#lemon yellow is azure
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note to self. still want to figure out what the hell purple stands for in the color symbolism of lego monkie kid
#like. gold is obviously swk and mk and Destiny and Monkey Business#light blue is underworld magic/lbd/souls#lemon yellow is azure#green is either dragon stuff or the villains of the week#purple is Definitely an antagonistic color for the most part#(see macaque and dbk and azure peng and yellowtusks eyes for reference)#huh wait that’s more theories. hold on
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Not to brag but it’s been almost twenty years since I was in this production and I still remember every color in Joseph’s amazing technicolor Dreamcoat
#it was RED and YELLOW and GREEN and BROWN#and SCARLET and BLACK and OCHRE and PEACH#and RUBY and OLIVE and VIOLET and FAWN#and LILAC and GOLD and CHOCOLATE and MAUVE#and CREAM and CRIMSON and SILVER and ROSE#and AZURE and LEMON and RUSSET and GRAY#and PURPLE and WHITE and PINK and ORANGE and BLUE
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Heard about the dye change in the new update, i don’t nearly have all the dyes but here is Astarion in the opalescent outfit and 22 different dyes (left to right and top to bottom in order: Black and Azure, Black and Red, Black and Summer green, Black and White, Bloody Plum, Blue, Brown Alabaster, Green, Indigo, Lavender, Lemon Lime Lichen, Light Blue, Mellow Fruit, Ocean, Orange, Pale Green, Pale Orange, Red, Sage Green, White and Scarlet and Yellow Dye) Sorry it’s a png don’t have Photoshop
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gorgeouusss, thank u for the submission!
#my queue is listing this as 'submitted by cocotine' and im like what no thats me#submission#bg3#baldur's gate 3#clothing#camp
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𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙄𝘽𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎
— PURPLE
Mauve.
Violet.
Lilac.
Magenta.
Plum.
Royal.
Lavender.
Grape.
Periwinkle.
Sangria.
Jam.
Heather.
Noble.
Berry.
Mulberry.
Orchid.
Amethyst.
Wine.
— BLUE
Navy.
Sky.
Turquoise.
Indigo.
Slate.
Deep.
Prussian.
Teal.
Ocean.
Peacock.
Cyan.
Azure.
Artic.
Sapphire.
Diamond.
Royal.
Ultramarine.
Aqua.
— GREEN
Pistachio.
Juniper.
Grass.
Parakeet.
Leaf.
Pine.
Basil.
Herb.
Lime.
Sage.
Chartreuse.
Fern.
Olive.
Emerald.
Shamrock.
Seafoam.
Moss.
Pear.
Mint.
— YELLOW
Canary.
Gold.
Daffodil.
Seed.
Lemon.
Butter.
Yolk.
Mustard.
Corn.
Bumblebee.
Sunny.
Honey.
Amber.
Blonde.
Banana.
Medallion.
Dandelion.
Platinum.
Buttscotch.
Dandelion.
Sunflower.
Saffron.
Dijon.
Fire.
— ORANGE
Yam.
Marigold.
Rust.
Clay.
Spiced.
Tiger.
Ginger.
Sandstone.
Apricot.
Carrot.
Amber.
Bronze.
Honey.
— PINK
Blush.
Coral.
Rosewood.
Lemonade.
Marshmallow.
Hot.
Magenta.
Bubblegum.
Fuchsia.
Rose.
Salmon.
Roseate.
Glowing.
Reddened.
Sanguine.
Peach.
Strawberry.
Punch.
Watermelon.
Flamingo.
Berry.
Rouge.
— WHITE
Milky.
Alabaster.
Pearly.
Cotton
Chiffon.
Egg-shell.
Bridal.
Snowy.
Bright.
Porcelain.
Chalky.
Creamy.
Ivory.
Empty.
Frosted.
Pale.
Lace.
Salt.
Coconut.
Silvery.
Tooth.
Daisy.
Porcelain.
Achromatic.
Delicate.
Fresh.
Bone.
Innocent.
— BLACK
Ebony.
Sable.
Crow.
Charcoal.
Grease.
Raven.
Midnight.
Pitch.
Dusky.
Inky.
Solemn.
Onyx.
Soot.
Jet.
Leather.
Obsidian.
Murky.
Cloudy.
— RED
Cherry.
Jam.
Sanguine.
Apple.
Rose.
Ruby.
Burgundy.
Maroon.
Crimson.
Merlot.
Scarlet.
Wine.
Brick.
Berry.
Blood.
Sangria.
Candy.
Blush.
Evil.
Imperial.
Ferrari.
Raspberry.
Carmine.
Chilli.
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I've enjoyed the polls of this type I've seen, so...
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joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat if it was performed by dogs:
it was grey and yellow and grey and brown and grey and black and ochre and grey and grey and grey and grey and fawn and grey and gold and chocolate and grey and cream and grey and silver and grey and azure and lemon and russet and grey and grey and white and grey and grey and blue
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Not So Berry Names
I just found a list of Not So Berry themed names that I made when I was doing the challenge. They lean on the side of cutesy and unconventional rather than your classic names. Anyway, I thought I’d share the list in case anyone playing wanted to use some of these names for their own gameplay.
Mint
Julep
Mojito
Pepper
Chip
Menthe
Minze
Jade
Corsica
Wrigley
Rose
Rosa
Cherry
Bloom
Ruby
Hawthorn
Balas
Camellia
Oleander
Scarlett
Carmine
Cerise
Poppy
Chili
Rowan
Crimson
Maple
Jasper
Clancy
Flynn
Garnet
Rory
Sorrell
Mars
Apple
Holly
Zinnia
Petunia
Cosmos
Yellow
Jaune
Amarelo
Lemon
Ochre
Honey
Zest
Mango
Bee
Honeysuckle
Wheat
Amber
Topaz
Daffodil
Citrine
Flax
Jasmine
Marigold
Xanthe
Sunny
Citrine
Bee
Acacia
Marigold
Honeydew
Grey / White
Siva
Grigio
Silver
Sterling
Ash
Steel
Nickel
Frost
Snow
Mist
Cloud
Rain
Hail
Timberwolf
Smoke
Storm
Wolf
Plum
Plume
Eirin
Violet
Violeta
Lila
Lavender
Amethyst
Indigo
Iris
Lilac
Mauve
Orchid
Thistle
Wisteria
Foxglove
Fig
Orange
Alani
Tangerine
Pumpkin
Apricot
Sienna
Nectarine
Eve
Summer
Roe
Persimmon
Rusty
Clementine
Saffron
Tawny
Butternut
Kumquat
Tiger
Persimmon
Pink
Coral
Orchid
Blush
Rouge
Blossom
Quartz
Clove
Posy
Camellia
Cerise
Mimi
Phlox
Lotus
Azalea
Dahlia
Peach
Peach
Apricot
Melon
Reef
Puff
Georgia
Schnapps
Melba
Blossom
Green
Zelena
Emerald
Leaf
Olive
Jade
Forest
Malachite
Fern
Hunter
Mindaro
Pistachio
Myrtle
Sage
Kale
Hazel
Juniper
Willow
Sylvie
Magnolia
Aspen
Silas
Roscoe
Kiwi
Basil
Pea
Dill
Zucchini
Clover
Blue
Azure
Bondi
River
Ocean
Cobalt
Marina
Periwinkle
Sapphire
Sky
Reef
Lake
Zenith
Rain
China
Robin
Jay
Celeste
Juno
Dion
Hyacinth
Kehlani
Cielo
Aster
Lupine
Freesia
Black
Sable
Onyx
Ebony
Jet
Coal
Carbon
Steel
Ash
Moody
Swan
Panther
Panda
Tea
Pepper
Olive
Brown
Caramel
Coffee
Tawny
Mocha
Coco
Toffee
Cookie
Clay
Hazel
Cashew
Maple
Willow
Flint
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Prompt List
Bly/Keeli
Burnt Umber
Crosshair/Echo
Azure Blue
Cutup/Droidbait
Pink Beige
Fives/Echo
Dandelion
Gregor/Rex
Carmine Red
Hunter/Tech
Lemon Yellow + Maize
Jesse/Kix
Burnt Umber
Maize + Thistle
Mayday/Crosshair/Howzer
Cobalt Blue + Azure Blue
Nemec/Fireball
Maize
Wrecker/Hunter
Thistle
#color prompt master list#cloneshipping#clone shipping#clone/clone#star wars: the clone wars#the bad batch
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Color Names
Alizarin
Amaranth
Apple
Auburn
Avadavat
Brick
Burgundy
Cadmium
Cardinal
Carmine
Carnelian
Cherry
Coral
Currant
Ibis
Ladybug
Oxblood
Poppy
Raspberry
Robin
Rose
Rosewood
Ruby
Rust
Sanguine
Scarlet
Spinel
Strawberry
Tourmaline
Upsdell
Venetian
Vermillion
Wine
Zircon
Alloy
Apricot
Autumn
Bronze
Bullfinch
Calcite
Cantaloupe
Cider
Cinnamon
Clinohumite
Copper
Fulvous
Garibaldi
Ginger
Hessonite
Koi
Marmalade
Nutmeg
Oriole/Orioles
Persimmon
Pumpkin
Ranunculus
Salamander
Sandstone
Spice
Squash
Sunstone
Tamarin
Tithonia
Turmeric
Amber
Arylide
Aureolin
Biscotti
Bumblebee
Butter
Buttercup
Buttermilk
Canary
Candle
Candlelight
Chiffon
Colza
Coreopsis
Cornbread
Corydalis
Craspedia
Dandelion
Dijon
Electricity
Flax
Goldenrod
Goldfinch
Gronalo
Honeycomb
Hornet
Icterine
Impatiens
Lemon
Lemonbread
Leopard
Mellow
Monoazo
Nuclear
Oat
Parmesean
Pattypan
Saturn
Shortbread
Siriguela
Sulfur
Sunbeam
Sunflower
Sunglow
Sunlight
Tickseed
Unmellow
Warbler
Xanthic
Yarrow
Yolk
Acid
Aphid
Bitter
Caterpillar
Celadon
Chateau
Chetwode
Chlorophyll
Clover
Emerald
Evergreen
Fern
Frog/Froggy
Grasshopper
Greenmint
Inchworm
Katydid
Laurel
Leaf
Leaves
Lime
Malachite
Mantis
Moss/Mossy
Myrtle
Olive
Parakeet
Pine
Reseda
Sage
Slime/Slimy
Sour
Spring
Swamp
Tea
Thyme
Toxic
Turaco
Verdun
Viridian
Xanadu
Aqua
Aquamarine
Azure
Bleu
Blueberry
Bluebird
Bluejay
Celeste
Cerulean
Cobalt
Dacnis
Delft
Denim
Fairywren
Glaucous
Lapis
Marine
Mazarine
Morpho
Ocean
Peacock
Phthalo
Sapphire
Steel
Teal
Tears
Turquoise
Ultramarine
Uranian
Uranus
Amethyst
Aster
Bosenberry
Byzantium
Charoite
Concord
Coneflower
Cornflower
Eminence
Fuchsia
Heather
Heliotrope
Hibiscus
Hopbush
Indigo
Jacaranda
Lavender
Lepidolite
Lilac
Lilalite
Liserian
Lisianthus
Lupine
Mauve
Milka
Pansy
Pasque
Periwinkle
Phlox
Pizzazz
Purpureus
Razzmic
Regalia
Scabiosa
Tacao
Teasel
Thistle
Tyrian
Ultraviolet
Verbena
Violet
Wisteria
Cerise (pink)
Chartreuse (green-yellow)
Fluorescence (brightly and harshly colored)
Matte (dull color)
Pastel (youthful color)
Psychedelic (bright and intense colors, usually brought on by hallucinogens)
Quartz (white or pink)
Quicksliver (silver)
Rainbow (color spectrum)
Sugilite (yellow, red, pink, or purple)
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IT WAS RED AND YELLOW AND GREEN AND BROWN AND SCARLET AND BLACK AND OCHRE AND PEACH AND RUBY AND OLIVE AND VIOLET AND FAWN AND LILAC AND GOLD AND CHOCOLATE AND MAUVE AND CREAM AND CRIMSON AND SILVER AND ROSE AND AZURE AND LEMON AND RUSSET AND GREY AND PURPLE AND WHITE AND PINK AND ORANGE AND BLUE
This must be what YOU EARTHLINGS call TORTURE…
WHAT DID I DO to deserve THIS.
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Real gender envy is looking handsome and smart in my coat that is red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and peach and ruby and olive and violet and fawn and lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve and cream and crimson and silver and rose and azure and lemon and russet and grey and purple and white and pink and orange and blue
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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: If You Miss Me, Say Hello-- If You Want Me, Then Say So [15.2]
Sal's Lore (Part One)
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A/N::: Step Out From The Inside and Say Goodnight by Bullet For My Valentine are really good songs that scream Sal for this chap if you want to give it a try <3
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Sal was a bitter, revenge-driven soul by the time he turned eighteen. He had fought off his wrathful demons for years, but he could only keep them at bay for so long. In fact, to this day, he remembers the turning point for him like it was yesterday. The day he stopped the war being waged in his mind.
It was cool in Nockfell, a bit chilly. October. Halloween was just around the corner. The city was just like it always was and is-- trapped in an eternal autumn where the trees are always dead, the leaves are always crunchy, the air is always crisp, and the unique scent of Granny Smith's mixed with freshly carved pumpkins was a constant.
Nockfell was stagnant. It never changed. It wasn't much and the population was so small that it was technically Nockfell Village, but one thing that no one could deny was that it was beautiful and had its interesting points.
Sal had just finished his classes for the day-- it was nearly three in the afternoon on a Friday. There was supposed to be a bonfire down at Wendigo Lake once the sun went down. The bonfire happened on this day every year. It was a Nockfell tradition to ring in the official start of their pumpkin harvest.
Pumpkins were an important part of Nockfell's rich history. Just as sugarcane harvests are something to celebrate in Louisiana and California has their lemon festivals, pumpkins were Nockfell's thing. Wendigo Lake's Annual Pre-Harvest Bonfire was important; always happened the night before the city's Pumpkin Festival.
Everyone was prepared with pumpkins littering every inch of open space possible, so the afternoon was a breath of fresh air to Sal. It was nostalgic. It was the part of his childhood he preferred, the part that wasn't so tragic.
Sal trudged home in his new pair of cornflower blue-colored Converse. His original pair had long worn away by this point, but he found another pair to replace them.
He was alone, gaze glued to the world of orange and yellow around him. All the big white houses with their wide porches looking like props from horror movies. He half expected Michael Myers to pop out of a bush. The Halloween decorations on display only helped to liven up his imagination. What he wouldn't give to have a moment with Michael Myers over their shared masks.
Children were beginning to return home now, too. They would shoot off of their buses and run straight to leaf piles that were freshly raked up by their busy fathers. Sal watched a pair of twins scatter the dead leaves all over the ground again, only for a man to stomp around the corner of his home to yell at his children for pushing his work back.
But again, Sal was alone and he couldn't have been more aware of it. It wasn't unusual. Ash went home in her car, Larry dropped by Mr. Addison's recently purchased grocery store to collect his weekly work check, and Todd went to Neil's house for the weekends.
It was just Sal on Friday afternoons. Him and his constantly raging thoughts. And his feet crunching leaves and pine needles that littered the sidewalk. And his shoulder-length azure hair billowing in the soft breeze. His fingers pulling at the straps of his backpack.
Most importantly about this particular day's scene was that Sal felt numb. He was tired-- exhausted. Completely drained and so sick of acting like he had forgiven the person who tore his life apart before it had even really begun.
Everyone always said the right thing to do was forgive, but Sal didn't understand why that was the solution. He would write down the things he wanted to say to the person who ripped him apart. He cried about how disheartened he was, screamed at his ceiling while he showered, begging for the pain to go away. Forgiveness had done nothing to heal him, and he was absolutely sure that his forgiveness didn't matter to his mother's murderer.
For far too long, he had held back every single emotion and reaction that he should've gotten out. He was starting to wonder why he ever did that in the first place. In the way shaking a bottle of soda would cause it to burst, Sal was doing the same with his own feelings. He was constantly being shaken up and he knew he would blow any second at that point. He kept trying to push it down, but on that day, walking along Nockfell's near empty streets, Sal suspected his moment was right around the corner.
Cutting away at his skin offered only little relief at one point, but now it did nothing. He itched for emotional release, for catharsis-- but he was too afraid to look for it and didn't know how to achieve it. He was stuck. At a dark, twisted standstill with himself.
All he ever felt deep down at that time was envy and anger. He constantly craved the lives his friends lived. They were able to show off their faces in peace. They slept well at night, and for eight full hours he begrudgingly presumed. They had their parents, their families. Sal had his dad and he had his friends-- he was grateful for them, but it was just never enough. No matter how badly he wanted what he already had to be enough. He was always yearning for something, but he could never really figure out what it was that he wanted.
Did he want someone to love? Someone to love him? A face? His mother? A good night's sleep?
Sal was disgusted with himself, with his indecisive and ungrateful shit. With his horrible luck. He was his own personal pity party. How pathetic.
He couldn't do a single thing. Sal was just doomed to suffer forever.
He was starting to feel restless, like a zip-tie pulled too tight, just seconds away from snapping. And the sudden howl from beside him only tightened that tie. He went rigid in his stance, one foot caught mid-step. His head snapped up, blue hair falling into the eyeholes of his prosthetic, tickling his eyelashes.
Sal brushed his hair away from his face when a little giggle followed the scream he'd just heard-- he wasn't about to be attacked. He didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.
He blinked at two teenagers running around someone's front lawn. They looked happy, energetic. Unbothered by the terrors of the world around them. He felt jealous, but he felt like scoffing at their ignorance too. Didn't they know that people were suffering somewhere in the world? How could they be so carefree-- how could they be happy?
Sal had to remind himself every single day that he couldn't actually think that way about other people. Everyone was allowed to be happy at some point, he was allowed some relief too. He just didn't get it often enough for it to really... matter.
But one little splash of joy in his deadened life was curled up in his bed at home and waiting for his afternoon snack. So Sal turned his attention away from the happy kids, focused on getting home yet again. But when his head swerved to look back to the placement of his feet, he noticed a pair of shoes a few steps away from him.
Sal's gaze traveled up the person's body, his blood going ice cold once he realized that it was Travis standing before him. Not to mention, the horrified expression on the bully's face was a bit startling to the bluenette.
Travis's face was always bruised or scratched in some form or another. Sal felt a bit morbid when thinking that Travis's abused skin just so happened to bring out the mahogany shade of his dark eyes. And the bully's hair was in a purposefully messy state that was just so exemplary to Sal. Even if the dark roots of his bleached hair needed to be dyed again, he still managed to make it into something attractive. Sal was, again, envious. But more prominent than his envy was his rage and his fear.
Sal stood there, assessing Travis's fearful figure with wide, wary eyes, even if only one of them worked anymore.
A wave of disdain cursed Sal. Every single day, he had to find a way around Travis and that afternoon he had to do it again. He should have been free of his bully for the rest of the weekend, so what business did Travis have there?
Whether their interactions were verbal or bloody, Sal still despised having to so much as be in the blonde asshole's vicinity. He didn't mind watching Travis-- watching him was simple, noninvasive, and even interesting at times. But actually having to be near him and listen to his insults? Sal would rather avoid that.
So he tried to go for the ignorance route-- sidestep Travis and pretend he never saw him. But as soon as Sal took a single step forward, Travis barked out his name. It was so frantic and desperate that Sal couldn't help but flinch. And despite his better judgement, Sal stopped moving. He couldn't help it, the pause was instinctual. He stared at Travis, wide-eyed and trying to hold up a half decent glare.
Travis and Sal had one singular moment of understanding years ago-- their freshman year of high school. The bully's vulnerability now reminded Sal of their one moment. The bluenette had always been too empathetic to ignore someone in need-- even if it was Travis who bothered him to no end when Sal happened upon him crying in the bathroom one day.
But that didn't matter anymore, or it shouldn't at least because the day after that moment, Travis reverted back to his well-known asshole persona. Sal had been so disappointed in himself for wasting his time that day a few years back. He thought he had finally made a friend of the closed-off bully, but it turned out that nothing changed.
On the sidewalk, standing before Travis, Sal was reminded of the day a stall door separated the two young men. Watching the more grown up version of Travis made Sal feel like he was just going to waste his time again by assuming that the blonde had changed. Sal shouldn't keep hoping for change, but he couldn't help it.
Sal continued to wait to hear him out anyway. Watched a fidgety, red-faced Travis who looked like he was about to have a panic attack.
"I'm moving," Travis finally spoke, his voice was quivering. "Away from Nockfell."
That was news to Sal. Not like it mattered much-- this just meant that he could finally be at peace with his not-so-normal, every day life. If anything, Sal was actually elated.
"And I'll probably never see you again," Travis continued, looking off to the side. "So I wanted to tell you something. Before I go." The boy frequently paused, unable to really look Sal in the eye or keep the tremor from his deep voice.
Sal chewed on his scarred bottom lip, trying to ignore the way it felt like biting on ripped leather. "If it's to call me a freak like you've done for the past four years, you can just leave now," he snapped, his tone soft like it always was because God forbid he release all the pent up rage and aggression. Losing his filter in front of Travis was never on Sal's list of things to accomplish.
Sal could hear Travis audibly gulp at the cold words directed at him. "No," Travis squeaked, "I-- I never meant any of that."
Sal scrunched his face up at such a sad attempt at a lie. The tip of his nose brushed the inside of his prosthetic, teeth bared as he snorted tastelessly, "Could have fooled me." Just like he thought-- a waste of time.
Without a moment of hesitation, the bluenette stepped onto the curb of the street, passing up Travis. He didn't look at him, didn't acknowledge his presence anymore. He was done dealing with this asshole. He had a date with Gizmo, Travis didn't matter.
Sal resurfaced on the opposite side of Travis, their backs to each other. He tried to clear his mind, to ignore the burning rage scratching at his spine. Travis was leaving, things were going to be better. He just had to remember that. He had to hold onto that.
"I'm in love with you!" A soft, almost inaudible whimper followed that declaration. "I always have been..."
Sal's mind turned to mush. He suddenly couldn't think, couldn't form words or comprehend what was just said. He simply took pause-- his steps and thoughts simultaneously ceasing. He was at a standstill with the rest of the world around him. Where was he even supposed to start in dissecting what Travis had just said?
Sal's heart thrummed wildly inside his chest. He was enraptured by the prospect of being loved-- didn't matter who loved him. It was the fact that maybe just one person loved him romantically. But then again, how could anyone love him? Especially homophobic, ableist Travis of all people. What was going on here? Obviously Travis was lying, but why would he drag himself down with Sal? What was the purpose?
Sal didn't know how to calm his mind, he didn't know how to pick a side. He wanted to be excited so badly, but he knew better. He knew that this was just another one of Travis's devious plots in stomping him into his grave. Sal grew increasingly disappointed in himself. Every. Single. Day. But hoping for Travis to love him? Trusting it even if just for a moment? Getting excited over it? That was breaking boundaries. He needed to draw the line for himself.
But the issue was that he had already crossed that line he was struggling to build last minute. All of the build up over the past few years was coming to a breaking point and he could feel it. He could smell it. He could taste it. The numbness traveled throughout his entire body-- it was in his blood, in his bones, in his DNA by this point and he was going to snap. There was no holding it back anymore.
Sal turned his head over his shoulder to address Travis, hands clenching into fists as he fought for clarification, for just a moment of relief. His fingernails bit into his palms, a sweet little stinging sensation following the sudden puncture. "What?" He snapped at Travis.
Travis took a breath, his entire body rising with the intake. Sal's gaze was caught in a snare-- eyes glued to the bully's red cheeks and watery eyes. "Do you remember when you found me crying all those years ago?" He asked Sal, voice cracking and quivering. Had Sal not been so pissed off and confused and saddened and every other emotion in the world, he'd have been intoxicated by the sound of Travis tripping over himself. "I was just beginning to acknowledge my feelings for you that day," he continued, swiping a hand over his bruised cheek. Travis' lips trembled, effectively showing off the healing cut on his bottom lip.
"I wrote it all down to try and get the thoughts out of my head, but it only got worse. I couldn't--" Travis stopped, clutching his shaky hands to his chest. "It was hard for me. I shouldn't be gay, I can't be. But... I've learned over the past three years that I am. And I've loved you from the start, no matter how much I hate to admit it."
Sal's head began shaking immediately. He was in disbelief for multiple reasons. The audacity of Travis to-- to... the audacity. There was no way Sal was going through this right now. He couldn't believe it. He refused to-- for his own sake. But that damn expression on Travis's face struck fear and relief in Sal's heart. And he fucking hated it.
It was relief for himself. Maybe he wasn't unloveable. And apparently Travis didn't hate him, he was just struggling with his sexual orientation. Relief for Travis for finally accepting himself and his feelings-- for being brave enough to be honest about it. Sal didn't want to be relieved though, he wanted to be angry. Which is exactly why he didn't want to hold back anymore. He couldn't keep doing it. Fuck everyone else, he had to ride or die for himself. He was the only one who ever would.
Travis might have been gay, but there was no way he could love Sal. It was impossible. The devil and angel battling on his shoulders was finally chipping away at the last bit of resolve that Sal had held up all those years. It was a cave in the trunk of a tree, and that tree was starting to tip over. This was the end.
He was tired of the lies. Tired of the excuses. Tired of the tip-toeing-- either to protect him or at his expense. Sal didn't need protecting and he sure as hell didn't want it to begin with. He didn't need someone trying to convince him that he was a freak either. Because he was a freak. And, right then, with his blood pumping and rage consuming his very essence, maybe being a freak wasn't such a bad thing.
Sal's fists squeezed even tighter, his fingertips smeared with his own blood by that point. He was done in every sense of the word. In every meaning. Completely and utterly finished. The days where he once wasted his time and bowed down to everyone were over.
He blinked past the red sheen in his vision, eyes locked on Travis who looked like he was about to faint, cry, piss himself-- he wasn't sure but it was something.
And again though, Sal couldn't care less about anyone else's feelings, let alone Travis's.
"F--" Sal seethed behind his prosthetic, instinctually biting into his tongue while his lips pulled back in a frustrated, angry snarl. His vocal cords were betraying him, trying to stop him from saying what he really wanted to say. Wanted to remind him of his calm exterior and to hold up his good reputation. That was old Sal, though. New Sal said what he thought-- what he felt.
"Fuck you."
The seal was broken. Sal's last ledge of hope disappeared, leaving the young man to free fall in his own rage and revenge-driven vices. The fight was over. The war was won. Wrath had prevailed.
"Fuck you," Sal spat out again, voice so aggressive that it nearly turned into a yell. "I'm fucking tired of your manipulation. Don't you know how pathetic you are? You're a waste. Such a waste of space, a waste of time. What was the point of torturing me for years just to come spew some bullshit about love at me? You don't love me-- you don't even fucking love yourself."
Travis flinched, falling a step or two away from the monster Sal had suddenly become. The tears that had been building in the bully's eyes finally spilled over his flushed cheeks. His mouth worked wordlessly while he stared at Sal for a bit. He bent over to hide his face, furiously wiping at his wet skin.
He took a quick breath then lifted his head again, a deadly glare quickly being directed at Sal. It was the same expression the bully wore every day. And Sal matched it with his own. He was ready, prepared for everything and anything. He'd beat Travis into the ground if he had to. Honestly, he'd feel better if he was able to get his frustrations out. Adding another pretty bruise to Travis's face felt like the best way to do just that.
Neither boy said a word, they only glared at each other for two beats of silence, and an extra beat of contemplation.
Then Travis started stomping over to Sal who was only four or so steps away, his bruised fingers squeezing into fists. Sal recognized that stance, that walk, so he prepared himself with one foot in front of the other and dropped his backpack to the ground.
"You're right. I don't love myself," Travis murmured, voice condescending. Sal held his ground confidently.
Travis hadn't seen that from Sal before. The bluenette would usually just step away and try to leave the scene— but Sal's confidence didn't deter the bully either.
"I'm sorry," Travis ground out behind clenched teeth. "I don't know how to prove it to you."
"What?" Sal laughed humorlessly, breath growing rapid to match his racing heart as Travis trekked closer. "Fighting me is how you'll prove it?"
Travis's brows bunched together in confusion for a fraction of a second. He stopped right in front of Sal, the toes of their shoes brushing and their chests just a hairsbreadth away from each other. "No," Travis breathed in disbelief, shaking his head lightly.
The bully could see everything in Sal's pretty blue eyes. The baby blue of a clear day's sky. The brightest stars in the universe captured in his irises, showing him a world of opportunity. A world of dreams. Everything he wanted. But he could also see the desperate anger in those pretty eyes that he seemed to love so much.
And Sal couldn't quite comprehend what was going on in Travis's head, didn't understand when he leaned down and pressed his lips to his prosthetic either. But the pressure was there, he could see the top of Travis's head and marveled at how impossibly close he was. And then the little kiss to his lips.
Sal's real lips parted, absolute bewilderment taking hold of him. His heart fluttered with thousands of cruel butterflies, his stomach churned with wildflowers and warm sunshine. He couldn't understand how a meaningless, fake kiss could light him up like a carnival but there he was.
Travis separated himself from Sal, wary and watery eyes watching the boy he loved through two little holes.
Sal simply looked back at him, eyes wide and his entire body trembling with adrenaline.
There was a second snap in Sal's mind that day. A snap that allowed him to see that while he loathed Travis with all his being, he felt connected to him too. He didn't by any means love the bully, but the surprise affection awakened him to something he didn't know existed within him.
And later that night, Ash, Todd, and Larry got an excuse that Sal wasn't feeling well and that he'd be skipping the bonfire.
In reality, he and Travis were hidden somewhere in Nockfell's forest, spending Travis's last day together. Sal had his first real kiss, one that went past the surface of his prosthetic. He had many other kisses that night too. He had a lot of desperate moments, Travis had a lot of desperate moments too. They were desperate together.
They found serenity, peace, and the depths of desperation in each other. They found anger, they found depression, they found secrets. They created secrets and they carried them well, kept them hidden for a long time. With certain exceptions on Travis's part— unknown to Sal, of course.
Sal will never forget the moment he pulled off his prosthetic in the darkened woods. Travis had looked over him, smiled, and kissed him again.
They stayed out well past midnight and Sal hoped Gizmo would forgive him for not making it back in time for their afternoon cuddle session, but this was too important. Sal hadn't known how, but it mattered. It mattered a lot.
It changed him. And when he and Travis parted ways that night, both boys knew it was the start and end to whatever little opportunity was there. They wouldn't try for more. They got their hours and that was enough.
Sal went back to Addison Apartments, Travis went back to his parents yelling at their near empty home.
And they never spoke again.
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A/N:::: heyo :3 figured I'd started this up. I've had a few comments saying that Motherf*cker Sal is SO unlike canon Sal, which is true. But this is a universe where instead of being soft and shy to the end, Sal got tired of being something he wasn't. He was never whole, never healed from his trauma and his past— that's very evident in the game. So here, Sal snaps and develops a new persona. He's cold and a bit closed off, but most importantly, he tries not to bottle up his emotions. He gets out what he's feelings instead. He's still lovable and so sweet, just not to certain people for certain reasons ;)
This is one of either three or four parts. I'm not quite sure yet— but anyway, I hope you all enjoy!
As always, thank you for the continued support! I love you all so incredibly much💕
our first chapter back with a new title </3 :,)))
#sal fisher#sally face#larry johnson#ash campbell#todd morrison#travis phelps#enemies to lovers#sally face fandom#sally face fanfiction#fanfic#future smut#i miss motherf*cker so much wow
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Spell your url ✧˖°.
Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!
Tagged by @vasheden, thank you! Funnily enough, I just recently finished one that was tagged on my other blog here on @primamchorus! But let's see if I can curate a list specifically for Nomin without using anything from the other list. :3c
Enjoy some Mongolian folk, rock, and metal bands, as well as Native Siberian bands that makes up this list. You'll find that most of these bands incorporate the morin khuur, and there are others that incorporate traditional throat singing to add to their work.
P - People of Mongolia by Altan Urag
A - Arvan Khoyor Jil (Twelve Years) by Khusugtun
I - Irik Chuduk (Rotten Log) by Yat-Kha
N - Nomin Dalai (Azure Seas) by Nine Treasures
T - This is Mongol by The HU
E - Erkh Chölöölnö (Freedom) by Uka
D - Dulguun (Gentle) by The Lemons
S - STORM by OTYKEN
C - Chirakhoor (Yellow Steppe) by Huun-Huur-Tu
A - Aisui Hulgiin Tuvurguun (Echoing Hooves of Approaching Horses) by Egshiglen
L - Lullaby - Borulai by Hanggai
E - Ene-sai (Mother River) by Alash
S - Snow by Tengger Cavalry
As I mentioned on my other blog, I don't feel like I talk to twelve (in this case, thirteen!) people regularly enough to be bold enough to try and tag that many. So! Consider yourself tagged if you want to do it!
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Floating on by like a butterfly for the 🐉Wings of Fire aus' names lists are...
The 🐛SilkWings🦋!
The X-Men Members:
• Charles Xavier/Professor Xavier: Xerces
• Ororo Munroe/Storm: Silk
• Logan Howlett/Wolverine: Lemon
• Scott Summers/Cyclops: Cecropia
• Jean Grey/Marvel Girl/Phoenix: Grayling
• Hank McCoy/Beast: Beauty
• Anne-Marie/Rogue: Rose
• Remy LeBeau/Gambit: Gossamer
• Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat: Sphinx
• Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler: Nymph
• Jubilation Lee/Jubilee: Gypsy
• Evan Daniels/Spyke: Skipper
• Bobby Drake/Iceman: Io
• Piotr Rasputin/Colossus: Peacock
• Illyana Rasputin/Magik: Marble
• Rahne Sinclair/Wolfsbane: Woodwhite
• Samuel "Sam" Guthrie/Cannonball: Comma
• Roberto da Costa/Sunspot: Sulphur
• Danielle "Dani" Moonstar/Mirage: Mint
• Laura Kinney/Wolverine 2.0: Lime
•Tabitha "Tabby" Smith/Boom-Boom: Burnet
The Brotherhood:
• Erik Lehnsherr/Magnus/Magneto: Metalmark
• Raven Darkholme/Mystique: Miner
• Victor Creed/Sabretooth: Viceroy
• Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver: Silverspot
• Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: Witch
• Mortymer Tonybee/Todd Tolanksy/Toad: Tortoiseshell
• Fred "Freddy" Dukes/Blob: Blue
• Lance Alvers/Avalanche: Argent
• St. John Allerdyce/Pyro: Pinion
(Tied up that loose end, didn't I? But there is one more thread to add to this tapestry of words, the...)
• Reader/Bby: Ghost, Imperial, Polyphemus, Bella, Tiger, Leopard, Dagger, Esther, Regal, Emperor, Sable, Swift, Heart, Heath, Lappet, Looper, Blush, Gold, Pink, Brass, Crimson, Burgundy, Orange, Yellow, Emerald, Azure, Purple, Copper, White, Black, Gray, Cream, Monarch, Lady, Queen, Page, Ulysses, Adonis, Satyr, Hairstreak, Malachite, Pavon, Velvet, Flambeau, Doris, Argus, Glasswing, Cloak, Pearl...
#honeycomb thoughts#platonic yandere marvel#yandere platonic marvel#platonic yandere marvel x reader#platonic yandere xmen#yandere x-men#platonic yandere#platonic yandere x reader#🐉Wings of Fire AU#🐛SilkWing🦋 AU
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like literally i am handsome i look smart i am a walking work of art such a dazzling coat of many colors how i love my coat of many colors it was red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and peach and ruby and olive and violet and fawn and lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve and cream and crimson and silver and rose and azure and lemon and russet and grey and purple and white and pink and orange and blue!
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DO IT FOR THE PLOT
-SPACE RELATED ASKS-
PLUTO: what do you love most about yourself?
MARS: who is your ideal best friend?
EARTH: what’s your ideal house/home?
SATURN: what’s your aesthetic?
JUPITER: if you could choose your own name what would it be?
NEPTUNE: what’s an album that you can listen through entirely w/o skipping song?
VENUS: go to piece of clothing/outfit?
MERCURY: what’s something you couldn’t live without?
URANUS: what’s your zodiac sign?
THE MOON: favorite quote?
THE SUN: what motivates you?
KEPLER-22B: if you could go anywhere, where would it be/why?
PHOBOS: what was your favorite song as a child?
CERES: out of everyone/thing in this world, who would you elect president?
TITAN: if you could die your hair absolutely any color and pull it off, what would it be?
CALLISKO: what’s your ideal job?
ENCELADUS: who is your favorite person? what are they like?
HYPERION: do you have a favorite store/shop?
COMET: what’s your biggest secret?
ASTROID: what’ your biggest fear? i there a reason why you’re scared of it?
SHOOTING STAR: who is your ideal s/o?
zinc white; how are you really feeling today? no one-word answers please!
cadmium yellow; when you think of the word “happy” what’s the first thing that comes to mind?
lemon; what’s your comfort food?
hansa yellow; what’s your guilty pleasure song?
yellow ochre; name an artist/band whom you just discovered & can’t get enough of!
naples yellow; where do you feel most at home?
raw sienna; with whom do you feel most at home?
golden ochre; describe the relationship you have with your closest friend.
golden deep; what’s your favorite season?
cadmium orange; what do you like to do on your days off?
orange lake; do you have anyone you can turn to when you’re sad?
titans; do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings?
shakhnazaryan red; are you currently binge-watching anything?
red ochre; are you more right-brained (creative) or left-brained (analytical)?
burnt sienna; is there a painting that brings you peace when you look at it?
english red; what animal do you relate to most?
vermilion; what’s your favorite accent?
cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other?
scarlet; describe your current crush/es.
ruby; what does your ideal first date look like?
carmine; what does your ideal second date look like?
madder lake red; would you ever kiss someone (or accept a kiss) on a first date?
rose; what’s something really positive going on in your life right now?
quinacridone rose; what’s something you’re really looking forward to?
violet rose; what does your dream house look like?
violet; is there any place in particular you’d like to settle down?
blue lake; what would you like to do/accomplish before you settle down?
cobalt blue spectral; what is the most beautiful place you have ever been to?
ultramarine; when was the last time you were in a good mood? do you know/remember what sparked it?
blue; what’s the most recent dream you remember?
bright blue; what does your dream family look like? any kids or pets? how many of each?
blue cobalt; do you like your name? would you give yourself a different name if you could?
prussian azure; what’s your favorite scent?
azure blue; what’s your favorite type of tea, if any?
turquoise blue; if you could start a garden, what would you plant?
cerulean blue; if you were guaranteed to have a viewership, would you start a youtube vlog?
glauconite; describe your body without using any negative adjectives.
yellow green; picture yourself walking in a field. what do you see & hear in this scenario?
green light; are you in a comfortable place in life? if not, what do you think might make it better?
green; name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them?
emerald green; do you speak any languages besides english? are there any additional languages you want to learn?
oxide of chromium; what’s your favorite book?
olive green; are you currently reading anything? how do you like it so far?
mars brown; what’s a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh?
burnt umber; what’s something you plan to do before the day is over to take care of yourself?
umber; have you drank enough water today?
voronezhskaya black; what or who is your go-to outlet for when you need to vent?
sepia; name five things that always make you happy.
indigo; what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received?
payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic?
black; post a selfie because you are so beautiful!
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