brought her to the groomer for a haircut last week and their new employee was a czennie.” mark’s eyes widen in interest, “really?”

“yeah, she asked if she could take a picture of me and chubs,” taehee chuckles. “oh and she had your photocard on the back of her phone case.”

a soft ‘woah’ comes from mark and taehee beams at him. “i was like ‘oh?’ when i saw it,” taehee continues, “it must be fate.”

for some reason, her last sentence caused mark’s heart to speed up. no wait, it’s the thought of being fated together in a situation as trivial as this is what may have caused the quick beating of his heart. geez, what is happening to him? 

“uhh what do you want for your birthday?” mark changes the topic quickly before clearing his throat, thankful that taehee doesn’t notice the slight crack in his voice when he spoke. he finds the girl turning her head to him with a look he knew all too well, “if you say ‘you’—“

“you.”

a squeal comes out from taehee as she dodges mark’s hand that was going to pinch her, sticking her tongue at him when he misses. “i’m serious,” he presses, but it was obvious at how close he was to laughing with her as well. taehee gives him one of her dazzling smiles before facing forward, “it’s okay if you don’t get me anything.”

“but i want to,” is what mark ought to say. he opts for, “fine, then i’ll just surprise you.”

taehee smirks at him, “it isn’t a surprise if i know already, mark.” the boy scrunches his nose before loosely draping his arm over her shoulder, their steps moving in sync with each other. “i meant, what i’m getting you is the surprise.”

“i know,” mark too knew taehee well enough to know that she had smiled when he had given in to her teasing. “i was just messing with you.” 

“just don’t get anything too expensive, okay?” mark shrugs. he wanted to get taehee that simple chain bracelet with a cute star pendant he saw the other day, but he wanted to ask what she had wanted first. expensive or not, mark’s getting it for her anyways. 

“are you hungry?” taehee cuts him out of his thoughts, causing mark to raise a brow teasingly. “why? are you hungry?”

“i’m craving mcdonald’s,” she answers him. taehee gives mark a dramatic pout, making him chuckle. “let’s ask noona. if she says no, then i’ll just get you some after mama tomorrow.”

“woah, really?” mark nodded, amused at how taehee’s eyes lit up at his offer. 

“you should pretend to be my boyfriend more, mark. who knew you could be this nice.” 

the said boy gently pushes her away as she giggles, but she immediately goes to stick by his side again as they stop in front of the elevator doors. “one more and i’m withdrawing my offer,” he warns, even if his heart speeds up at the way their fingers lightly brush against one another.

taehee shrugs, “you love me anyway.”

mark’s lips part slightly at that. it’s when he realizes that he doesn’t just love his best friend. he’s in love with her and it’s been that way for as long as he can remember. it’s impossible that taehee’s just a friend if she can make his heart go so much in a frenzy with simply a smile. it’s impossible that taehee’s just a friend if he finds himself drifting to thoughts of her countless of times while she was in the studio working up all night. it’s impossible that taehee’s just a friend if he finds a simple joy in having her fit perfectly into his arms, feeling all warm and snug. it starts to become impossible to mark that taehee’s just a friend if he wanted to place light kisses on her cheek every time he’d see her, rubbing soft circles into her hand as he looks at her like lovers do.

you’re in too deep in this, mark lee. damn.

mark bites his bottom lip to stop a smile from forming; he didn’t want to admit it just yet. “yeah,” he thinks to himself, “i love you anyway.”

[starryskyspectacle]

Got another old hc sheet i wanna drop down here so i can get motivated to revise them. This time it's for Marx and Magolor

Marx

-Tends to like poetry and other pieces of philosophical or fictional literature. Last name is Tempora, mostly by Nova's insistence.

-Actually pretty intelligent, taught himself how to read and write at an early age. Can also speak different languages.

-Makes masks and theatre like props for fun or attacks (ex: the whole face splitting thing to reveal a blackhole is actually done with the masks)

-Seems to tolerate Bandana and Gooey enough to hang out with them on occasion.

-Also close friends with Noddy, having grown up in the same orphanage with them. Considers them like a sibling.

-Finds Magolor annoying but still tends to visit his ship for a chat. Magolor takes advantage of this to poke fun at him.

-Tsundere. Likely very tsundere.

-Dislikes Meta's constant stalking anytime he is near Kirby. Actually kind of scared of the knight.

-Knows how to dance due to growing up in taverns and bars to perform. Kirby sometimes asks him to teach him how.

-Gets flustered or angered easily.

-Drama sap.

-Considers Nova as a father figure.

-Hyperactive as a child, sometimes he would be called crazy but in reality he was just really energetic and filled with ideas. Now he is more on the "not sane" category due to the side effects of his wish.

-Very agile and skilled in magic and acrobatic ability. Wings help with speed and flight along with attack if used right.

-The same rainbowlike scales on his wings sometimes tend to appear on his body during combat.

-Has a clear distaste for being ordered around, would rather do his own thing or call the shots. Tends to get scolded by the other Dream Friends on occasion and ends up arguing with them. It doesn't get too heated unless it's with Dark Meta Knight or Susie. Wouldn't dare argue with Meta Knight.

-Hates incompetence. Whether of his teammates or of his enemies.

-Still trying to be better for Kirby. Fears he won't be helpful over the course of Star Allies.

-Had first returned to Popstar a year after Magolor had tried taking it over. By then Magolor was already through his redemption.

-Didn't die after the events of Milkyway Wishes, Nova took him in instead to fix the starship Marx crashed into. They end up traveling space for a few years and becoming close. By this time Marx isn't sure if he should go back to Popstar.

-He eventually returns once he hears Magolor (who he met in Nova's ship) tried to take over Popstar. It ends with a pissed off Marx ready to pound the Halcandran into the ground but instead of that, Kirby appears to be in the ship and causes Marx to back down.

-Relationship with Kirby is complicated. Atmosphere is usually awkward between them unless they're fighting together or such. Still has guilt from before and doesn't know how to talk to him on occasion.

-Both tend to bond over food. They raid the Lor Starcutter's food supply and fridge at least twice a month much to Magolor's distress.

-Can access his Soul form only through pure chaotic energy. If he is extremely emotionally unstable at a given time, he might start turning into his Soul form and become completely unhinged. This has happened a few times during his travels with Nova but he has since then learned to control it better.

-Used to be a performer of sorts when he was younger, a street magician. Often did tricks with cards and beach balls. Could also somewhat summon roses before gaining his current power.

-Also enjoyed pranking others for the fun of it and for seeing people's reactions. Being usually unsupervised due to lack of parenting, he seemed to be interested in what someone would do if he threw a few obstacles their way.

-Used to be extremely curious and excitable as a kid. Mischievous too.

-Often passionate over certain things he likes. Will defend then to death and dislikes any tease over those things or people he has a soft spot for (Noddy, Gooey, Bandana, Kirby)

-Likely knows how Shakespearean language works. Will use that to his advantage.

-Likely refuses to use a cellphone.

-Humor is pretty warped, but that's to be expected from a crazed magic jester.

-Would find horror movies boring as hell. Or funny.

-Don't flirt with him please he might have rabies.

-Insults whoever he is irritated with often. Jabs at Magolor constantly but the wizard usually jabs back, making for a worthy opponent.

-Keeps journals of random thoughts he has. Some have poems he's written while others have his days living on Nova's ship recorded.

-Tongue. Long. Pointy. Could stab.

-Yeah he has teal blood and blushes light teal.

-Dark Meta calls him "toothpaste blood" cause of this.

-Dark Meta often gets a kick to the face because of this.

-Gets along somewhat with other Dream Friends as long as he isn't provoked.

-In my canon at least, he is forced to fight as a boss in Smash Ultimate. Once recovered he regrets it a hell ton due to promising to not hurt Kirby again. Becomes angsty and withdrawn for a while despite Kirby's insistence that he had no choice and it wasn't his fault.

-Probably smells like roses. And bodypaint. Hair fluffy and kind of long. Usually has two poofy pigtails under hat.

Magolor

-Full name is Magolor Koronius.

-Belongs to a working class Halcandran family, initially left Halcandra to live a better life as his mother fell ill.

-The runt of the litter, the youngest and smallest of 6 children.

-Physically the weakest but magically the strongest.

-Part dragonlike and catlike variant, can purr and roar. Tends to hide his Halcandran attributes with his clothing.

-Grew a tail at teen age. Cut it off afterwards but it doesn't stop growing back. Eventually stops trying after the events of Return to Dreamland.

-Revolts against Halcandran hierarchy in his time there.

-Blood is orange colored and burning hot like magma. Most volcanic Halcandrans have burning blood that turns to stone once cooled down.

-Scales tend to get incredibly warm if he's agitated or unhappy. They grow itchy and uncomfortable until Gem Apple nectar is applied to soothe them.

-Interest in mechanics started at a young age, since he couldn't hunt he could assist in working at factories.

-Knows how to communicate with sphere doomers.

-Nicknamed "Eggy" by his older siblings, having been born from an egg due to complications.

-Was considered unfit to survive so he was sent off to an orphanage. He came back to his family after a few years and was taken back in after they see he was alive.

-Smartest one in the family. Knows how to read and write. Can speak Halcandran and Common Galactic (language in Popstar) while only some of his siblings can speak a small bit of common galactic.

-Scales get more heated than skin.

-Has fluffy fur on his chest and tip of tail.

-Very competitive. Highly so. He might even put himself in danger to be in first place.

-Gets along with most people. Friendly but can be withdrawn at moments.

-Permanent scars from using the Master Crown and being beaten include a broken horn, a large gash across his chest and slash marks on his arms.

-Remnants of dark energy from the crown enhance his powers slightly. He considers it a curse over a blessing however.

-Likely the guy to send stupid memes to the group chat at 3 am in the morning because sleep is for casuals.

-Takes gaming too seriously. Also competitive in this area.

-Fond of Kirby and his friends for letting him be back as their buddy. Lets them visit often. Has made a few amusement park attractions and has more blueprints for any yet to come. Constantly taking new ideas for courses and rides.

-Met Marx during his first time in the Lor. They communicated a bit and Magolor insisted to know more about Popstar. His plan to take over had formed since then.

-Refuses to leave the Lor unless it is required of him to do so.

[lauraeldret]

Entrance to a #butterflyhouse #technicolor #lovethisschnitzel #rainbowlike #rainbowbright with @bambilegs1984 https://www.instagram.com/p/B06KbUoFDRNq4z-1ZVOyeboofLrlLYkoam5I6k0/?igshid=yg10ou5jwa58

[aqua-dolly-bride-desactivated]

🏘️ Our muses to meet as new roommates 

[Folks whom live in Sakamaki house never imagine that they will hold all the available rooms -it is a big and funny multiverse where everyone spend love and happiness, being noisy to bother Shu- that's the reason why, to keep growing up this demon rainbowlike family, Cassandra accepted to share her room with someone else. And now, she is waiting, nervous, for her new roomate]

The wardrobe is in order, the bed too... Oh my oh my, I am so nervous!

(I barely remember how share rooms felt like! But I am happy to have someone to share! Who shall be? Would they like me? Would we become closer? Would be a girl? Would be her a bride too? May I consider my own manners to make they comfortable? Would be a noisy or a quiet one? Will they like to read?)

Ahhーー! I am so excited! I cannot contain myselfーー!

[*someone knocks the door*]

Oh! They is already there!

[*touches herself, looking for everything is alright*]

(Ha... let's open the door, be quiet and kind, and do not talk too much)

[*open the door*]

Hello and welcome~

[sonus-aurum]

Iridescence

1.  a lustrous rainbowlike play of color caused by differential refraction of light waves.

2.  a lustrous or attractive quality or effect.

I love seeing all your colors

even if you don’t mean to show them:

every individual hue on the spectrum

merges into one luminous, incandescent light

that burns behind your eyes.

I’m so lucky to get to see them both isolated and together

and it’s magical -

even the caustic raging reds and the melancholic bleeding blues,

they add so much life to you;

when they unite you glow

and make you phosphorescent.

I adore being with you,

to be able to look at you and see

your concentric rainbow rings illuminate,

to know someone who’s so striking

in any emotion, in any state:

your iridescence leaves me breathless.

[saintheartwing]

Undertales of Friendship: Greetings. I Am Chara.

Asriel sat and looked at the lake, sighing miserably. He looked around at his family and his new friends, the ponies of the Mane Six, as they enjoyed a picnic holiday. But Asriel Dreemurr wanted nothing to do with it. For awhile he was happy... but lately, his sins felt like they were crawling up his back. It made him sink even lower as he saw his reflection in the water.

In his mind he hard... HIS voice.

"You know what you are, Asriel."

Asriel squinted his eyes.

"You are a dirty little killer. you are a destroyer of worlds, a slayer of families. AN YOU LOVED IT."

"...no...."

"You live for causing pain, even NOW you know it."

Asriel turned away.. and found himself staring into their face. Chara's face. Their red eyes glowed, and their smile was twisted in a cruel sneer.

"ADMIT IT CRYBABY!" They said, raising the real knife. "You want to be like me! You want to bring this pain!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Asriel screamed as the knife slashed the sky-

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***

Asriel woke with a start. It was late, and the moon outside shone into his window. Nearby, Frisk was asleep on a very fat Pinkie Pie, using her tummy as a pillow. She had eaten three of the 12 birthday cakes made for their party, and was now one big pony pilow. Frisk had taken full advantage of the random pony, soft and snuggly in this state.

Asriel wished he had that now. He felt so alone in the dark even with everyone. For so long he hurt so many, and did things no one should be forgiven for. His memory of them remained even after receiving a soul from the royalty of Equestria, including the memory of Chara.

Chara. His best friend. He sobbed at that, especially given how at first the two were like Frisk and he were now. Chara was not the best brother, but... he was still good for so long. He never hurt Asriel, and the two got in trouble all the time together, Chara always seeming to get him out of it.

Chara then changed one day. It was like the time before he had no memories and then.... when they got them back they became someone.... no, someTHING terrible. And Asriel had felt that when they fused. A portion of that was still in him, even as Flowey, tormenting his dreams. Worse, somehow Luna was unable to detect them, as if something or someone was keeping her out.

As such, Asriel had no choice but watch as his nightmares destroyed the world again and again. Equestria. The Underground. And..... and one other. A world he did not recognize, full of humans. They were playing something that looked like what had happened to him and Frisk.

But that was unimportant. The nightmares had to stop and soon. He needed help.

Getting out of bed, he knew where to go. He left a note for his family and started off for Canterlot, shifting to his Hyperdeath mode to allow flight. This was not like the trip to the woods. In this mode, he looked like the angel of death, yet now made death seem more.... friendly. More.... welcoming. Not like before, where it looked like hell itself. In this form, his rainbowlike wings made flight easy.

He needed them for speed to where he had to go.

****

Luna sat on her balcony, several of her batpony guards beside her and looking over the sleeping Canterlot. She was in a trance, moving from dream to dream, many of the citizens welcoming her with open hooves. Oh how she loved being in their dreams, seeing all the amazing, wonderful, and sometimes goofy things she saw. So seeing the donut shop of dreams Pony Joe had was a fun sight, foals playing and eating the giant pastries.

"Another one of my dream dainties Luna?" Joe said in a heavy Brooklyn accent. But before Luna could answer, she heard one of her pony guards.

"Luna, you have a visitor."

Luna sighed, shook Joe's hand, and returned to reality, wide eyed as she saw the Hyperdeath form of Asriel before her. Slowly he shifted back to his normal form as a child, and Luna looked at him with wonder.

"Pray do tell, what brings one so young to my presence. Should thou not be in bed, getting ready for school tomorrow?"

Asriel sighed. "Luna.... I need your help."

Luna smiled as he approached her, the Mare of Midnight hugging the boy, sensing he needed one. Finally he spoke again.

"In my dreams, they start okay, but I can see the memories of when I was a flower in them. Terrible memories. Horrible things I have done and wanted to do. And then... I see them."

Luna blinked. "Them?"

"Chara.... my brother. They were so good once... then one day they became so... evil. they wanted to destroy everything. Everyone. Every time from past to future."

Luna blinked. "Forgive, but why do you refer to one person as many?"

Asriel was silent. Then... "Because he felt like many. He could be good, he could be bad. He could be kind, he could be cruel. He could heal.. he could kill. And each day, it got worse and worse."

Luna nodded. "Lie down before me young one. And I will meet this Chara."

Asriel gulped. "And for me?"

"Guilt is a terrible thing. We all have regrets, especially those of us who were evil. I myself have many as Nightmare Moon."

Asriel blinked. "You, Luna? But you're so... wonderful!"

"It was not always as such. A long long time ago, I was jealous of my sister's fame among the ponies. Those who loved me seemed to be her targeted enemies though it was unintended. It drove me mad. I wanted more, and I used dark magic to get it. The draconic blood in me awakened, and I became a being of terrible power."

She focused her magic, changing her form before Asriel, her coat going black as pitch instead of dark bluish purple, and her mane shimmered. Her eyes became like a dragons, her maw like a wolf, and she bore on her armor made from moonstone. Asriel stared, but not in fear.

"You're... you look lovely!" He said, blushing as he said so. But luna did not smile.

"In this form I was anything but. I was Nightmare Moon, ruler of the night and a hater of all things loyal to the light. I schemed to overthrow my sister and plunge Equestria into eternal darkness. But Twilight and her friends stopped me, and I slowly began to be re-accepted. That is happening now with others like me: Discord, Chrysalis and her changelings, Trixie, Starlight Glimmer, even your father Asgore were all evil once, but now work to make it better."

Asriel nodded. Luna continued.

"Tomorrow, I will introduce you to them all, and we will share what is needed. FLuttershy, dear kind one she is, leads a group where former villians work together to change their ways and use their powers for good. It is rather amusing, and good for the soul."

Asriel could not resist. "The SOUL? You mean the Symbols Of Unyielding Love are even in villains?"

Luna smiled. "Everyone has love in them Asriel. I have heard stories of villainous monsters who fell for dark mistresses, uniting in their evil... but also in their love for one another. I have seen warriors corrupted to fallow a dark queen they worshiped. But I have also seen a cruel king forsake his ways for the love of one mare. Love is mysterious that way."

Asriel smiled. Love sure was complicated. How did it come by Frisk so naturally?

"Now, sleep, and I will meet this Chara."

Asriel nodded, and slipped o sleep. Luna entered the dream...

*****

Darkness.

All around was dark, save for a single light. There in the light stood one boy. On the surface he looked like Frisk, but the green and yellow sweater he wore was more like Asriel.

And his eyes.... they glowed red. and the smile... like a demon.

"So, thou art Chara." Luna said.

"And you're the princess of the night. How cute. I like the night. Sooo many inspiring creatures." He chuckled madly. "Let me guess, your here to give me your speech of how good always wins and love never fails and blah blah SCHMALTZ."

Luna was afriad. His tone, so mocking, and the power in him... she could sense it.

"Let me tell you something, little pony." Chara raised his hand, and all around Luna saw a barren landscape, pony and monster bodies everywhere, Chara stepping over one of a filly with a shield for a cutie mark. A shield with an apple on it.

"I tried your way." Chara said. "Really, I did. I was all sunshine and rainbows, friendly with Asriel and Toriel and Asgore. I was all the good son. And you know what?"

Asriel grinned, showing blood on his teeth.

"It bored me."

Luna was wide eyed, the boy suddenly before her. "You bore me too. And you know what I do to things who bore me? Who get in my way?"

Luna tried to step away.

"I make them into dust."

Chara held out his hand, a knife in it. But Luna remained form at last. She knocked the knife aside easily, the illusion around fading.

"You don't convince me Chara." Luna said. "You may be evil, but you long for something more than empty stats like EXP and senseless destruction. You want revenge for what happened, yes. But you also want someone to be with. A partner."

Chara blinked. She had struck a nerve.

"You're lonely and sad, Chara. So you try to fill the emptiness with destruction. But it won't help. I may not convince you..... but I can stop you."

"No! You won't!"

"You will not harm this boy again!"

*******

"My name is Asriel... and I am a killer." He said, standing before the group. "I have done terrible things, killing and burning all around me and resetting to avoid consequences." He shifted his form to the flower, continuing. "I refused to feel, not just because I had no soul, but because I enjoyed having no feelings to worry about when I did my terrible acts. It was liberating." Asriel returned to normal. "But... Now I cannot be free of these nightmares. Even though I no longer dream of Chara... I still know what I did. I......I...."

He began to sob, the villains in the room with him watching and silent, until Chrysalis stood up and held the boy in a hug. Her empathy that came with being able to eat emotions allowed her to understand fully, perhaps ore than anyone save Fluttershy, just how deep his sorrow was. Discord nearby was blowing his nose on hankie after hankie that came out endlessly from a pocket. All others, even Asgore, was silent.

"It's okay, knowing what you did is part of it. But you are not that being anymore." Chrysalis said. At the podium, Fluttershy nodded.

"Chrysalis is right, Asriel. If you were, then do you think you would have let everyone in Equestria eat you? I mean, you had the power to resist at first, you could have. You didn't."

Discord nodded. "And besides kid, look at you now! I bet there isn't a monster or pony anywhere who would deny you do good!" Asriel blinked as a hat that said "Good guy" appeared on his head, and a cape on his back. "And belieeeeve me, I know good when I see it."

Trixie nodded, as did Starlight, who could relate to the whole destroying worlds things, considering what she did. Asriel began to sob, Chrysalis still holding him, letting the little boy lose the hurt he held in for so long. The other former civilians knew Asriel would need a lot of help and love. Help he would get here.

Love.... well he already had that everywhere around him. True love. Not the acronym.

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Edward sat back in his chair, smiling as he saved the story and went to walk away. He would send it to NGrey later. He had decided not to share the story he had about Gaster, no point to it now. Besides, it really wasn't real.

As he left the room however, he was unaware of another form that had hidden under the covers of his bed. A form with red eyes. A small boy.

A boy...

...with a real knife....

EHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAHAAAA....

[ohkraken-a]

STOP: DRABBLE TIME!

@aeliell​​ : math + iridescent

ir·​i·​des·​cent | \ ˌir-ə-ˈde-sᵊnt  \ definition of iridescent 1 : having or exhibiting iridescence

ir·​i·​des·​cence | \ ˌir-ə-ˈde-sᵊn(t)s  \ definition of iridescence 1 : a lustrous rainbowlike play of color caused by differential refraction of light waves (as from an oil slick, soap bubble, or fish scales) that tends to change as the angle of view changes 2 : a lustrous or attractive quality or effect

                    there was a terrible freedom to the sea.

     humans, land dwellers, would look to the sea and see unlimited potential; an endless expanse, a promise of growth, a future that lie just beyond that permanent horizon-- and yet, they were so foolishly unaware of the truth. the sea had been claimed long, long before they had ever set their first ship upon their shores.

          herein lied the oppressive truth: the dry ones would come, would sail their ships upon their waves, would seek out new lands, would say they conquered the sea all the while knowing nothing about what lied just beneath its surface. this is how it always was. this is how it would always be.

and yet-- and yet, it was in this liminal space that math found himself at his most calm, his most relaxed. here, sunk down beneath the dark waves crashing upon stone up above, here, drifting gently, cradled by a coolness so embracing he might have called it mother-- here, gold eyes turned up to the light breaking through the sea, watching. waiting.

thinking.

          it was where he felt most attuned to himself; free of the weight of his bones, his pain, his life, buoyed by the waves he once called home, the light dancing through the blue glass in phosphorescent, rainbow hues-- no longer human, no longer sea witch, not even a witcher beneath the surface-- no, here he was simply math, son of mathonwy, and here? that was all he needed to be.

     there was a beauty to be had in the way the iridescent streams streaked towards him, shattering that amorphous surface above to writhe playfully before sneaking off to the dark unknown below; the shine, the hues, the reflection-- ah. a chuckle came to his lips, escaping the gills lining his neck with a soft flutter of flesh; here he was, an old man reflecting upon reflections, of all things.

reaching a hand up, the thin membrane of skin stretching between his fingers, he observed himself, taking in the all-too-familiar sight now; the teal skin, the gills, the webbed hands and feet, the leafy, kelp-like appendanges drifting from his body-- turning an arm, he watched as a beam of light seemed to drift towards him, reflecting off the slight scales just barely visible upon his skin; for a moment, it seemed as though nothing happened, but then that same, beautiful light fractured into even more light, shining back up slightly against the sheen of his scales.

                    there was a terrible freedom to the sea. however, as math had learned, there was a terrible freedom to the shore, as well. but... things were not always so terrible as they may seem.

                                        you only needed to see it from a different point of view.

[sussex-nature-lover]

Friday 8th January 2021

Travis and The Girls

When the sun shines on a bird’s feathers it’s sometimes hard to believe how intricate the shades and patterns can be. But the same can be true on a dull or wet day too.

This male is the one who’s in the garden most often of late. He’s a very handsome chap.

(Common) Pheasant

Male: Copper coloured with long tail.

Female: Drab brown with long tail.

That’s a very simplistic description and I’d hardly call them ‘drab’ as we shall prove below.

Pheasant is a non-native bird that was first introduced by the Normans in the 11th century as a game bird.  

Male Pheasants are unmistakable with their iridescent copper-coloured plumage. The head, small ear tufts and neck are green, though the throat and cheeks are glossed purple. Their face and wattle are red. The tail is paler and has broad barring. Some races (P. torquatus) have a white neck band. 

We usually refer to them as the ‘Vicars’

The female Pheasant is buff coloured with dark brown markings.

Juvenile Pheasants are similar to females with shorter tails.

That description is from garden birds uk.

Without a doubt the male colours fit a dictionary definition of iridescent

1 : a lustrous rainbowlike play of color caused by differential refraction of light waves (as from an oil slick, soap bubble, or fish scales) that tends to change as the angle of view changes. 2 : a lustrous or attractive quality or effect.

But like all brown birds, the girls’ more understated beauty seems sadly overlooked

It’s true that you can’t tell so much on dull days, when only a slight glint of lilac is to be seen around their neck, then they do seem to fade into the background, but the females have a huge variation in their individual tones and markings, so it’s easy enough to recognise some by eye and by the characteristics of their behaviour too. I’ve often said to Crow that it’s a bit like keeping chickens, except you’re not responsible for their safety and welfare and they don’t give you any eggs. What they do give is a wrecked lawn and hours of entertainment. As I’m writing this there’s a bit of a Hoo Haa going on outdoors. His Lordship is crowing like an old creaky gate and now one of the girls has taken to the air.

I guess I’m kidding myself about looking after them too, as many times I’ve told them off for wandering out to the lane, when they should know it’s easier and safer to fly.

Thinks he’s undetected!

Fabulous markings

We had one female visiting who is quite golden coloured, really pretty. I haven’t seen her for a while though and despite having so many Girls around, we’ve never seen any chicks or very young juveniles here.

Pheasants eat seeds, berries, leaves and insects; they roost in trees and can form flocks in winter. During the breeding season, one male may mate with many females, who then raise the chicks alone

Two photos credit to Bartholomews agri feed site

It’s quite funny to see them toddling around the garden as though they own the place, making free with all the outdoor furniture and letting us know when service at the café is rather too slow for their liking.

I’m not entirely sure if this pose was a result of the chilly weather, or a comment on how he feels about the current state of play in the wider world.

Although the latter is probably better represented by this

Either way it was nice to see that the loungers came in useful to host an extended grooming session. Not that he left us any feathers for rental payment. He really is a marvel of nature though, so thanks Normans from the 11th Century, I’m really glad you brought them over here.

♦ as a Game Bird, Pheasants are protected outside of the shooting season which runs September - February. However, in our garden they’re not only protected, but pretty well pampered

Good link for more about Pheasants and some really lovely photos.

NOTES FROM THE KITCHEN:

I think it’s a consequence of not getting out and about but I’ve been in a bit of a slump. Feeling, not under the weather, just somewhat bleurgh and so as such, not had much of an appetite. We didn’t gorge over Christmas and New Year so it’s not that, but I guess food has become something of an occupation during lockdown. What can we get? what are we going to eat? Anyway, last night we just had some simple fishcakes and salad and that was plenty.

Quick Nature/Biology Lesson Suggestion:

Link to Why Birds Have Feathers

What I Learned Today:

You know I love a coincidence, well this morning on Twitter, after seeing our first ever Redwings a couple of weeks ago and after mentioning Cannock Chase only yesterday, look what cropped up

and for a bit more visual context Wow. 2,421 miles away.