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wynnibee · 6 months

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hi sorry this is so late!!! @sup-its-cat i was your secret skeleton dsklfdfk i hope you like it i put a lot of work into this <33

[id in alt and under the cut!]

[id: a fully lined, colored and shaded piece of sup-its-cat’s Mind Roommates AU with (from top to bottom) Eclipse, Moon, Sun and then their halloween-ified sona. Eclipse is in the top right corner, with its arms held out and a wide grin on its face as it looks down at Moon. Eclipse is entirely pink-magenta, with two rows of rays; large white ones and small light light pink ones. It has puffy sleeves on its arms, one with wavy stripes, and the other with stars. Each sleeve ends with a small bow on the wrist. Large ruffles sit around its neck, and its torso is a single, solid color. Its eyes have a darker magenta outer iris, an inner light pink iris, and then a white heart shaped pupil. It has large eyelashes, with the right eye having a long curly-q lash. Jester stripes cut through its eyes onto its cheeks and eyebrows. Eclipse has a long “tail” barely visible swirling around and behind it. The tail starts at the base of its body, and swirls across the entire canvas down to Sun. Eclipse is covered in glitch effects, with a majority of them surrounding its rays and the rest on its ghostly tail. Eclipse’s entire body is glowing a bright pink and it’s semi-transparent, with one arm fading off the canvas. Next is Moon, in the middle left. He’s floating in a partially reclined position, arms held around him loosely. He has a concerned expression on his face as he looks up at Eclipse. His face is white on his crescent side and a medium blue on his shadowed side. He’s wearing his blue nightcap, with a very fluffy white band, and light purple stars. The end is shredded and missing its poof/bell. He’s wearing a light brown hoodie with dark brown zig-zag stripes at the end of the sleeves and a box pattern with a star in the center on his chest. He’s also wearing brown gloves and simple blue pants. Moon’s legs slowly turn into his ghost “tail”, though his is a bright blue and more opaque than Eclipse’s. It’s full of sparkles and a small amount of glitch effects. It curls around behind him as it swirls down the canvas towards Sun. Moon’s colors are very light, having a blue-ish hue to his entire palette. His eyes are mismatched, with blue sclera on his crescent side and red sclera on his shadowed side. He has white rings for irises. He also has large eyelashes with a curly-q lash on the right side of his face. Jester stripes cut through his eyes as well. He has sharp, pointy teeth. Then Sun, who’s standing hunched over with his arms and hands held up in clawed poses with a large, slightly snarled smile on his face as he glares at the viewer. He has a single row of large, orange rays. A couple of his rays are chipped. Sun’s wearing the same clothes as Moon is; a large brown hoodie, blue pants, and brown gloves. He has glowing white eyes and is entirely backlit with blue and pink light. He has large eyelashes, with a curly-q lash on his right side and jester stripes that cut through his eyes. Lastly is sup-its-cat’s sona, an anthromorphic pink cat wearing a suit. It also has a snarled smile on its face, exposing sharp teeth as it glares at the viewer. It has two large horns forming a heart shape on the top of its head, and long fluffy cheeks and ears. It has a purple cravat around its neck with a bow, held together in the center with a diamond shaped purple gem. Its pink suit has exaggerated lapels that curl under themselves. Its shirt is a dark, almost black pink with ruffles around the buttons and a wrinkled waistband. Its holding its long, three clawed fingers up on either side of itself, and its long, fluffy tail curls up behind it. The cat has glowing green eyes with dark pink sclera. The cat, like Sun, is also backlit with blue and pink light. The background is a simple dark blue to magenta gradient, with a white border that has a glitching effect to it. End id.]

#crackles knuckles #sup-its-cat #dcah2023 #fnaf eclipse #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #mind roommates au #cw eyestrain #my art #yeah sorry this is so late!!!!#october was set and determined to make sure i couldnt finish this #so ive been working nonstop to get this done sdlkfjdksflj #i really hope you like it!! your au is so cool

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tender-rosiey · 1 year

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hi!! may i request a nanami drabble with mutual pining? tysm <3

“pastry” — nanami kento x gn!reader

a/n: just watched the movie “hush” and safe to say my heart did not handle that very well

“so I told him to shut the hell up and go eat— are you listening, nanami?”

he nods and smiles, “you were saying that you told him to shut the hell up and to eat shit, I presume?”

“yes! exactly that!” you beam, “you can figure out anything!”

he shakes his head, “it’s not that hard really,” his gaze falls on a bakery shop and you notice that so you smirk.

“is dear nanami in dire need of some bread?”

“you make it sound like I am a kid in need of his daily dose candy,” he sighs.

“so like gojo?”

“yes, which is very insulting so let’s refrain from comparing me to that man—not even man just child.”

you hum, suddenly speeding up to get their first while nanami can only watch in amusement.

“WOAH! nanami! nanami! nanami!” you happily call, gazing at the baked goods longingly.

he is soon by your side to see what caught your eye, “I already heard you the first time, but what is it?”

your eyes sparkle as you smile at him, “doesn’t it look delicious?”

“it does, but i would prefer a different filling,” he says and you nod, gaze snapping back to the pastry. he then speaks up, “do you want it?”

“yes yes!!” you yell and reach in your pockets for money, and you start patting around only to deflate at the discovery you made.

meanwhile, nanami is waiting patiently for you, “have you…?”

“I have…forgot my wallet,” you mumble and sigh, “so long, friend,” you say placing your cheek on the glass separating you from the beautiful thing.

you hear the sound of a cashier ting, and you turn to nanami who’s recieving his purchase, “nanami! you bought something?”

he nods and you sigh, “can you show me what you bought?”

“sure,” he hums before handing the bag to you.

you open it up, only to find the pastry you chose inside it.

you look up at him and he merely gestures with his hand, “it’s for you.”

you gently put it aside before latching onto your pastry buyer and screaming about how grateful you are, but he only pats you on the back, murmuring, “y/n, please, people are watching.”

“BUT YOU GOT IT FOR ME!” you say but you pause, “you got it for me..?”

he places a hand on top of your head and nods, “you looked like you really wanted it and a few yens wouldn’t make that much of a difference to me.”

“wait nanami! i told you to never pay for me!”

“this was my decision, it’s fine,” he insists and you huff.

“I will pay you back,” you deadpan, but he shakes his head.

“no need,” he replies.

you groan, “I know this is part of your ‘I am a gentleman package’, but I can’t possibly let you do this without paying me back.”

nanami ponders for a moment and settles on something, “may I request a payback with something other than money?”

“sure,” you smile and wait for his suggestion.

instead, what you feel is a kiss placed on your forehead that goes as quickly as it came.

when you’re brought back to reality, all you see is the back of the man who payed for your pastry, but also the man that had stolen your heart months ago.

you, however, can’t see the soft smile on his face, but it seems to nanami that his heart was also stolen by you for quite sometime now.

“nanami! wait don’t leave me alone!”

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lunargrapejuice · 1 year

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hearts desire - color drabble from this ask

yuta okkotsu x reader with no pronouns used

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with a soft thud yutas body lands on the bed, the warmth of his torso warming your knee from where you sit cross legged on the bed looking through pictures yuta had taken from his latest mission on his phone. but you quickly abandon it, the phone forgotten on the edge of the mattress as you turn to face him and crawl into the space between his middle and his arm, nuzzling into him like a kitten. the scent of his shampoo fills your nostrils, the smell becoming one with your own when he puts his arm around you and pulls you ever closer, leaving not a single centimeter between your bodies.

“i missed you,” he says sweetly, the softness of his lips brushing against your forehead, his gentle fanning against your skin.

anywhere with yuta was where you wanted to be, he was home to you. but being like this, in the comfort of his plush sheets that you often share, in the safety of his arms- knowing he is home safe- and basking in the love you share that blankets the whole room; this was your favorite version of that home.

“i missed you too,” you coo, your cold toes moving down his leg, your hands grabbing on his shirt subconsciously, proof of just how true your words were. he’d been gone all week on a mission outside the country and even though you’ve been together since early this morning when his plane landed, as the sun became overshadowed by the moon, you still couldn’t bear to part from him. “tell me more about your trip?”

“i will, but first, souvenirs.”

loosening his arm around you, he reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the gift bag he placed there earlier. you both get into more comfortable positions, his upper back leaning against the headboard but he still kept you tucked into his side. you held the bag as he pulled out several gifts, trinkets he saw that reminded him of you, treats he wanted to try and thought you could share together and more.

“these ones look into something gojo sensei would eat himself sick on,” you giggled as you took the lid off of a bright magenta candy that was coated in sparkling sugar, placing the box container on yutas middle.

before you can reach for one slender fingers come into view and pick one up, the hand around your waist tightening. bits of sugar fall back into the container before yuta lifts it to your lips, a warmth blossoming on your cheeks at his gesture.

“try it,” he says with a big smile when you don’t immediately take it.

your lips part, the softness of them brushing against the tips of his fingers as you take the treat into your mouth. the crystalline sugar and taste of passion fruit melts on your tongue and you hum at the delicious taste.

“mhm, it’s really good!”

“yeah?” he chuckles, admiring your adorable face lit up by your bright eyes and pink cheeks.

the smile he wears as he stares at you, so love stricken and tender, makes your chest bloom with heat and your heart beat at an irregular pace, the feeling of being so lucky to be the one to love him spreading through your while being. you can’t tear your eyes from the handsome sight of him even as you reach for a candy to feed him in return.

as the night goes on, he tells you about the places he got each gift, of the sights he saw and the people he had met, that he wished you could have been with him. you listened with a smile on your face, looking up at his tired eyes, your fingers reaching up to play with his hair while his own rubbed against your back and side.

you listened until your eyes felt heavy and even then you wanted him to keep talking but it wasn’t long until you were both sound asleep, with his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as you clung to his white shirt, your legs intertwined, your head against his chest, your hearts beating as one.

#yuta okkotsu #jujutsu kaisen #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta #yuta okkotsu fluff #yuta x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #color drabbles

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pixiemoonmagic · 8 months

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Story prompt based on the first image.

Death had come suddenly for Mina. She'd never had a chance to say goodbye to her loved ones or truly live a full life. The bus had been out of control, she was just crossing the street and there had been so little time to react. It was truely a shock but what was almost as shocking was being reborn as a beautiful elf on a magical world. Perhaps it was because she'd pushed the little boy out of the way and he had survived when she had not. Perhaps her last act of kindness was what had brought her to such a luminous place.

And how could she not feel as though this new life was some sort of reward or rest? She had met Nera. At first the two were close friends but it didn't take long for Mina to seek out the comforts of Nera's presence. They were so close they finished eachothers sentences and often stayed up far too late talking about everything they could think of.

It was the day of the Autumn Moon Festival that Mina had decided to purchase the Sapphirite amulet. It was customary for young adults in the village to wear a special amulet during the festival to show their intent and the shimmering magenta Sapphirite stone announced that Mina was seeking to court another young woman.

Earlier that day Mina had seen Nera purchasing an amulet as well but despite her best efforts she could not see the color of Nera's stone. With as much bravery as she could muster Mina put on her favorite orange gown and went looking for Nera. Mina's heart raced as she approached Nera ready to accept whatever she saw. Would it be the purple stone showing that Nera sought a young man's affections?

Mina gasped and nearly cried when she saw that Nera too was wearing a Sapphirite amulet. But Mina knew she wasn't out of the woods yet, just because they were aligned in their sapphic desire did not mean that Nera wanted to risk their friendship with something more. Mina's caution was quickly dispelled when she saw that sparkle in Nera's eyes. It was when Nera grasped Mina's hands and their lips met that all of Mina's anxiety melted away. Mina hadn't been aware of just how tightly she had wound herself up. It was in Nera's embrace that she finally felt at ease.

Mina wasn't sure what would come next but she knew that in Nera's arms she was ready for anything...

(9/22/2023)

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roseartsandfics · 6 months

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Rhona MLP OC (REDESIGN)

Here is the redesign of my MLP, renamed Rhona instead of ShadowSilver, and couldn't name her Rose LaBelle, because there is another MLP canon character Rose as well, and I really don't want to have my OC having the same name as the canon has. It was difficult finding good names, so Rhona is the best choice right now ^^;

But here is her new (possibly changing it later in a new redraw ^^;) description!:

Name: Rhona

Other names: Rhone, Miss Rhona, Princess Rhona, princess, foolish girl, the Alicorn who is the last princess of Equestria, the long lost sister of Celestia and Luna, the sky princess, the Princess of Starlunaria

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Alignment: Good

Species: Alicorn

Appearance: slender, pink, red hair, magenta eyes, red rose flower crown, sleeves and cloak, wings and a rose cutie mark

Personality: kind-hearted, sweet, caring, supportive, sassy and stubborn (sometimes), timid (sometimes), emotional, brave and courageous

Birthplace: Equestria

Homeland: Starlunaria (formerly), Equestria

Relatives: Princess Celestia (oldest sister), Princess Luna (older sister), King Brunarr, (adoptive father), Queen of Starlunaria (unknown name and adoptive mother; deceased)

Friends: Celestia, Luna, Twilight Sparkle (close), Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applebloom, Scootaloo, Sweetiebelle, Discord, Princess Candace, Spike, Tempest Shadow, Celaeno and her pirate crew, Capper, Queen Novo, Princess Skystar, and some OCs from Celestial-Rainstorm and PokemonTrainerMax via DeviantArt (too much to list ^^;)

Enemies: Princess Saiya, The Dark King of Antropas and the Dark Soldiers

Likes: her homeland Equestria, her sisters, her adoptive father, Starlunaria, her friends, learning magic and friendship, sweets, chicken tenders, potatoes, coffee, sunny weather, the Draconequus, children, dancing, singing, royalty, writing, reading, art, music, theaters and learning of her purpose

Dislikes: pickles, darkness, Saiya, the Dark Soldiers, Antropas, tea, the Dark King of Antropas, weakness, feeling underestimated, destruction, being kidnapped, losing her sisters and her adoptive father, giving up

Abilities: Rhona was born with the magic of beauty, love, and can create roses and floral objects to represent the beauty of the kingdom and represent the beings of each ponies, unicorns, etc. She can also using light and magic beauty spells to fight enemies by releasing lore spells to distract them before releasing her magic spells to defeat them.

Weakness: dark power from Saiya is her only weakness, and basically other dark magic from the kingdom of Antropas. Couldn't resist the smell of coffee, chicken tenders, and couldn't resist seeing sweets she loves.

Rhona is an OC character from My Little Pony and MLP: Next Gen I have created before changing the name to make it more fitting, and in a new design as an Alicorn like her two sisters.

Rhona is born in Equestria, after Celestia and Luna, and was to be the last sister to be taught royalty, magic and responsibilities before becoming the next Queen of Equestria. Since Celestia can bring sunshine to create day, and Luna bringing the moon to create night, Rhona has the magic to release beauty to all the land, bringing balance as well. Until one day, years before Luna’s outrage and before becoming Nightmare Moon, the Dark Soldiers invaded the castle. The Dark King (who is unnamed at this time) of the dark kingdom Antropas, which the kingdom was full of dark magic and thunder, who wanted to take the sister's magic to use it for himself and his daughter Saiya to recreate Antropas into a divine kingdom, as if it would destroy Equestria, although he may not know the power of friendship and balance of nature. Celestia, Luna, and Rhona refused to give their magic to him. The Dark King, in his anger, made a decision to kidnap Rhona and made haste to Antropas to force her to give her magic to him as he ordered his soldiers to execute Celestia and Luna. The sisters sended the royal guards to defeat the Dark Soldiers as they chased the king, who was holding Rhona hostage. Many brave guards had enough strengths to fight him in order to save the princess. To their success, the king fell out of failure and losses to fight, but took it at a fatal turn for him. After the Dark King’s death, the royal guards soon learn that Rhona was missing. At what they thought, they had feared and believed that she died as well after the fight, and failed to rescue her, although they didn't know that Rhona was still alive. Celestia and Luna were both overcome by grief and sadness over their sister's disappearance after they were told she was dead. But Rhona was still alive as she was lost in the fields, until one unusual guard of a different kingdom finds her. Rhona was brought home into the kingdom of Starlunaria, a peaceful land in the sky Brunarr, the king had decided to take Rhona as his daughter, as she became the princess of the kingdom she had starting to love. But as time went by, Rhona begins her journey to Equestria to find answers who she really is, although doesn't know that Saiya had plotted to take Rhona's magic, promising her vengeance after her father's death and promising him to make Antropas greater and destroy Equestria.

I know the background story isn't as easy to manage, but I think it's okay. ^^;

Starlunaria, Antropas, Brunarr and Saiya are my fanbase characters and locations, which I couldn't draw soon (especially redrawing Saiya since I didn't like how she looked and how her description is to begin with first lol). I was thinking either a MLP fanfic or a comic ^^;. I am still planning on a Final Fantasy VII fanfic, which I really need to be getting into soon unless other stuff happens, so a MLP comic could be sided to make ^^

What y'all think of her now? :)

Characters (mentioned) and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic ©Lauren Faust, Sarah Wall, and Hasbro Studios

Characters (mentioned) and My Little Pony: The Movie ©Jayson Thiessen, Brian Goldner, Allspark Pictures, DHX Media and Lionsgate

Rhona, Brunarr, Saiya, The Dark King of Antropas, Dark Soldiers, Antropas, Starlunaria and artwork ©RosePrincessArts

No copyright infringement is intended

Used: regular basic pencil, artists fine pens, illustration and non toxic alcohol markers

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childofthewargod · 4 months

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𝙰 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

A world fading to pieces, crumbling before the eyes, it becoming colorless. Lifeless. Meaningless. To wake up into a world that was in pieces, a world filled with life she could only dream of, for that dream to come true. One in a multiverse, not the only one to have existed, a life that couldn't be made anywhere else.

Paintbrushes dabbing gently on a canvas, a blooming artwork, made with love. The purple and red, intertwining with each other, a magenta hue surrounding them. A warmth, tingling thoughts when separated, fluttering hearts of each other's smile in their heads.

Painted graffiti in the corners, evident on their fingers, the found culprits. Sunflowers and lavenders intertwining roots with each other from beneath the ground, growing together, dying together. Sunlight caressing her face, his hand caressing hers, gold around their ring fingers.

Streets lamps flickering, darkness taking over brightness as the sun goes down, crime settling itself comfortably between them. The ugly side of the night, dangerous and deadly, hideous. Moon standing out in the sky, stars sparkling, skin coming in contact with bed sheets for a well deserved rest. The beautiful side of the night, safe and heavenly, comforting.

Orange and red, black in between, red hands staining white gloves. Heroes in both universes, a universe they don't know, a world they don't know. It's safer here, calm and nice, peaceful.

Earth-1610, a world that wasn't supposed to be hers, yet it became hers. It's not safe, to stay somewhere that couldn't keep her for long, she's staying however.

Snowflakes falling between her palms, melting away, more coming down. Looking down at the city, at New York City, upside down. Cheek resting on his shoulder, head resting on her head, on each other.

A world that wasn't hers, a world that was theirs, to share.

Iron gauntlet next to her head, gloved hand on his cheek, eyes on each other. Matching scars to add onto their love, the love they held to their world, despite of its flaws. Perhaps their world wasn't as blessed as theirs, earth-42 having not such of a great luck, yet it's their world.

A reputation they build for themselves not necessarily being good, not being bad either, vigilantes were known to complicated feelings by others. Their feelings were strong, the shades of purple that represent them, their broken yet stable world.

Wilting flowers, roots intertwined and alive deep inside, never having broken down like they have on the outside. A cold heart melted down by eyes that were broken like glass, the light reflecting itself on the pieces, back to his heart. The Prowler wasn't heartless, his assistant held his heart, taking it home with her and keeping it safe.

Two separate worlds, having it's flaws, having it's good and bad. Something in common, an undying love held by the ones that live there, different yet same people. A heart like theirs, life like theirs, pain like theirs.

A world isn't always perfect, their worlds certainly weren't, that's true and it's a fact. Something about it contracts to one another, connecting together, melting together. Suffering together, fading together, doing everything together.

It's not perfect, there's no denying such thing, because it's nothing but the truth. Red having stained the concrete before, salted liquid cascading down their cheeks, hitting the ground. There's no denying that, perhaps not necessarily a world you'd expect someone to live in, yet they do.

She wants to stay there, despite the glitches on her body, the electrifying hurt coursing through her body whenever it happens. It didn't matter when holding onto something that was useful, preventing such from happening, to stop it.

It’s a world that was meant to be only one person's, and it somehow became hers, when her eyes could only remember seeing white from where she's previously belonged in. That wasn't her world anymore, it was gone now, there's no reason for her to return there.

No more.

#oc x canon #across the spiderverse #miles morales 1610 #miles morales 42 #Poetic shit

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martianbugsbunny · 1 year

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Reader, Plo Married Him (A Short PloKit Fic)

Alrighty, here is my first foray into writing PloKit! (With any luck, it won’t be my last; I love the ship and I would like to keep writing for it if the Muse is agreeable.) If you don’t like Jedi ships, don’t get on my case; if you do, read on!

Plo Koon had experienced many beautiful things in his life.

He’d been to Dantooine, once, and found a system of dramatic waterfalls in a hidden-away park. The grass there was vibrant green and fresh, and the flowers growing next to the footpaths were the most unimaginably beautiful shades of violet. The air mingled together the scents of the blossoms, the grass, the wooden bridges over the streams, and the water itself. He’d stood on one of the bridges, behind a smaller waterfall, and looked into the river; the water was clear, bubbling over a bed of white seashells.

That was beautiful.

He’d been to Orto Plutonia, a snow-covered planet orbited by the moon of Pantora. Wrapped in a heavy jacket, he’d stood on a snowy ridge and watched as the moon glittered down across the white drifts, extending to the horizon and beyond. The air was clear and crisp, even when filtered through Plo’s mask. He knelt down and ran his hand through the snow, watching it furrow beneath his sharp fingertips. It was serene, and it was vast, and it gave Plo the most delightful feeling of smallness.

That was beautiful.

He’d been to the moon Yavin 4, covered in lush jungle terrain. He’d sat in the crook of a gnarled old tree branch, looking at a view of next to nothing because the trees were so dense. At night, he’d climbed down and found bioluminescent moss carpeting the jungle floor, shining the finest shade of magenta he’d ever seen. The sparkling fireflies that hovered in the air, like the moss was dissipating into the air—Plo could’ve sat down to watch those until he was no more than a mass of old bones. The humidity in the air was clingy and warm, and Plo loved the way it felt against his thick skin.

That was beautiful.

But what he was staring at right now? That, without a doubt, was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Before him stood a tall, green-skinned man with tentacles where many species might have had hair. The cream-colored, lace-trimmed robe he wore left most of his broad chest bare. For once, he didn’t have on leggings or boots, either, his slightly-webbed feet bare, the Aurebesh tattoos on his ankles visible.

That beautiful view was Kit Fisto. And for the best half hour of Plo’s life, Kit had been his husband.

Kit leaned on the balcony overlooking the private beach attached to the small cabin they were renting. Plo’s heart fluttered; Kit didn’t have a chance to visit the ocean often, and yet here he was, gazing at Plo instead of the waves.

“What are you thinking about?” Kit asked, extending his hand. Plo smiled beneath his anti-ox mask and walked over to join Kit at the railing.

“The man of my dreams,” Plo answered. Usually Kit said sappy things like that, but if there was one day Plo would indulge, it would have to be his wedding day.

“Oh, do tell,” Kit teased. “Is he handsome?”

Plo ran a forefinger lightly over Kit’s bicep. “Stunning.”

“And clever?”

“Oh, the cleverest.”

“And is he everything you hoped he’d be?” Kit’s tone suddenly became softer, his eyes more searching.

Plo wished he were taller, so he could press his forehead against Kit’s and drive his words home. “Everything and more,” he whispered.

Kit moved his hands to Plo’s waist and lifted him to sit on the railing. “You get your point across fine, when you speak to my heart,” he said gently. Plo, taller now with the added height of the marble rail, leaned his forehead against Kit’s anyway.

The two had left the Jedi Order, for the sake of their relationship. It had taken them both by surprise; they had spent time on missions together during the Clone Wars, now several years over, and slowly they had fallen in love. Both of them had thought about it seriously for a long time, and come to the mutual conclusion that they would serve the Force in their own way, separate from the Order, and allow themselves to become attached at the heart.

Despite the fact that they had left the Order (much to the other Jedi Council members’ disapproval) both felt a serenity that only came from the Force. Kit was fond of saying that the Force approved of their attachment to each other; Plo wasn’t sure he believed it, but it sounded pretty.

Either way, since giving up the Order’s strict code, the two had been more attuned to each other through the Force; since making their bond official earlier that day, Plo could’ve sworn they had become practically one being.

Kit’s gaze flickered across the goggles that Plo wore to keep his eyes from breaking down in an oxygen atmosphere. Kit would’ve gone to a planet more conducive to Plo’s biology, if he had wanted to, but Plo insisted that because he was more used to wearing protective gear, it would be the least bother to do it that way.

Kit did wish that he and Plo could look into each other’s naked eyes, just once. He’d never kept that a secret, and Plo often found himself agreeing with the sentiment. But Kit also marveled, nearly every day, that there was science enough to keep two beings with such different biologies in one home, in one room. He marveled that there was science enough that a man to whom oxygen was poison could sleep next to him on a planet with oxygen in its atmosphere.

“What now?” Plo asked. “The ceremony’s done, but I feel like we’ve forgotten something.”

Kit reached into his pocket. “The rings,” he said, grinning. “On my homeworld, it’s tradition to exchange rings in private, when the guests are gone. It’s symbolic.”

“Of giving your spouse your heart,” Plo guessed, and by the look on Kit’s face, he knew he guessed right. “You have all of mine that you want,” he said, sliding a thin silver band onto Kit’s left ring finger.

“And you have all of mine,” Kit replied, putting a similar ring onto’s Plo’s hand. For Plo, only having three fingers and a thumb, it was worn on the middle finger, as Kel Dor tradition suggested. His talons, and most of the time, his talon guards, were on those fingers. Only with Kit did he go without the guards, and that gesture was as symbolic for his people as the private exchange was for Kit’s.

Plo thought he would’ve been quite happy to marry Kit with no symbolism, no traditions, no ceremony. Five minutes to make it legal in the eyes of Republic law would’ve been enough for him.

Still...there was something magical about the sum of their cultural rites. And there was something magical about the way the sun glittered over the sea as it set, casting orange and yellow light across the water.

Kit hauled himself up onto the railing, and he and Plo turned to watch the sunset. Plo leaned his head against Kit’s shoulder, solid muscle and strong from years of lightsaber training and swimming. Kit leaned his head against Plo’s.

Yes, they had both given up a lot to be in this moment. But that was the thing, wasn’t it; it wasn’t just a moment. For the rest of their lives, they would be able to unashamedly lean on each other, hold each other, and adore each other.

It was worth it.

#star wars #Star Wars: the clone wars #kit fisto #plo koon #plokit #fic #Star Wars fic #canon divergence #au #clone wars happy ending au #martianbugsbunny writes fic

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ericsonclan · 2 years

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Getting Ready for Pride

Summary: The Ericson kids get ready for Pride.

Word Count: 2125

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“Alright, everyone better be working on getting ready!” Ruby called out from the kitchen as she finished decorating the last few Pride cupcakes. She was glad that Clementine’s dad had agreed to let them prepare at his house, making things a little less chaotic.

“Yeah, let’s get this party started!” Louis beamed, strolling forward. As he walked by Clementine she couldn’t help but look at his butt. Not for the normal reasons this time though: it was because the word “Ally” was bedazzled on the back of his booty shorts.

“Hey, Lou, when did you make those pants?” Clementine asked, sitting down so that AJ could help with her face paint. Determination sparkled in the boy’s eyes as he made sure to get the pink, purple, and blue just right for the flag.

“Renata helped make them for me! She made others for the other allies too but they weren’t as supportive as me,” Louis teased as he gave a look at Brody. She was in the midst of painting Duck’s nails in magenta, yellow, and cyan.

“I was trying to get up the courage to but then I spilled something on them and when I washed the pants all the press-on gems fell off,” Brody returned her focus to her friend’s nails.

“Noooo, what a tragedy,” Louis was being dramatic as ever before he grabbed some colored hair ties and made his way over to his wife. Clementine looked ready for this Pride. Where the wear and tear was on the baseball cap her bio dad had given her she had placed a bi flag pin. Her shirt read proudly “I Swing Both Ways Violently With a Bat” and held two baseball bats crossing over each other. Both bats as well as the background were in bi-colors.

“Hey, little man, want to help me put some hair ties in Clem’s hair?” Louis asked with a smile that grew when he saw how excited AJ was.

“Wash your hands off first,” Clementine added, then watched her little brother scamper off to do as he was told. Louis and Clementine watched him for a minute before Louis kissed his wife’s cheek and sat down.

“Maybe you should help out the others,” Clementine brushed her hand against Louis’ before he intertwined their fingers.

“Mmm, you first. Then I’ll help out around the room,” Louis leaned back in his chair. “So just you wait, Vi!” “Don’t need your help,” Violet mumbled as she focused on braiding Prisha’s hair. Carefully she worked to intertwine ribbons of orange, white and pink.

Louis gave a mock gasp and clutched his heart but he soon returned to his task at hand when AJ returned.

“Thank you for the help,” Prisha whispered as Violet finished up the braid.

“Glad to help,” Violet smiled then sat still as Prisha worked to paint little lesbian flags on her wife’s face. Being as careful as ever, Prisha made sure not to get any paint on Violet’s shirt. It was a cute design with a little solar system and planets where a spaceship with the lesbian flag colors on its side shot off into space. On the shirt, it read “Certified Space Lesbian”. Prisha had chosen to wear a shirt in a similar vein. Cartoon moons in all different phases were prominent on the shirt, all of them splashed with the lesbian flag colors and underneath it said “Not a Phase”.

“Okay, all done,” Prisha leaned forward with a smile and stole a quick kiss from her wife. The kiss turned into two before Brody’s voice appeared.

“Hey, Prish, do you still want help with your nails and makeup?”

“Yes, that would be lovely,” Prisha held out her hands and Brody worked with a delicate touch to make the best possible nail art for Prisha. Minutes quickly passed until the sound of loud laughter drew Violet and Prisha’s attention over towards their daughter.

Allison was sitting down. Her backpack shimmering in the bi-colors rested on her back with a “Be Gay Do Crimes” pin stuck to the front pocket. Her boyfriend Willy was busy spreading the colors pink, purple, and blue as war paint on her face.

“You look so cool! A bi warrior!” Willy grinned as Allison gave a soft laugh as the feelings of his fingers on her face tickled.

“Good, don’t want to look lame,”

‘You totally don’t!” Willy excitedly put some more on his girlfriend’s face until she was called over by Violet.

“Allie, come here for a second,”

Allison quickly got up from her spot and strolled over towards where her parents were. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much, just made this for you,” Violet pulled a pin out of her pocket. Allison took it and stared at the design. It was a little black crow standing proudly with a bi flag in its mouth.

“Don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’m going to,” A small smile tugged on Allison’s lips as she put the pin on next to her other one. Without warning, she wrapped Violet in a fast hug.

“No hug for me,” Prisha spoke in a teasing tone, not expecting anything from it. Her eyes were large when her daughter gave her a hug too then walked away.

“Want to grab some snacks?” Allison asked Willy who gave a small cheer and followed her into the kitchen.

“Make sure to eat the cupcakes, I made them, so they kick ass!” Renata called out to the teenagers as she rolled by in her rainbow-colored roller skates. The pan flag she wore as a cape fluttered in the wind with her movement and showed off her Pride-themed booty shorts. A magenta, yellow and cyan-colored flower lay nestled in her side bun. She wanted to go all out and that meant that she had to find Sophie to help with her face paint and makeup. As Renata rolled by Minnie though and saw her wife leaning over in her ripped jeans and faded aesthetic shirt with oranges, white, and pinks, she couldn’t help but redirect.

Minnie was completely focused on helping her little brother with his face paint. Tenn sat there silently with a gentle smile, wearing a shirt with an abstract design in the bi-colors. Minnie carefully worked to paint his right cheek when suddenly she felt someone smack her butt.

“Looking hot, babe,” Renata’s flirtatious voice appeared from behind her. That combined with the action startled Minnie and caused her to smear the paint across Tenn’s face.

“Shit, fuck, sorry, Tenn!” Minnie frantically apologized then worked to clean up the mess.

“Oh, sorry, Tenn,” Renata gave an apologetic look to her brother-in-law.

“It’s okay. Maybe just don’t keep smacking Minnie’s butt,” Tenn suggested. Considering this was the third time she’d done that today and the third mistake it had caused it was time to stop before things got more chaotic.

“Right! Okay, I won’t even look at Min’s butt,” Renata broke that promise immediately.

“Oooh, decided to make your face paint look abstract too, Tenn?” Sophie strolled forward with a casual smile.

“Something like that,” Tenn returned the smile as Minnie worked to wipe his face so she could start again.

“Well, it looks like Minnie is helping you out. Ren, need my help?” Sophie looked over at her best friend.

“Yes! I want pan hearts on my face and sexy makeup!” Renata rolled over and plopped herself down in a chair.

“Okay. Leave it to me!" Sophie placed down her makeup and face painting kits and got to work. Renata hummed a happy tune then gave a playful wave over to Duck. Her pan buddy returned the wave as he made a Superman pose while wearing his pan flag as a cape. He stood proudly in the shirt that his partner had given him. Oakley had designed a shirt with a cute duck on it. In one hand the duck held a frying pan and in the other, it held a pan flag. Duck’s smile never seemed to fade which highlighted his facepaint. Soon he turned his attention to Oakley.

“How are you doing, Knox?”

“Good,” Oakley mumbled as they tossed some rainbow-colored granola into their mouth. They had brought it for everyone but they had also been hogging it. Stretching out their legs, Oakley showed off their plain white sneaks that held little magenta, yellow and cyan beads on the laces. They seemed to be vibing well, happy that they had went with a loose shirt that was in the non-binary colors. As long as they had granola and Duck they were fine. That was clear by the small smile on their lips as they held their husband’s hand.

“Okay, just need to finish up two more colors,” Aasim explained as he moved on from the aromantic colors he had put on Omar’s cheek and worked on the ace colors on his other cheek.

“Thanks,” Omar spoke calmly, making sure not to move too much and accidentally get paint on his black shirt that had aesthetic aroace colored lines.

“Don’t mention it,” Aasim smiled and worked to clean any paint off his hands then wandered over to Ruby. The bi flag cape he wore swayed with his steps, showing his equal rights shirt.

“Hey, Ruby, I know I already have face paint but can you help put little pink, purple, and blue flames on my arms?”

“Sure, Pookie, just sit down over there,” Ruby gave her husband a soft kiss then went over to borrow some paint from Sophie.

Everything was going great until Louis noticed something. “Jesse, where’s your pride merch?”

Louis’ question made everyone look over to see that Jesse was wearing a plain black tight t-shirt and some jeans.

“Didn’t feel like it.”

“BOOO! Where’s your pride!” Clementine crowed and soon the others were giving Jesse a hard time.

Finally, he grumbled deeply and sighed. “Fine, one item. That’s all I’ll let you guys choose for me,” Jesse stood there and looked expectantly at the others. Before anyone could give any sort of responsible response Renata had already blurted out her answer.

“Gay thong!”

Everyone was silent at that as Jesse glared at her.

“What? Come on, Jesse, don’t be a stick in the mud. Join the thong squad!”

“You have a thong on?” Minnie whispered as she leaned over towards her wife who gave her a look.

“Umm, yeah, it's Pride. Everyone wears thongs.”

“No, we don’t,” Violet grumbled and crossed her arms.

“What’s a thong?” AJ asked and watched all eyes turn to him.

“Uh uh, not a word.” Clementine held up a finger. Her eyes looked over at Renata who seemed to be trying to give Allison a secret message. But after Clementine gave a look over at her, Allison pretended she didn’t see Renata’s signal.

“Wait, where’s James?”

Tenn’s question made everyone look around until they heard a door further down the hall open. James rolled forward in rainbow rollerskates. A gay man pride flag of green, white and blue fluttered majestically behind him. He had loudly colored rainbow sunglasses on, glitter lip balm, and rainbow booty shorts on.

“Ready for Pride, sluts?” James asked with a huge smile. He only got this way during the month of June.

“Hell yeah, we are!” Renata rolled on over and fist-bumped James before they booty bumped. The two of them were as thick as thieves in that moment while the others watched in silence. That was until Louis spoke up.

“James! Your husband isn’t wearing anything for Pride!”

That caught James’ attention. He stopped his hijinks and looked over at Jesse with soft eyes. “Jesse,”

“Fine. Fine. Okay, someone paint my face!”

“On it!’ Sophie vaulted over a chair and went over to Jesse. As she started to work on Jesse’s face paint, James worked to braid ribbons of greens, white, and blues into a small section of Jesse’s long hair. Once that was done Jesse whispered a small thanks and pressed a kiss to James’ cheek. Picking out a simple pin, Jesse was all set and so was everyone else.

“Okay, everyone grab some water bottles and have any last snacks you want. Go to the bathroom now before Marlon and Mitch show up with the cars,” Ruby instructed. She worked to assign who would be in which car and after arguing with some folks on their assigned carpools everything was set. A few minutes passed and the honking of car horns made it clear that Mitch and Marlon had arrived. “Alright, let’s shake a leg!” Ruby clapped her hands together and made sure everyone was good to go. As everyone entered the cars they all talked happily, the excitement clear in their voices. They were ready for Pride.

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thecutestgrotto · 1 month

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Header + Divider Sets:

Pink Blossoms

Wooden Planks

Night Forest

Yellow Flowers

Earth / Earth Day

Galaxy

Watercolor Flowers

Red Pandas and Bamboo

Taylor Swift: Tortured Poets Department

Jellyfish

Support + MDNI Sets:

Adult Content/MDNI Warnings

Support Your Creators

Glowing Neon MDNI

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Divider Sets:

Blue Doodles -> Magenta Version

Geodes

Easter

Black Lined Hearts -> Purple Version

Cats -> More Cats

Dogs

Golden Foil Flowers

Origami Animals

Stars

Cute Coquette

Books -> Pink and Purple Books

Baby Yoda / The Mandalorian

Legos

Blurry Rainbow Hearts

Art Supplies

Firefighters

Pink Royalty

Heart Garlands

Trees

Swords and Cherry Blossoms

Bubbles

Dinosaurs / Dino Nuggets

Glitter

Cute Bows

Red Decorative Lines

Rainbow Clouds

Avocados

Minecraft

Teddy Bears

Fairytales

Purple and Blue Butterflies

Ducks

Pirates

Celestial Sun and Moons

Pixel Arcade

Black Lace

Oranges and Orange Blossoms

Coffee

Pots and Pans

Music and Radios

Red Lace Hearts

Pink Spring Flowers

Jewel Toned Lines

Ravens

Lesbian Visibility Week

Black and Purple Witchy Aesthetic

Cactus Plants

Hearts and Sparkles

Baby Otters and Crabs

Blurry Rainbow Flowers

Apples and Roses

Bumblebees

Steampunk

Mother’s Day

Black Bold Lines

Fish

#master list #navigation #headers #dividers #post dividers #banners #graphic design #canva pro

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fermented-writers-block · 2 years

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Purple’s Odd Usage in Amphibia

Simply put, the way purple is incorporated into the show is weird. So much so that I suspect there's actually a secret color quadfecta hidden right in front of us. Let me explain:

We all know how much the magenta green cyan RGB color triad has been emphasized throughout the show, from the gems of the music box to the Red Strength-Green Wit-Blue Heart meaning of the girls’ calamity powers. Yet despite said constant emphasis on this triad, something that has always stuck out to me like a sore thumb are the girls’ color palettes.

For one of THE primary main characters of the show and for someone whose calamity power is BLUE in theming, Anne’s design and most prominent outfits the first two seasons almost overwhelmingly tend to either center around the color purple or use purple as a distinguishing highlight. And despite both multiple chances to acquire new clothes and having brought multiple changes of clothes in her backpack - particularly to the point Bessie and Microangelo’s whole subplot pointed out she seriously needed a change - she still held onto her same purple uniform and merely added a chest plate over it.

In fact, comparing the colors of the trio’s pre-Amphibia designs makes Anne stand out even more, as her association with purple completely precedes even meeting Sasha. And strangely enough, factoring in Sasha’s blue jackets with her magenta themed clothes leads to her and Marcy’s green fulfilling the show’s emphasized RGB color triad on their own. Even in Season 2 where Sasha’s armor transitioned to a more solidly red theming from Season 1′s neutral muddy browns as the seeds of growth were planted, the blue theming in the trio’s designs shifted over to Marcy’s skirt patch and cloak as a primary aspect of her outfit, whereas Anne’s outfit only received a light highlight of blue at a very late stage of the season for just a few episodes.

It has yet to be fully seen where the girls’ changing designs might be heading for this final third of the show, but as it stands, I strongly suspect they will continue to center around and further explore this mysterious Red Green Blue Purple color quadfecta.

Especially considering it also seems to inherently subtly be a large part of either the Calamity Box, portals, and or the power of the gems at that like explored under the cut:

For example, in the S3 intro, the entire music box glows purple, and in True Colors, while it’s hard to tell the exact colors used for the multicolored flash coming from the center of the gems, the sparkles coming off of said flash are subtly colored purple at that.

Furthermore, even the original intro/sequence of the girls being transported to Amphibia features the easy to miss inclusion of purple as an understated fourth color as seen with the four frames the box completely disappears like indicated with the color of the moon, and from the colors Anne flashes as she fully arrives in Amphibia (there’s a few frames where she’s see through or briefly flickers out of existence in between these distinct colors, and white is more of a neutral color than its own distinct thing):

Now, none of the second half of glowing happens in Marcy or Sasha’s theme song takeover, but that can be chalked up to a bunch of factors like the takeovers skipping over the flashing or including it in Anne’s as THE primary intro with the biggest budget and most important version to detail.

Either way, as the confusing mess of colors with yellows and multicolored lightning from the box during the first second after opening like can be presumed to be it essentially “charging up” or preparing the portal process, the four distinct colors of what seems to be the actual teleportation itself still stand out due to being part of the most important aspect of that sequence.

And fascinatingly, True Colors seems to distinguish purple as its own color even further when one takes stock of Andrias’ flashback to before the box’s theft.

In the present day, only the castle glowed blue out of the entire city upon activation, Andrias’ throne remains unlit, and the box’s pedestal is distinctively colored red, blue, and green as a reminder for those wondering.

On a side note, while purple does have its ancient history of being strongly associated with royalty, Andrias’ implicit role as Anne’s narrative foil does make it a bit striking how -with brown being a neutral color for clarification- his trio also splits up this RGBP color quadfecta in the frog with magenta/red, the toad with green, and Andrias with blue while continuing to be decked out in purple between the past and the present.

Altogether, while it's possible to argue that the show crew simply just randomly used purple as a decorative color for fun, I find purple's consistent apparent usage as a distinct color from the magenta green cyan RGB color show triad in A) a scene which has been repeatedly emphasized throughout the show and whose direct surrounding context has yet to be seen, B) both main variations of nearly every episode's opening and as part of THE show's central artifact/the first few things both openings show, C) several glaring discrepancies between how the box is used in the present day and the past, and D) THE main human character's primary outfit despite it raising more questions about why Anne doesn't have blue in her design a bit too much to brush off so easily.

Now, for what the hidden meaning purple could have for Anne and the calamity powers, it’s rather difficult to say. I’m not confident relying on color symbolism due to the hundreds of differing subjective interpretations out there. And relying on the show itself isn’t quite possible yet due to the current lack of attention or explicit meaning attributed to the color so far -especially since the liberal the usage of the RGB color triad and the rarity of purple makes it hard to distinguish where to look.

Overall, this post is meant to draw attention to the weirdness surrounding purple in Amphibia, and while I haven’t been able to come to any actual conclusions yet, I hope that bringing in some new perspectives can help with doing so.

That being said, there are two places that I could see as potential future avenues the show might explore.

First is the easy to overlook split second detail of Valeriana's teeth and pupils glowing purple in Bizarre Bazaar, which given her mysterious order and her position with the inner workings of the second temple I'd say marks this as a potential Chekov's detail:

And second is Hop Pop's berry rhymes from the start of Wally and Anne. When you look at the episode as a whole, the entire opening's focus on said rhymes sticks out from how little of a bearing it actually has on the rest of the episode or on the characters. That, and from how it's the only instance within the entire show where pairings of colors rather than just each color on their own are assigned any sort of meaning whatsoever as follows:

"Blue and red, instantly dead."

"Green and red, be well fed." / "Or was that 'Green and red, instantly dead?"

"Purple and green heals your spleen!"

Note: The following is mainly me going on a highly speculative discussion on the rhymes’ hypothetical meanings and my personal interpretations, so take them as you will

As an aside, while the first two's meanings are rather abstract and hard to decipher to say the least, the episode's focus on Hop Pop's confusion about what the actual ending to the pairing of Green with Red is seems likely to hold some foreshadowing or intentional clue to it. From that, either both meanings are true, neither are true, or it's a matter of figuring out which one is more correct/a case of it seeming one way but actually being the other (though given Sprig didn't instantly die from shoving a bunch of red and green berries into his mouth, my money's on the first positive interpretation as the correct one).

For the third rhyme however, I feel it's important to note that it was said while Hop Pop and the Plantars were walking off and thus quieter and not as easy to hear as the first two, and that as one might notice in light of the rest of this post, it features another case of purple interrupting the show's emphasis of the RGB triad. After all, if it was just about a color triad, the third rhyme ought to have been about Green and BLUE berries instead.

And in contrast to the vague ‘warning/good’ meaning of the first two rhymes, this this rhyme also refers to a specific bodily organ. Perhaps the writers just latched onto the word purely for its rhyming capability with 'green" since medically speaking, it mainly functions as a blood filter, but with some of the symbolism behind the organ, well...

Sure is interesting how "spleen" essentially has become a sister word to 'heart' with an emphasis on anger and such in our modern lexicon. Particularly with the way the primarily purple themed Anne Boonchuy holds onto the blue power of Heart, and how the sole berry rhyme that breaks away from the RGB color theming is about the pairing of purple and green together.

I know I brought up before how the RGBP color quadfecta was split between the girls' pre-Amphibia/friendship designs, but with how Anne's current outfit has red and blue take center stage over her old customary purple plus the way the color quadfecta theming could be seen as having shifted around in S2, it's honestly making my brain supply a hypothetical scenario where next time we see Sasha, her clothes have taken on a purple hue, while Anne's gradually starts losing hers over the course of the season.

After all, Anne's emotions are likely to be put to the test with the amount of repression she has going on and what she'll have to deal with when she gets back to Amphibia, and it would be thematically fitting in several ways if Anne and Sasha find themselves having essentially swapped narrative positions in a third season finale sword fight while wearing the primary colors the other had started out with pre-Amphibia. And there is the whole question about what "Blue and red, instantly dead" could mean as a color pairing, or how the third berry rhyme is about purple and green together "healing the [insert body organ associated with the heart/temper]," which in this scenario could be interpreted as Marcy and a now purple Sasha helping a blue and red Anne with her emotions in some capacity.

Of course, that is just a VERY wild speculative scenario at the moment and it doesn't quite get us any closer to the answer of what purple might specifically mean on its own in the context of the show or the color quadfecta, but like my good ole pal @mira-blue would say, I wonder if all of this together might mean anything...

#amphibia #amphibia theory #amphibia meta #amphibia speculation #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #amphibia anne #calamity trio #calamity box #long post #VERY long post #final annetagonist theory #corruptianne theory

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thylacines-toybox · 10 months

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Magenta Sparkle Moon Heart got an essential sparkledog upgrade: angel and devil wings!

I was originally going to make her wings as a wearable harness type thing, but decided to just sew them on instead. She also got a few new accessories!

#wolf #sparkledog #nature planet #plushie #toys #modded toy #bright colour #pink #purple #toy with accessories #Magenta Sparkle Moon Heart #also she had some brain surgery i guess. that unicorn horn shes wearing was tried out on her head first but i changed my mind.

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lovetorn · 3 years

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Life Was A Willow [Part 1]

Witch Hunter!Dream x Witch!Fem!Reader

Part 2 Part 3

Summary: it's always been hunters vs. witches, right?

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings for part 1: violence, swearing

A/N: AHHHH !! It's finally here !! i'm going to be posting this in parts, originally 2, but looking at it now, it may even possibly be 3 parts. i've been working on this for months and i'm extremely happy with it !! i hope you guys love it as much as i do !!

The leaves of the willow tree rustle loudly whilst Y/n kneels in front of the raspberry bush. With each piece of the fruit, her fingertips are stained with a deep magenta as she plucks them off of the branches. Bark and twigs dig into her knees sharply when she reaches forward to grasp one last raspberry, but before she has the chance to pick it, the sound of horse hooves galloping on the dirt startle her.

“Ma’am! Are you alright?” A deep voice calls. Y/n sighs, standing from her spot on the ground before she turns around.

Five men on tan horses surround her. Her heart skips a beat when she recognises their uniforms. Witch hunters. With the nod of her head, Y/n smiles. “I’m doing just fine, gentlemen! Thank you for your concern.”

Although, she doesn’t recognise any of their faces—especially the man in a mask. The girl tilts her head at the sight of it; hardly any hunters wear a mask. But, what confuses her more is the taunting smile drawn lazily across the white ceramic. “Are you sure? There’s a whole lot of danger in these parts, sweetheart!”

Y/n almost rolls her eyes but stops before they catch onto her. “I promise, I’m completely fine.” She wishes she could see the expression of the man in the mask.

None of the hunters reply before they kick the sides of their horses and ride off in the opposite direction they came. Panic sets in as Y/n drops her basket of berries and sets off into a sprint, her skirts catching under her feet.

Being this far from home with hunters close-by is risky, Y/n knows this. But the raspberry bush had just ripened and she promised Wilbur she would bake him a raspberry cheesecake in return for repairing her wand.

Her lungs burn as she pushes open the small wooden gate that surrounds the house.

“Niki!” Y/n yells, her voice cracking slightly in fear. Her friend spins around from her spot in the garden. “Y/n! Take a look at the rose—“

Y/n only shakes her head, turning back in panic. “Hunters.”

“Quickly then, get inside, we must inform Wilbur.”

The pair rush into the cottage, Niki’s rose bush and Y/n’s basket of berries left behind.

The back door slams against the wall, only to be shut and locked as soon as it was opened. Wilbur stands from his spot at the dining table with a puzzled expression.

“How many?” Wilbur runs a hand over his face.

“A whole army. The King’s been busy; there’s a lot of new faces.”

The man sighs deeply. He turns to face Niki, who sits on the kitchen stool with a look of fear on her face. Y/n swallows and peers out of the small window. She sees a flash of white and the sound of an arrow cutting the air. “They’re here. They’ve followed me.”

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Niki is the first to exit the house, her hands out in front of her. She clenches her jaw as she feels tingles through her muscles, her eyes shaped like crescent moons. The sound of branches cracking and leaves crunching makes her throw her hand to her right, which earns a distant cry as a hunter is thrown backwards.

Wilbur hurries around the house in search of his staff while Y/n whispers angrily at him to hurry up. The man lets out a quiet squeal when he spots it leaning against the living room wall and faces Y/n. He exhales, nodding once to tell her to go out the back door.

Y/n moves silently whilst passing windows and eventually through the door. Her eyes dart in every direction as she steps onto the dirt beneath her. The only sound is the snapping of bows and faint cries from the front of the house.

“Witch!” A voice calls. Y/n lifts her hands up, flecks of glitter-like sparkles falling from her fingertips. “We come to you on behalf of the King; he wishes to discuss potential alliances with you.”

Y/n struggles to distinguish where the voice comes from before there’s a hand on her back and she’s being pushed to the ground. She scowls and turns to face the person behind her; a man with a white bandana tied around his head.

Y/n jumps up instantly, moving her finger in a circular motion until the man’s feet begin to lift off the ground.

“Hey, hey! No!” He yells, scrambling to grasp the sword attached to his back. Y/n raises an eyebrow as she gets a closer look at the weapon.

“A diamond sword? Huh? Did Technoblade give you that?”

The man visibly stills, his hands fumbling the sword as he brings it up beside his face. “Yeah, what about it?”

Y/n shakes her head, a sad smile on her cheeks. “Nothing, Techno’s an old friend of mine. Tell me, is he well?”

The squeal of an arrow stops the man from answering her question. Y/n steps back when the sharp object swizzles past her head. “That wasn’t very nice.”

She chooses to pay no attention to the other hunter, who hides behind a tree and instead focuses on the one in front of her.

“Are you new?” Y/n asks calmly.

The man nods before Y/n lowers him back onto his feet. “Name. Now. That’s not a question but a demand.”

“Sapnap.”

Y/n squints at him. “Odd.”

“Y/n! We need help!” Wilbur calls from the opposite side of the house. Y/n sighs and places her hands back to her sides. The man with the diamond sword narrows his eyes at her, jerking his neck to the side to stretch it.

Y/n sighs in annoyance and sweeps him to the side, the roots from Niki’s rose bushes wrapping tightly around his body; not enough to hurt him, but to keep him immobile.

Y/n goes to step in the direction of the front of the house but is stopped by the man in the mask. A bow and quiver sit on his back and Y/n glances at them, planning on destroying them. “Don’t even think about it.”

Y/n is taken aback by the man’s forwardness and watches as he draws a dagger from his boot. Y/n raises her hands again, her eyes turning to slits as she awaits the man’s next moves.

As anticipated, he lunges forward, the knife tightly held in his fist. Y/n swiftly dodges, her hands moving majestically around to form a divet in the ground for him to fall into. However, she is quickly mistaken when he spins on his heel and steps over the growing hole.

“Nice tactic,” The man teases. “But not good enough.” Y/n is annoyed that she can’t see his face—she'd love to see what it’d look like after this.

Y/n rolls her eyes, a bored look on her face. She sighs deeply and steps into a fighting stance. She notices the man doing the same.

“Nice footwork,” Y/n says, stomping one foot into the earth before it starts to vibrate. “But not good enough.”

The man’s face falls and pales behind his mask as vines come to conceal his feet. Y/n smirks as he falls onto the dirt with a thump. The man lays with his back against the ground and his arms outstretched as Y/n stands above him.

She smiles at him—her grin is more genuine than usual, which is odd considering the circumstances—and leans down and places her mouth near his ear. “You know, you did pretty well for being a new hunter.”

The man scoffs then laughs in response. “Thanks.”

—

A hunter draws his sword, one made out of netherite, and Wilbur’s eyes grow in shock. “How did you get that?”

The man smirks and lifts the weapon high into the air. He brings it down towards Wilbur, who quickly matches the hunter’s strength with his staff. The two objects clash against one another and white light begins to seep through the lines in the staff.

Wilbur inhales sharply at the sight and pushes the man away with all his might. His staff starts to vibrate and soon the wood cracks in various places.

“Wil, move!” Y/n comes from behind him, her hands out wide as she lifts the hunter into the air and towards a tree. His body slams against the bark, making pieces fall onto the grass before branches weave around the man, enclosing him in a cocoon.

“Thanks,” Wilbur smiles, although it falters when he notices his staff becoming weak. “But I think it’s the end for this guy.”

Y/n frowns, her fingers caressing the cracked wood. “We can’t repair this. You must go to Quackity, he’ll be able to fix it.”

“I can’t fix this.”

Y/n’s jaw goes slack before she stands from the long table. “Alex! Why not?”

Quackity stifles a sly laugh as he rounds the table, picking up the broken staff on the way past. “It’s beyond repair. You see, when netherite and magical objects mix, the netherite completely destroys any magic within it. Therefore making it impossible to fix.”

Wilbur rolls his eyes, “We know that already, Sherlock, which is why we brought it to you thinking you could help us. But you clearly can’t, so we’ll be on our way.”

Quackity’s eyes widen and he drops the stick onto the table once more. “No! I–I can fix it, just give me a few days.”

Y/n raises an eyebrow, suspicious of his sudden enthusiasm. She slams the staff onto the table from Quackity’s hands and looks him in the eye. “No fucking around, okay, Alex? You fix this staff or there will be consequences. Got it?”

The man looks around his cave in search of something. Y/n squints as she watches him duck under rocks and dodge around cauldrons.

“Karl? Have you got any wands?” He calls down a hallway. Y/n and Wilbur meet gazes, his eyes moving towards the staff before Quackity returns in a hurry.

“Well, I haven’t got a wand to cast a promising spell, but if you come back in 2 days, I’ll guarantee this staff will be good as new and back in business,” He smiles, snatching the wood from the table. “Free of charge, just for you.”

Wilbur nods hesitantly, glancing at Y/n before he stands. “Okay. See you then, I guess.”

Quackity grins. He slowly shifts his weight to his other foot as he waits for them to leave. But Y/n isn’t finished.

“If you trick us, Alex. I swear to god I will take that little hat if yours and shove it right—”

The younger man shakes his head, “There will be no need! I’d never trick you! I just want to help my friends.”

Wilbur winces on the word ‘friends’ and ducks his head as he exits the cave. “See you!” Quackity says before Y/n follows in suit.

“Karlos, we’ve got work to do!”

“Down this way!”

Dream’s eyes drift towards the small cottage he and the hunters were at yesterday. Sapnap rolls his neck and groans in pain. “You’d think they’d wait a few days before going out again.”

Dream ignores his friend’s complaints as the group nears the house. The tidy garden and ivy that intertwined along the roof are torn and disrupted, and Dream feels slightly guilty looking at the damage they did. But, upon arrival, the house is empty.

“It’s been abandoned!” A brunette hunter yells in confusion. Dream twists his lips and narrows his eyes at a faint snap a few feet away. The silence is deafening as he realises everyone else heard it too. “Don’t move. We’ve been ambushed.”

The men look up towards the trees above them; the canopy appears darker than usual. Suddenly, a hunter behind Dream yelps, and as he turns around to see what happened, the man is gone. This causes a collective gasp amongst the group, fear coursing through their veins.

“Hello, boys!” A voice calls from the trees. The hunters whip their head around, trying to decipher which direction it came from and readies their swords. However, Dream remains calm. He only raises his eyebrow at the sound of the voice continuing. “Lovely seeing you here.”

Another yell echoes through the group and another and another until only Dream and Sapnap remain.

“Hey, Snapmap. Can I call you that? Or is that only reserved for your friends?”

The younger boy furrows his eyebrows as his eyes lay on Y/n, floating down from the trees. Dream watches the same girl he fought yesterday, fling Sapnap’s sword away with the swish of her fingers. The pair tilt their heads at the action and remain quiet when Y/n begins laughing. “Calm down, you’re acting like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Dream feels someone behind him and then he turns around and swings his sword in one movement. He’s met with a slightly taller man, who immediately forces his sword backwards and onto the dirt.

Dream’s eyes widen before he brings his fists up. “This isn’t a fair fight.”

Wilbur struggles to contain his giggle as he meets Y/n’s gaze. “You want to take this one?”

Y/n nods and lifts her hands to drag Dream across the forest floor towards her. Dream is startled as he regains his balance. “Nice seeing you again, mask boy.”

“Can’t say I feel the same, witch,” Y/n smirks at his serious tone before she shoots her hand to the side to gather a sword from one of the hunters who sits tied to the branches above them.

“Get your sword, it’ll be a fair fight.”

Dream bends down to pick up his netherite sword, its purple aura intimidating to the iron one Y/n holds. “No magic.”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “Got it.”

And with the sound of metal scraping against metal, the fight begins.

Y/n steps back as Dream moves forwards. He bounces on the balls of his feet and adjusts his grip on the sword before he lunges forward. Y/n is quick to sidestep the sharp edge before she retaliates with her own movement. The pair continue barely missing each other, the interaction being a friendly fight rather than a deadly one. Y/n shifts her weight to her back foot as she watches Dream’s sword swing between them.

“What’s your name, anyway? I know Sapnap’s, so what’s yours?” Y/n asks, out of breath slightly. Dream squints as he dodges her swing at his abdomen. “Dream.”

“Well, Dream, you’re good with a sword. I’m Y/n, by the way.” Y/n mumbles, and what she doesn’t see is Dream’s cocky smile. She doesn’t question his odd name like she did with Sapnap yesterday, and it makes his stomach turn.

The pair stop for a second, staring at each other before Dream’s blade cuts the air and barely misses Y/n’s shoulder. The girl gasps at the closeness and scolds him.

In Dream’s moment of victory, and distraction, Y/n thrusts forwards, her sword coming to a halt at Dream’s throat. “I win. Again.”

Dream gulps. The feeling of the sharp point so prominent on his skin scares him. But, the soft look in Y/n’s eye tells him she’s not going to kill him. And as she begins to lower her sword, Dream’s foot sweeps under hers, causing her to tumble forward. There’s a dull thud of bodies hitting the dirt, and Y/n knows exactly where she is.

“I—Uh,” Dream mumbles, his hands hovering over Y/n’s hips as she lays on top of him.

“Thanks for that.” She murmurs. Dream hums and tries to help her maneuver off of him. The pair eventually stand and avoid eye contact, despite keeping it for close to 8 minutes straight previously.

“Get a room!” Sapnap yells from the tree. There’s a small grumble of laughter from the other hunters and Y/n shakes her head.

“How do you plan on getting down, Snapmap?” The youngest boy’s expression turns sour. Dream tilts his head back to observe the other hunters and laughs lightly—his throaty chuckle making Y/n look at him.

“Well, have fun!” Y/n calls as she slips away, but not before she bids Dream goodbye.

The hunters trudge through the castle gates with defeated expressions and their outfits muddy. The group share collective groans of pain as they walk the grounds, their muscles aching.

“What was all that between you and that witch?” Sapnap asks Dream whilst they enter the Hunters Wing of the castle. Dream shrugs and strips himself of his jacket, hanging it on the peg on the wall next to them.

The Hunters Wing of the castle is a large area with corridors of bedrooms and even more rooms for dining, training, cooking, reading, and more. The training room, however, is the largest out of all of them. Its high ceilings and concrete pillars make for a great place for target practice, surprise attack run-throughs, and performing hand-to-hand combat.

Dream spends most of his time here; Sapnap pokes fun at him for his constant preparation for new opportunities, but their other best friend, and the Prince, George, just applauds him for his determination—which eventually makes Sapnap agree.

“Nothing, and her name’s Y/n.” Dream’s lack of answer causes Sapnap to sigh loudly as he sits on the bench to untie his boots.

“Bullshit.” He exasperates. “There was definitely something there and you know it. But you better get over it, it's forbidden.”

Dream rolls his eyes and shrugs one shoulder. “Not forbidden, just frowned upon.”

Sapnap drops his shoes onto the cobblestone ground abruptly, groaning at his best friend before he stands and walks towards his bedroom. “You are such a—”

“Sapnap!” A new voice startles the boy, and Dream grins as soon as he recognises it.

“Georgie, don’t scare me like that, you idiot,” Sapnap whines, jogging over to the Prince to lightly punch his shoulder.

“Please, if that scared you then I’d consider you a—” Another light punch to his shoulder stops George from continuing.

“No swearing, Gogy,” Dream snickers as he walks towards the pair, heaving his duffle bag he collected from the cubby hole. He reaches his hand down to George’s cheek before pinching it. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your image.”

George shrugs both of the boys off of him with a scowl. “Get off of me, the both of you.”

Sapnap only giggles at George’s attempt at swatting their hands away, his own hand coming up to cover his smile. Dream places his bag on the floor, smirking, before letting out a soft laugh.

“Anyways, Dream had a moment with one of the witches today.”

George’s eyebrows raise as he turns to look at Dream, who rolls his eyes at the topic again. “Is she pretty?”

Dream goes to reply, yes, and she can fight really, really well, but Sapnap is quick to shut down his chance.

“George, it’s forbidden, why don’t you disapprove of this?” Sapnap’s brows furrow as he throws his hands around. Dream crosses his arms over his chest, irritated that he’s brought it up again, and now to the Prince.

The eldest shrugs. “I find magic more interesting and worth learning about, than dangerous. It would be so cool to have powers like that, don't you think?”

Sapnap groans again. “Ugh! You guys are so weird. Talk to me when you come to your senses about how it's destroying our world rather than helping it.” And ignoring Dream and George’s calls, he stalks to his room, leaving the pair in the training room.

“He’ll come around.” The Prince mumbles.

However, Dream doesn't say anything, picks up his duffle bag from the floor and takes off in the opposite direction, leaving George alone.

“Pricks.”

Y/n sits on the rocking chair on the patio of the cottage, a spellbook in her lap and a mug of lavender tea in her hand. The wind picks up slightly, making the leaves rustle and the trees sway around her. The chair rocks softly and the creaks of the house comfort her—especially in a time when everything is unknown.

As she goes to bring the cup to her lips, Y/n is startled by an object flying at her. She throws her opposite hand up to stop it before it hits her, the force causing the rocking chair to tilt backwards.

Y/n feels a sharp edge on her palm and her heart skips a beat. As she moves her hand away, she notices that the object is, in fact, not a dagger, but an envelope. She exhales loudly and feels her heart rate slow down from its once rapid beating.

Y/n examines the letter as it floats in front of her face and then grasps it in her fingers. The envelope is crisp and white and is closed with a red wax seal. The signature can only mean one thing: the Castle.

Opening the letter, there is a single white card with black calligraphy: Y/n, wait for the signal and I’ll meet you after dark, at the abandoned cottage that is East of the castle. We can talk then. –C

The witch furrows her eyebrows. C? Who is C?

She chooses against notifying Wilbur and Niki about the letter, and instead, slots it into her spellbook and takes a sip of her tea.

But, Y/n notices a return address on the card before she tucks it away, and flicks her hand back over her shoulder to summon a pen and paper. The pen stills in front of the card, waiting for Y/n to instruct it on what to write.

“Dear, C,” Y/n starts, she ponders for a moment before continuing. “I’ll be waiting for the signal, I hope it’s grand.”

Puckering her lips, Y/n swirls her finger around to fold the letter up and sends it back inside to package it.

The envelope, now sealed with periwinkle wax, flies out of the floor and then up into the sky and out of sight. Y/n sighs, mindlessly fiddling with the corner of the card she received.

Ok, she’ll meet them after dark. Whoever they are.

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The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 8

A/N: Part 8 is here lovelies! Let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! 🖤🔮🖤

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language

You and Zemo had sat there in silence in the green house for quite some time, watching the rain slowly die down. And though your eyes were focused on the rain, Zemo’s would occasionally leave the windows to glance at your profile, studying the features of your face and the scar that ran down your eye. It was then he noticed that you had a few others, like the smaller ones across your nose, eyebrow, and lip. These weren’t as prominent as the long one you had, they were older and starting to fade. Your cup was already empty while you stared out the glass windows. Your thoughts still dwelled on what Zemo had said to you earlier. As the sun’s rays started to peek out over the horizon, you let out a sigh, standing up as you did so. You needed to go outside and clear your mind.

“If you’ll excuse me. I should get dressed.” You spoke before leaving the glass room, your robe and nightgown flowing behind you as you went. Zemo watched you leave before getting up, taking the tray of the empty cups with him as he decided to get himself dressed as well.

You went back to your room to take a quick shower before grabbing some clothes from your closet to pack up. You threw on a black mock neck sweater and a pair of dark charcoal grey tweed pants along with your grey plaid blazer that had a black velvet collar. You stopped at your dresser and stared down at the intricate silver metal box that was tucked away in one of the drawers. You pulled it out, your fingers tracing along the floral and vine engraving before opening it. Inside the blue velvet lined box sat a silver necklace. Pulling the necklace out, you laid the pendant in the palm of your hand, it was a little crystal ball filled with tiny stars that had a silver tetrahedron point attached to the bottom of the sphere.

Your mother Asteria had given you this. Her being the goddess of shooting stars and nighttime divination such as oneiromancy and astrology, she had made this pendant for you and filled it with her favorite stars. And engraved on the bottom silver point were the words ‘For my favorite star of all. Love, your mother.’ Your heart sank at the words. She had made you this when you were little, to help you with your nightmares and when you had trouble sleeping. All you had to do was spin the sphere and watch the tiny night sky and shooting stars that were captured in it, and soon you would be fast asleep. The only reason you hadn’t used it, was because you would see your mother in your dreams. And though she had made it where she would be there to provide words of comfort, you couldn’t bear seeing her without breaking into tears. Wiping away the tear that slipped down your cheek you decided to put the necklace on anyways, looking in the mirror as it hung delicately under your collarbone, sparkling against the light in your room.

Lacing up your black docs and throwing your hair up in a braided low bun, you went downstairs and decided to head out to the stables as your dogs followed you out. You stopped by the kitchens on your way out, grabbing a big bag of some krystállinomílos, vegetables and a variety of peppers. You grabbed a few pieces of meat and tossed some to your dogs, laughing as they chowed it down eagerly. “I’ll be back pups.” After you exited the back entrance to your home and approached the stables, a smile broke out on your face as you saw your dark dappled grey Pegasus munching on some oats. Once she saw you she neighed in excitement, jumping around in her stall and stretching out her stormy grey wings.

“Thýella!” You beamed, stroking her forehead as you nuzzled your face against hers. “O pós mou leípeis! (Oh how I’ve missed you!)” You had always admired her and had her since you were but a small child back in Olympus. Zeus had given her to you on your birthday when she was merely a foal and you had named her Thýella, which translated to tempest since she reminded you of a storm. Her muzzle was black and faded to a grey as it went up her forehead. Her mane was jet black, and her tail started as black before fading to a white. Her body was a stormy grey with lighter colored spots throughout her coat before fading into black on her legs, save for her left legs that had a bit of white near her hooves.

“Páme gia mia vólta (Let’s go for a walk).” You told her as you set up her saddle and her reins before hoisting yourself on her back. You exited the stable, strolling through the green of your land as you headed towards the bigger stable you had. Getting off Thýella, you held her reins you stepped into the larger stable. As you peered into the wooden stalls you saw your dragon, his black, maroon red, and dark magenta scales rising and falling as he slept in his stall next to the pile of trinkets he has collected. You smiled once you saw him, he was a gift from your uncle Hades and you had him since he was a wee little dragon in his egg.

You creeped closer, hiding behind his stall before jumping out and scaring him. “Kólasi!”

Kólasi jolted awake, knocking his big horned head into the side of the stall before shaking it off. He stared at you with confusion in his fiery eyes, watching you giggle like you used to when you played with him as a child. He was surprised to see you here at first before squinting his large eyes at you and letting out a disgruntled huff as he turned his head away from you with his snout pointed in the air.

“Oh come on.” You teased. “Min eísai étsi (don’t be like that).” You stepped closer to him, stretching over to look in his eyes only to make him huff again as turned away even more. “Den mou leípses? (did you not miss me?)”

Kólasi side glanced at you, giving you a considering look before nuzzling your face since he was truly happy to see you again.

“Mou leípeis polý paliós fílos (I’ve missed you too old friend).” You chuckled as you scratched his head. “Éla. as páme éxo (Come. Let’s go outside).” You led them outside in the warm sunlight before plopping down on the grass with your bag of food. Kólasi sat down behind you, allowing you to lean back on him as his head craned around to face you. He lifted his wing up above you to provide some shade while you opened up your sacks of food. You handed over the krystállinomílos to Thýella and gave the meat, vegetables, and peppers to Kólasi. You grabbed a krystállinomílo for yourself, taking a bite out of the juicy fruit as you pondered on what the three were doing right now. They were most likely having breakfast since you informed Gudrun and the others to make something for them. You then wondered what they would think once they saw Kólasi and Thýella but decided not to dwell on it any longer since you knew there was only one reaction they would have, and it definitely wasn’t a positive one.

You felt Kólasi nudge his head against you, making you look at him. “Ti eínai aftó? (What is it?)” You watched as he nodded towards the sky and a smile appeared on your face. “I knew you’d say that. Éla Thýella. As páme na petáxoume. (Come Thýella. Let’s go fly.)” You went back into Kólasi’s stall, grabbing the special saddle you had made for him before going back outside and strapping it on his back. With a grunt, you climbed into his back, and considering he was about 16 to 18 feet tall standing on all fours, he always had to lower himself for you. Once you were situated and strapped onto the saddle, you held onto his neck as he flapped his dark red wings before taking off the ground. As you turned your head to look behind you, Thýella had just caught up with you and was flying beside you, your castle became smaller and smaller the higher up you went.

A smile was on your lips as you could see everything below you, relishing in the feeling of the wind against your cheeks as you went higher and higher until you could practically touch the clouds. With a small laugh, you stuck your hand out, feeling the whispy clouds slip through your fingers as Kólasi became level with the ground. Thýella stayed beside you, neighing happily as she soared through the sky. No matter how many times you’ve done this, it never got old. After a few rounds of gliding and loops, it was time you headed back home before Sam got worried. As Kólasi began to descend towards the earth you lowered your body to his neck, the wind picking up speed against you as you dived through the clouds. The clouds around you cleared up and you could see your castle in the distance below you, getting bigger and bigger. Kólasi slowed down as he neared the earth, pulling his body up as he and Thýella landed gracefully on the grass of your backyard.

“Theé mou to échasa (gods I’ve missed that).” You breathed out, your blood pumping with adrenaline from the rush you just had.

“Y/n?” You heard Sam call out for you, which made you curse under your breath.

It was too late now.

“Y/n?” Sam rounded the corner of your home and you saw his face turn into one of terror, his mouth and eyes wide as he tried to process what he was seeing. Bucky and Zemo shortly followed and they too mirrored Sam’s expression. “Is that a dragon or am I seeing shit now?”

“This is my dragon Kólasi, Sam. You’re not going crazy.”

“So......you have a dragon and a pegasus now?” Bucky asked you as he eyed Kólasi. Kólasi towered over the three, casting a large shadow over them as he huffed out smoke from his nostrils while a low growl emitted from his chest. He didn’t recognize any of them and they didn’t seem to be a threat, but with one command from you he would readily light them up in flames. You had noticed this uneasiness in your dragon so you scratched his neck, signaling him that they were most definitely not a threat.

“I’ve had them since I was a kid.” You answered Bucky’s question as Kólasi lowered himself to the ground, allowing you to get off the saddle. Giving Kólasi and Thýella a quick pat on their sides which meant they were free to go, you watched as they wandered off a bit before heading back into your home with the three following you in.

“Y/n isn’t he dangerous? Correct me if I’m wrong but don’t dragons breathe fire?” Sam questioned.

“Yes, they do. But trust me when I say that Kólasi is harmless. Now if you guys don’t mind, I just need to get a few things.”

Sam and Bucky decided not question on it any further, trusting your word, though the thought of you having a dragon still baffled them. They’ve read stories about knights and dragons and now were wondering if dragons really did roam the earth and whether knights had really slayed them. And though Zemo knew you meant what you said about about Kólasi being harmless, he knew that wasn’t entirely true and that you understood the limits to that harmlessness. But despite that, he trusted your word, because if you were wrong about your dragon, the earth would already have burned to nothing years ago.

The men had followed you into your library/study, watching as you went over to a certain section on the wall. You reached towards a candle sconce on the wall, pulling it down slightly before there was the sound of gears turning. Then, as they looked, a book shelf began to open up like a door, revealing a narrow stone staircase that spiraled down to who knows where.

“Of course you have a hidden passageway. Why am I surprised?” Sam uttered which made you glare at him.

“You’re welcome to follow me if you’d like, or you can stay out here, if you’re scared. And don’t touch anything.” You informed before disappearing down the staircase.

The men looked at each other before following you down anyways. At this point they didn’t know what they’d expect to find down there. They were curious as to why you didn’t bother bringing a candle with you down the dark staircase, but as they went in, they soon realized why. There were already candle sconces lining the wall of the staircase, and the candles would only light up as they neared, before going out as they passed it.

Once they reached the bottom of the staircase, they found themselves in a spacious, enormous room, which you had used as an armory and a place to keep your artifacts. The walls were hung with weapons of many kinds from different eras. Armor and uniforms which you had worn from various time periods were displayed near the walls on mannequins, as well as different strange looking artifacts dating back to Ancient Egypt and the Sumerian civilization. In the center stood an open space with obstacles and devices which was where you trained in your combat. In the back of the room, down a corridor was where you had dungeons in case you ever needed them. Next to the dungeons was a laboratory, where you used to make potions and concoctions of different kinds. There were even old paintings of you from different eras, some of them were of just you, and some were of you and other people. But the biggest painting of them all hung in the middle, a painting of your whole family in Olympus. Off to the side, separate from the large room was your underground garage that opened up to your driveway. You owned a collection of many expensive classic vehicles, but the majority of them were classic muscle cars, which were always your favorites.

Bucky, Sam, and Zemo widened their eyes as they took everything in. Just when they thought they had seen everything, they had proved themselves wrong. Letting their feet guide them, they walked over to the paintings you had, staring at the large one in the center. Your father stood in the middle and above everyone else with Hera beside him and his lightning bolt clutched in his hand. On his side stood Poseidon with Amphitrite, and Hades with Persephone. Then there was you, wearing your mulberry purple chiton and deep blood/wine red chlamys with a breastplate over it. A diadem sat on your head and a dagger was strapped to your waist, while a sword and shield was held in your hands as you stood at Zeus’s feet with Athena and Artemis on either side of you. They men stared at the painting of you, you looked extremely regal yet powerful at the same time, an embodiment of a queen. The painting next to that one was of a beautiful looking women with stars in her eyes and hair, your mother. And on her lap sat you as a very young child, your eyes holding that same sparkle as your mother’s arms were wrapped gracefully around your body.

Sam glanced around the area once more before his eyes landed on a golden box that sat on a column pedestal. There was something intriguing about this certain thing and he seemed to be almost drawn to the box as he walked towards it. Bucky and Zemo noticed Sam’s slightly strange behavior, and as they looked to see what he was staring at, they too became transfixed, curious to know what the box was. As they got up close to it, they noticed there were these ghastly engravings of the macabre all over it, of tortured souls, demons, monsters, and evil spirits.

When you had walked back into the room with your bag of armor and weapons slung over your shoulder, your eyes widened at the sight of the men crowded around the gold box. Sam’s hand was reaching for it, about to open it until you screamed at them, rushing over to shove them away. “No! What the hell do you think you are doing?!”

“Wha-what?” Bucky stuttered, shaking his head as he was brought out of the daze and so were the others.

“When I said don’t touch anything, I specifically meant ABSOLUTELY DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING!”

“Wait, what the hell happened?” Sam asked, confusion written all over his face. Even Zemo had no idea what just occurred.

“That is Pandora’s box.”

“Pandora’s box?” Zemo tilted his head as he furrowed his brows.

“Yes Pandora’s box. Do you know what would have happened if you had succeeded in opening it?” You scolded them. “You would have unleashed all the evils into the world! There would have been complete chaos!”

“I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t know. We didn’t know.” Sam apologized, feeling guilty and terrified that he almost managed to open such a vile and dangerous little thing that had seemed so harmless at first.

“It’s fine.” You sighed. “I have what I need. Now let’s go before you guys try to touch another cursed artifact.”

Once you had your things and everything situated, you said farewell to Gudrun and Bjørn and the rest of the workers, giving them each a kiss on the cheek, their faces filled with disappointment in seeing you leave so soon. You said goodbye to Cerberus, Hecuba, Skiá, Thýella, and Kólasi as well, giving them each a hug. You sat there for a while, surrounded by your animals as they whimpered in sadness. With your final heartfelt goodbyes you left your home.

You walked over with the three trailing behind you to your 60s convertible black mustang with the white racing stripes that you had parked out front to drive to the nearest airport where Zemo’s jet would be waiting. After putting your bags and theirs in the trunk and closing it, you stared off at your home and the forest around it for one last time before your eyes caught the centaurs and satyrs that had neared the edge of the forest. You saw as they raised their hands to bid you farewell and luck on your journey, a warm smile formed on your face as you returned the gesture before hopping in the driver’s seat after the others. Making sure everyone had their seatbelts on, you turned your key in the ignition, the car rumbling to life from the sound of the engine that you always loved. Pressing your foot down on the accelerator, you drove off, watching the rear view mirror as your home got smaller and smaller the farther you drove away.

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Red Lipstick - Eijirou Kirishima x Reader [PART ONE]

warnings: fluff :) I decide your make up in this so bear with me. Future smut implied. Domestic bliss.

word count: 1398

summary: You’ve been dating Kirishima since the end of the first year of high school and ever since you’ve been dating him you’ve noticed that he has an affinity for things that are red. Even makeup. So you help him try it out.

note: part two with smut??? I am thinking about it what do yall think?? Also, I post these on Ao3 which is here

Ever since you started dating Kirishima you’ve noticed something… curious.

Red Gatorade while he works out. Red candies he picks out to eat last as they’re his favorites. The fridge is stocked with red fruit like apples, strawberries, cherries, raspberries. Red socks. Red underwear. Red everything.

When you two decided to get a shared apartment together you even had to convince him to not decorate the whole place with red. You swear he was as bad as Izuku is with All Might merchandise. And both of them are slowly getting Dynamight merch and you’re just glad you got extra rooms for Kirishima’s gym and hobbies because if Bakugo’s fucking face was sitting on your dresser…

But you loved your Pro-hero, who has stuck with you even when you were in class 1-H when you met him. You worked with hero support groups around Japan to build gadgets to make hero’s lives, like your longtime boyfriend, a little easier. So every day, you both wake up early to get ready for work. You admit waking up early isn’t fun but when you get to choose your schedule and spending some precious moments with your boyfriend leisuring around your shared apartment, you enjoy it to the fullest.

Days like today are your favorite though. Where you’re getting ready for work and Kirishima has his day off, but he still wakes up with you out of routine and out of affection, just to be with you. And now here he is, staring at you, observing, as you sit cross-legged on the floor in front of this full-length mirror situated against the wall. He’s almost hanging off the foot of the bed, his arms loosely crossed to rest his head in as he looks at you. There’s no gel in his hair and he looks disarmingly sexy because he swears that “Sleeping naked is healthier! And manlier!” and he only has a bit of the sheet over his ass to protect him from the bits of sunlight shining from the floor-to-ceiling windows. You make eye contact with him through the mirror as you do your eyeliner, maybe you’ll do something fun like bat wings this time though? Your boss was your eccentric classmate Mei Hatsume who rightfully earned her place as one of the top support engineers around, especially at her age, and she did not care whatever you wore, in fact, she encouraged it and gets very excited whenever you try something new. She herself is seen in her pajamas because she practically lives in her workspace.

You decide on thick eyeliner with some flicks underneath to mimic longer bottom lashes and still, your boyfriend is staring. You send him a wink and he smiles. Finishing touches like mascara and now you search for a lipstick to wear. Taupe, magenta, black, blue, different shades of brown and pink… Red, maybe? Well, it is your boyfriend’s day off… and you look good in red... Let’s treat him a little. You pull it out and start to apply it to your top lip carefully and when Kirishima notices he visibly perks up like a puppy who just heard the word “treat.” By the time you start your bottom lip, he has rushed to your side with the sheet trying to keep up with him, sitting crossed-legged just like you. You can’t help but laugh because again he’s like a puppy, sitting there looking at you with his eyes sparkling as you apply the rest of it.

“Hey, handsome.” You finally greet his staring.

“Hey.” It’s a short response and his voice is still raspy from just waking up.

You quirk your eyebrow up at him and offer the lipstick tube to him. You’ve offered a few times before but he’s always said no but this is the first time he’s actually taken the offer. You’re a little shocked but you scoot over to make room for him to see himself in the mirror. You really hope he doesn’t get rug burn on his ass, but now you observe him trying to put the lipstick on.

He’s completely twisted the whole stick of red outside the tube so if he uses it, it’ll probably break. “NOnonononono.” You gently take his hands around the lipstick and twist it down so the lipstick is peaking just enough to be applied properly. He’s looking at you with wide eye’s and he lets out a small “sorry” and you stop him with a shake of your head and a smile. “Lipsticks are too soft, it’ll break like that.”

“Oh, they should make harder versions. You’d think I could make Red Riot lipsticks that’ll withstand that?” He smiles that full sharp-toothed smile at you and you feel your heart clench.

“Maybe. I’m not sure what all goes into lipsticks but I’m sure there’s a reason why they’re soft.”

He hums and looks in the mirror to try to put on the lipstick.

You can’t help but laugh more. He’s smushed the stick into his lips with an imprecise and uncontrolled strength which has caused the lipstick to zig-zag across his lips. Now he tries the bottom with two bold swipes and he’s pouting at you.

“You made it look so easy... “ His cheeks are tinged red and he knows there’s no reason to feel embarrassed but still it’s his first time trying this type of stuff besides Mina convincing him to be her canvas in high school.

“How about you let me put it on you this time?” He’s nodding eagerly as you get a few tissues from the box you keep close when doing your make up. You brush the side of his cheek as you wipe the lipstick off his lips and he rests his cheek into your palm. He looks so handsome, the sun’s hitting him just right, his hair is down, and his eyes are looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars just for him.

You wipe away the red lipstick attempt gone wrong and hold his chin still with your fingers.

“Now, open your mouth kinda like…” You offer an example with your mouth open gently in an “o” shape and he mimics it. “Okay, now stay still, yeah?” He offers a small grunt as a reply and you apply the lipstick just as carefully as you did to yourself.

He’d be lying if he didn’t say this was hot. His partner he’s been smitten with since freshman year of high school is sitting in front of him holding his chin firmly wearing his favorite color lipstick. But he enjoys the wholesome moment at face value and pops his lips together like you usually do when you finish applying it.

“Honestly, you should wear it more often. You look quite sexy.” You tease as he looks in the mirror. Wow. His lips are a bright red and he twists his head in different angles to inspect the lipstick on him and now his cheeks are flushing again because he really likes how he looks with it on. Like a lot.

“Really?” His voice is a little shaky and keeps observing his lips in the mirror.

“Really. I have extra reds you can use whenever you want.” Your fingers card through his hair and turn his head to you. “I’m serious baby, you look handsome. Use it whenever, just tell me if you want me to apply it for you.” God, he didn’t think he could fall more in love with you.

“I gotta leave soon, the sooner I leave, the sooner I come back.” So you put on the outfit you picked out and gather all your blueprints and papers that you need for the day as Kirishima keeps looking at himself in the mirror.

You bend down for him, grasping his chin in your hand, and smooch him directly on his red-painted lips quickly so you didn’t mess up either of your lips. “I’ll be back later, handsome.” You leave him with one more kiss on his jawline to leave a red mark in the shape of you after he mumbles a soft “Goodbye, be safe.”

He looks back in the mirror and the red stain on his jaw… Fuck, he’ll be counting down the hours until you get back because now his thoughts are running wild and lewd. He definitely has more plans including red lipstick in them.

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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Part 6

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Spinel rubs the bridge of her nose in frustration as a groan slips from her lips. Why hadn’t she properly looked over the photo first before sending it? (Y/N) dress was still unzipped from the back; thankfully, the front was still up. After the mist of their emotions, the smaller gem was quick to fall asleep in her arms, forgetting about her unzipped garment. Spinel looks down as she gazes at the sleeping gem on her chest; her lips parted ever so slightly and her thick long lashes lie on the high points of her cheek bones. She looked so at peace and Spinel really didn’t want to wake her up, but she had to. It was getting late.

“(Y/N), ya got to wake up doll.” The pink gem mutters softly tickling the (G/C) gem neck instantly getting a reaction out of her. (Y/G) giggles quietly as sleepy (E/C) orbs awaken, the striking eyes gazing into magenta hues. (Y/N) shifts to lie on her stomach still in Spinel’s arms, placing her hand on the tall girl’s chest.

“Doll?” The tired female inquires her eyes still heavy with sleep. The pink gem blushes under her stare shifting her eyes away from the smirking girl. Spinel was kind of hoping she missed that part. The pink gem timidly looked around anywhere but the (Y/N) large eyes staring at her teasingly.

“Y-yeah, did ya not l-like it?” she questions worriedly not wanting to make her uncomfortable. The sound of (Y/N) giggling brought the taller gem eyes back to her. For the second time today, Spinel felt like she was ready to stroke out when she saw the moonlight glowing above the (Y/G). She was glowing in every sense of the word; her skin and hair are gleaming heavenly over her. Her large eyes looks so tantalizing as they sparkle radiantly under the luminous light, but the kicker was the way the front of the dress pulls down. Spinel felt her cheeks burning at the sight of (Y/N) cleavage on full display. Spinel’s mouth ran dried not sure what to say or do in the moment. So she opted by shifting her gaze once more as she pushes up (F/N) dress sleeves that hung loosely around her slender shoulders. The pink gem lips tighten to a thin line as she shut her eyes.

‘Keep it together.’ She says to herself holding in a breath. For the love of Diamonds keep it together!

“I actually really like it.” (Y/N) admits shyly fluttering her long lashes. Oh, thank the stars. Spinel exhales opening her eyes and offering (Y/N) a nervous smile.

“I woke ya up because your dress is still unzipped.” This woke up the tired (G/S) as she reaches behind her and felt her textured back; her blush deepens as she sits up on her knees holding the front of her dress up in place.

“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot about that!” (Y/N) says completely mortified, she could feel her gem scorching the back of her neck. How embarrassing! Spinel quickly sits up trying to ease the (G/S).

“It’s, ok! You’re fine, don’t worry bout it. Just turn around so I can zip it back up.” Spinel offers kindly. Still hot in the face the small gem turns around so Spinel had easier access to the zipper. The magenta female grabs the metal zipper and easily brought it all the way up.

“There ya go doll, crisis averted.” Spinel coos as she stretches her arms to wrap around (Y/N) small frame, pulling her back into her embrace. She missed her being so close. The pink girl buries her face against the side of the (Y/G) neck inhaling her natural scent.

“Thank you, El.” The (E/C) eyed girl hums immediately relaxing into Spinel’s warmth.

“What time is it?” (Y/N) asks while soaking up this intimate moment with the slender gem.

“11:05pm.” Spinel’s mumble not moving her face from the side of the (C/G) girl’s neck. (Y/N) eyes flutter closed when she felt Spinel’s warm breath on her neck. It sent a rush of goosebumps down her spine. The simple action sent the girl into a hazy mindset as she melts further into her grasp.

“I…I have rehearsals tomorrow.” She informs sadly with a pout on her lips, the (E/C) gem wasn’t so keen on the idea of getting up. Spinel whines in displeasure as her grip on the small gem tightens. She didn’t want to let go, not yet at least. The Spinel was relishing the physical contact with the short gem; she brought her a sense of security that no one else was able to provide. Bless the Diamonds and the Crystal Gems for their efforts but it wasn’t enough. Six thousand years of isolation really fucked her up. It warped her for the worse and she was struggling to move on. She wanted to let go of her trauma and be free from the shackles of her past and start new, but she couldn’t. At least not on Homeworld. Everything reminded her of Pink, in the beginning, that what she thought she wanted. But it just hurt even more. Spinel was gifted the nickname of the Forgotten Treasure. Thanks Blue. Every gem either pitied her, hated her or avoided her. Spinel despised it. The attention, the fake smiles, the sad eyes. Everything! It was driving her crazy all over again! Living in Pink’s shadow was so overwhelming.

However, everything was different with (Y/N); it felt easy. The conversations, the smiles, the touches. (Y/N) made it look so effortless to interact with her like a normal person from the very start. Even with six thousand years of solitude looming over her shoulders, (Y/N) was able to make her feel significant again. Spinel felt seen, she felt heard and she. felt found. The pink gem nearly burst into tears as she presses their bodies closer together.

“Can we stay like this a bit longer…please?” Spinel requests in a small voice as she nuzzled closer into (Y/N) neck. (Y/N) felt the warmth blooming into her chest; how could she say no to that? With a simple nod, she adjusted herself to get more comfortable, she lolls her head to the side allowing the delightfully clingy gem to occupy more of her personal space. (Y/N) twirls a strand of Spinel’s pink hair with her fingers while humming a soft tune as they sat peacefully in the heart-shaped crater under the moonlight.

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“I’m so sorry for keeping ya out so late, ya sure don’t want me to walk ya home?” Spinel offers feeling guilty. It was currently 1:45am in the morning as they stood on the porch of Steven’s house. The two gems had fallen asleep in the field together cuddle up in each other’s arms and it was the best nap Spinel has ever experienced in years.

“El, I can literally teleport myself into my room, I’m not going to make you walk all the way back here. And stop apologizing; I had a lot of fun with you.” (Y/N) reassured Spinel giving her a bright smile.

“Sorry, damn it…a-anyway when can I see ya again?” The taller female ask as she rubs the back of her neck while digging the tip of her sneaker into the wood paneling. (E/C) eyes shine at the cutie before them, oh goodness she too adorable!

“Write a poem and stop by at my studio tomorrow evening.” Spinel arches her brow as she gazes down at the girl before her.

“A poem?” She questions with the tilt of her head.

“Yeah! Writing poems about bottled up feelings is a great coping mechanism! It helps me to express my emotions in a positive and productive manner. And then I would turn them into songs. So just write about whatever you want and bring it in tomorrow.” (Y/N) explains excitedly. The slender girl grins at the (G/S) enthusiasm, even in the early more she still has a lot of energy to burn.

“Ok, well I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Spinel confirms, as she stood close to the (H/C) haired gem, she slowly grabs her small hands in hers and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“I had a great time.” She added with a shy smile. (Y/N) stands on her tippy toes and plants a kiss on the sweet pink gem cheek. Spinel’s eyes widen when she felt her plush lips against her skin already craving more kisses.

“Me too, I’ll see you later. Goodnight, El.”

“Goodnight, Doll.” (Y/N) cheeks glow a soft (S/C) before slipping her hands out of Spinel’s hold. A blinding white light invades the pink-colored gem sight as she watches (Y/N) teleport away. Once the light cleared away, Spinel fell back gently against the door. A goofy smile stretches across her face as she looked up at the moon; the pink girl places her hands over her gem sighing happily. Today was perfect, she couldn’t imaging ending it any other way.

“You should have kissed her you dip.” A voice calls out bluntly. Spinel stiffens up as she looks to her left and sees Amethyst staring at her from the window eating a sandwich. Steven then pops right up with starry eyes beaming with joy.

“That was so cute! I told you, you were going to do great!” Steven shouts out proudly bouncing in place. Pearl and Garnet soon popped up too from their hiding spots. Garnet had the biggest smile Spinel ever witness while Pearl seem embarrassed that their cover was blown.

“O-oh Spinel, you are back! We weren’t eavesdropping or anything.” Pearl lies giggling nervously.

“Yes, we were. It was your idea.” Amethyst corrected earning herself a scowl from the pale gem.

“H-how long h-have yall been there?” Spinel stammers feeling herself ready to pass out.

“The whole time.” Garnet answers happy, smiling even harder. Spinel reaches up and clenches the front of her hat, she pulled it down over her eyes and she slid down the door in humiliation. Good grief.

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