~ ten ~
the nights like this are the ones where you almost ask for help but you can’t seem to spit out the words through the mouthfuls of blood.
~ nine ~
the sky is the color of ink and the breeze sends a chill down to your bone marrow. you wonder if you’ll ever feel warm again.
~ eight ~
tears are dripping from your eyes and red is dripping from the tops of your thighs. you pretended you were invincible until tonight, played dress-up in an immortal skin. two thousand years ago, a princess of a long dead kingdom might have worn that sad smile.
~ seven ~
you could have been a city with eyes like that. you could have been so many things. you kissed boys with cigarette teeth and girls with vodka lips but you can never get the taste of ancient ruins out of your mouth.
~ six ~
if you tried hard enough, you could paint your mouth the color of cherries and cover up the scars. if you do, you will be beautiful. you really will. someone could almost love you someday.
~ five ~
you’ll never let it get this bad again if you make it through the night.
~ four ~
when you were seven you forgot to feed your pet goldfish and it died. you buried it in your backyard because you didn’t want to flush it. the only thing that matters at three a.m. is your dead goldfish, and everything else you’ve ever destroyed. nothing lasts if your hands linger too long. you’re sure this is how midas felt.
~ three ~
your body is a temple. your body is a temple. it is the sacking of jerusalem beneath your skin. nothing sacred is left here. all the holiness has drained from your bones.
~ two ~
you were never the calm before the storm. everyone says that tornadoes sound like freight trains. you are screaming at the top of your lungs and the wind is howling through your hair. in the right light, this could be poetry instead of pain.
~ one ~
this is when the shatter comes. it’s slipping through your fingers now. your heart is cracked stained glass. your smile is just punched-out teeth. your world is ending, the entire universe swallowed up in ten nine eight seven six five four three two one
~ zero ~
Description: You arrive at the cabin that you’ve been waiting to see. You finally get to have a vacation with some of your best friends, but everyone seems different. You are forced to realize that you aren’t just having a vacation with childhood friends, but full grown men.
A/N: This is longer than I expected it to be. I had most of it written up already, my to-do worklist keeps getting longer and it’s my own fault. Please be patient with me. x3
I always take time to create color/swatch reference when I am building a painting.
I like doing it this way because its easier to plan/control my values and it makes controlling color temperature a breeze.
I work this way because I hate using sliders and find them to be very unnatural. After you create your swatch collection painting is as easy as selecting a color. And if you set up your palette correctly something like this also helps you keep your color scheme nice and concise - especially for color scripting and sequential work where a collection of images might need to use the same scheme.
Basically the point of designing a palette this way is to work out all the distinct tints/tones/shades. You can always create more subtle variations, but a decent painting may not need more than 5 steps in value and 5 steps between hues.
Setting up this way doesn’t limit me. It gives me a lot of freedom because it solves most of the technical problems associated with managing color/temperature/value.
This approach is most powerful when you work out your values through thumb-nailing and studies before jumping into color.
I always save my swatches so that i can reuse them for future illustrations. It takes a bit of time, but after a while you build a nice collection and need to do it less often.
Another tip is just to change the hue with an adjustment layer in order to explore variations of the same spread.
Authors Note: Hey everyone! It was requested I write about H and the missus painting Easter Eggs with the kiddos. So here is my take on it. I hope you guys like the concept.
Have fun this weekend with Easter celebrations and traditions, my lovelies!! All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE
The air is permanently getting warmer, the flowers are blooming, and the birds are chirping; spring is in full action and you love it.
The french doors are wide open on a cool evening, the fresh scent of the outdoors filling the house as your eyes stay focused on your two little girls spinning around playfully in the back yard, their silky coffee-colored curls bouncing in the breeze, their giggles radiating a pleasing sound to your ears. You smile to yourself, admiring the beautiful twins, their little hands holding each other as they dance around against the smooth grass.
You move your eyes from the twins’ as you step down into the living room, swiftly walking towards the vintage turntable resting perfectly in the corner. Your hand glides delicately over the modest pile of vinyl, compiled mainly of yours and Harry’s favourites.
“Ah, nice choice.” Harry smiles over at you as you walk back towards the doors’ your eyes once again meeting your girls’ in the back yard. You hum and nod, agreeing with him. “I think everything is set up if you want to call the girls’ in,” Harry announces, indicating that he has finally managed to get the dye ready and the eggs set to decorate.
You call your little ones, their smiles instantly widening as they hurry inside, “Careful little ones.” You chuckle as they beam gracefully, bouncing towards the kitchen. They have been eager to paint Easter eggs, in fact, they have been waiting all week, counting down the days Harry was back home so they could decorate the eggs.
“Ahh, you two are getting big.” Harry smiles, looking down at the girls’ and they just giggle, “Alright, Hannah, Hailey, let’s try not to make a mess.” He gently picks both of them up one by one, sitting them down on the counter, sweetly fixing up Hannahs bow as it has managed to come loose while playing with her sister.
“What colours do we want to use first?” You gesture towards the few colours Harry graciously prepared for the twins, making sure to incorporate their favourite colours. Specifically, a soft pink for Hannah, and a lilac blue for Hailey.
“Orange and pink.” Hannah willingly motions towards the two colours, her sister grinning and pointing to the lilac blue.
You dab a sponge for Hannah while Harry does the same for Hailey, carefully placing the egg in her hand and showing her what to do. Hannah grins as she does her best to split her egg with the two colours, her eyes focused intently on the egg, making sure to tactfully encircle the dye to the egg.
“Look at you two, your pros.” Harry delightfully beams, admiring his little girls’ while they decorate their eggs.
“Daddy, I am done.” Hailey holds her egg towards Harry as it is painted in her favourite colour, a few of her fingerprints evident on the outside.
“Ahh, beautiful, just beautiful. Should we put anything on it? Maybe a flower, or a smiley face, or your name?” Harry offers, reaching over for a paint brush. Hailey nods excitedly, her eyes lighting up instantly.
“Daddy, paint a bunny on it,” Hailey instructs cutely, Harry instantly biting his lip. He has never been very good with creating art on small objects, he is more of a big canvas type of guy.
“Maybe Mummy should do it, sweetie.”
Hailey shakes her head, “No, Daddy you can do it,” She smiles and Harry nods. His children’s wishes are his demands.
You chuckle as you watch Harry furrowing his eyebrows, his eyes glue to the egg, his teeth sinking into his lip as he does his best to start painting a bunny on the egg.
Your attention goes towards Hannah as she gently tugs at your hand, showing you her finished product,
“Wow, so pretty.” You cherish her commitment and split colours, she definitely has a genuine taste for colours and artistic designs. She is the one who tends to continuously colour in the lines, to coordinate her colours, and can be allowed to coordinate her clothes; Hailey on the other hand, unquestionably got her colour matching skills from her father- always wanting to mix and match distinctive colours and patterns. “Let’s paint another one, shall we?” You reach over and clasp another egg, handing Hannah the boiled egg before waiting for her to select the colours.
“Mummy, you pick this time.” She instructs and you nod, promptly picking a tiffany blue colour for her.
“Ah, shit.” Harry mutters, your eyes instantly diverting themselves to him, “Don’t repeat what Daddy said.” He quickly announces to the girls’ knowing very well and good that he needs to watch his language around them, particularly considering that they are essentially parrots and repeat everything.
“Daddy, can I see?” Hailey requests, curious to see the design Harry has managed to paint across her egg.
You smirk as he looks over at you, unsure of whether his daughter will be satisfied with his pitiful attempt. “I mean.. sure…. it has ears and eyes.” He nods, showing her the egg. She blinks at him a few times, furrowing her eyebrows just like her father before frowning.
“Daddy… where is the nose? And.. and… he only has one ear…” She questions, tilting her head to the side in an attempt and see if she is missing something.
“Yeah, uh, sorry sweets, Daddy isn’t good at this.” He sighs, “How about we do another one?” He grabs another egg, keeping his daughters mind occupied and no longer questioning his artistic abilities.
You can see the girls’ beginning to get sleepy, their eyes dropping, their hands tired from painting eggs as Hannah yawns.
“Alright little ones, I think it is bath time.” Harry smiles as he places the last egg down to dry on the side, his girls’ not objecting as you pick them up individually and press their little feet to the tiles.
“Daddy, does the Easter Bunny come tonight?” Hailey yawns, her hand pressing against Harry’s leg as she glances up at him.
“Yes.” He nods, “But, only if you go to bed without any fits.” He continues, picking her up and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Alright, c'mon cuties, it is bath time.” He gestures towards the stairs, Hannah tugging on his shirt with her orange painted hand. He picks her up as well, carrying the two of them upstairs while you clean up the mess of the paint.
You feel familiar arms wrap around you from behind, his head resting on your shoulder as you take in a deep breath, admiring his touch.
“How is my beautiful wife, hm? Haven’t had much time with you since I got back.” He whispers, his scent radiating around you, giving you a sense of clarity.
“Good,” You chuckle, feeling a few soft kisses being pressed to your neck, “I missed you.” You sigh, “It was a very long two weeks.” You continue.
“I know, but I am back for two weeks before I gotta go back to New York.”
“Yeah, I know.” You nods, gently moving to face him, his arms holding you close. “Are the girls’ asleep?”
“No, they are upstairs on our bed watching Beauty and the Beast, they wanted to stay up a little longer.” He informs you with a grin, leaning down and kissing your lips softly. “Missed kissin’ yeh… gotta make up for it.” He chuckles, kissing you again, and again, and again.
After some time in the kitchen, cleaning, but mainly kissing and getting lost with each other’s cheeky grins and glances, you both make it upstairs, quietly walking into the master bedroom to find Hannah asleep against Harrys pillow, Hailey still awake with her eyes glued to the television, giggling at Lumière and Babette.
You lean down and kiss Hannahs forehead before Harry carefully scoops her up and carries her out of the room. You climb up on the bed with Hailey, sitting against the headboard as she moves to sit in your lap, your fingers running through her partially dry hair.
“Mummy, why does Belle love Beast?”
“She just did.”
“But, why? He was a Beast.” She questions, her eyes still glued to the television.
“Well, it isn’t always what’s on the outside, my love.”
She turns around for a moment, her eyes meeting yours, “Was Daddy a Beast before turning into a Prince?” You chuckle to yourself, biting your lip as Harry walks in.
“Well, no.” You shake your head, “Daddy.. well, Daddy..” You trail off, unsure of how to accurately answer her question. “Daddy has always been a prince. He is a very gentle and kind man. Always has been.” You answer her question just as Harry walks in, crawling his way on the bed.
The movie comes to an end and you convince Hailey that if she doesn’t go to bed the Easter Bunny won’t arrive and leave chocolate for her. She kisses Harry and hugs him before she clings to you, her arms and legs wrapping around you as you carry her to her bedroom.
You lay her down in her bed, gently pulling her pretty duvet over her body, tucking her in so she stays nice and warm during the night. “Goodnight, sweet dreams, lovely.” You press a kiss to her cheek, a soft giggle escaping from her lips. “What’s funny my love?” You question, adjusting the nightlight by her bed.
“Lovely is funny. I like it” She beams, “Mummy, will Daddy be here for our Birthday?”
“Of course,” You nod.
“How many more days?”
“Five more sleeps.” You hold up five fingers, watching as she smiles cutely, “Five more sleeps until you are five.” You inform her, kissing her again before standing up straight, watching her eyes slowly close, her hands clasping her teddy bear before you promptly step out of the room.
You enter the master bedroom, Harry sprawled out on the bed, his finger scrolling through something on his phone, probably one of the few social medias he reads through at times.
“Sweetheart, come join me.” He pets down the free space beside him, giving you his adoring smile.
You crawl on the bed, inching closer to him before relaxing down beside him, your head resting on his chest. “We have such a cute little family.” Harry begins, placing his phone down, “Really, our girls’ are so perfect.”
“Mhhm, they are wonderful,” You agree,
“I can’t believe they are five this week.”
“Yeah, time goes by quickly. Just yesterday they were babbling their first words, and taking their first steps.” Harry reminisces of the precious moments you both have with the girls’ their firsts that hold a special spot in your heart.
“Just yesterday Hannah was crying for you not to leave her at daycare.” You chuckle,
“That broke my heart. Remember when Hailey cried bloody murder when she met Santa?” Harry smiles, wrapping an arm around you, the two of you sighing.
There is nothing in the world you would trade for your life to be any other way. Lying in bed with your husband, your twins’ fast asleep after an evening of painting Easter Eggs and preparing for Easter tomorrow.
SUMMARY: Seven years after being separated from the man she had fallen in love with, M/C finds herself in Costa Rica with her son, who’s unwittingly wandered right into the arms of home.
UNIVERSE: Endless Summer
PAIRING: Jake McKenzie X MC
WORD COUNT: 1340+ words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’ve had this idea playing in my mind for quite a while and I finally managed to type it out. Kudos to anyone who can guess why I decided to use two specific superheroes to mirror Jake in this fic.
“Where’s my son?” Your agitated voice rang through the open beachside cabana as you turned to face your sister.
“Why’re you asking me?”
You sucked in a breath as you tried to keep your cool, a task that was getting harder by the minute. “I told you to look after him while I was in the comfort room.”
Her eyes widened in horror. “Oh!” she gasped. “I’m so sorry, M/C. I just had this really cool idea for my nov—”
You raised a hand up to cut her short. “Just please help me find him. I can’t loose him too.”