could be purple could be pink

Xana's House - Monday, 1pm

“I would’ve said your place can’t get more feminine….but then I saw this carpet.” Xana rolled her eyes.

She liked her more compact but homey abode. Although, with her towering brother inside of it, her house could’ve been compared to a box. He looked so out of his element in the bright colors around him. Not because Zero carried a dark aura, but because he was a, “man’s man.”

If that human statement could be used for a Werewolf like him.

She’d never seen her brother wearing anything other than the basic colors; red, blue, grey, green. Pinks, purples or even orange? Never.

“Are you hungry? I made some pozole.”



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Soulmate au where you can see the colors of your soulmate’s emotions

Fair warning this is about to become a Check Please post

-For most of the first year all Bitty saw of Jack’s emotion was ice blue. Bitty was sure that Jack hated him, but it was just hockey-hyper-focus shoving all the other emotions to the side. Later on Bitty learned that when the ice blue cracked with yellow and black, that was when Jack needed him most.

-Bitty had always been just a little too much for Jack. His pinks and yellows and oranges spread everywhere, over everyone on the team and everything he touched. Jack could swear he could pick one of Bittle’s pies out of a lineup just by the little lingering cloud of love around it. Jack could never imagine being so free with his emotions, and it scared him a little. It took him so long to let himself reach for Bitty, but once he did, Bitty could never think Jack hated him again, not with the way everything turned purple when Jack smiled at him. (I’m not saying that they spent most of the time on the Fourth of July watching each other instead of the fireworks, except I definitely am).

-Jack can always tell when something is bothering Bitty, because a small, thick cloud of red nerves will gather right over his heart. At this point Jack doesn’t even need to see Bitty to know, he can hear it in his voice over the phone.

-Ransom and Holster have a System. Their emotions are so in sync that when one of them’s sparking off gold happiness, the other one is too, before they even hear the good news. Part of the reason they’re so perfect together on the ice is because they wrote their own language with twists of emotions to mean anything as complicated as “Coming up on your right, pass to me, I’ll pass back and you shoot”.

-Shitty and Lardo are usually purple and yellow together, with red thrown in when Shitty’s on a rant. They don’t need to throw around a lot of emotion to get each other. Except when Shitty’s stoned. When Shitty’s stoned, Lardo refuses to use him as her beer pong partner because “Brah, your waves of admiration for my skills and general existence are way too distracting.”

-Chowder shoots off so many colors that Farmer is practically certain she’s not the only one who can see them. All you really need is to see his face. Sometimes this is hard for Farmer because there are too many colors covering Chowder’s face.

-Nursey has always had problems with his depression. He’s convinced himself that Dex can’t see his colors because he’s shoved them down so deep. Nursey sometimes pisses Dex off just so he can have some kind of emotion thrown his way.

-Dex really wishes Nursey would knock it off with the whole fake chill thing. Like maybe if Nursey would let one of his emotions out once in a while then they would STOP SPINNING TOO FAST FOR DEX TO INTERPRET THEM.

-Tango’s emotions usually show up in little bubbles. Mostly confusion. He’s almost always got at least six tiny pink bubbles of confusion surrounding him at any time. Whiskey thinks it’s pretty cute.

Dealing with species dysphoria


I wanted to make a nice post for all you lovely kin dealing with some species dysphoria.


-Try making your room, or at least an area in your room, look like your habitat!

Forest dwellers could try painting trees on their walls or making hangable paper trees, get lots of potted plants, lots of leaf decorations, forest themed stuff, etc! You could also paint your walls brown, green, or grey to make it appear like a den. I suggest brown or green sheets and blankets!

Ocean dwellers could try painting their room blue, adding ocean themed decorations and things like that. Blue, purple, brown,  green, and sheets should work nicely!

For all you space dwellers i suggest painting your room a dark shade of purple or blue, and getting a space projector! Black, blue, purple, pink, orange, and grey sheets are good, and lucky for you, there’s also plenty of galaxy themed bed sets!

Cave dwellers can paint their walls grey or brown, and grey, brown, green,  or black sheets should work well! You could also try sewing pillows to look like big rocks! Potted mushrooms are a nice touch!

If you can’t paint or get new sheets, you should try making a den! Basically making a pillow fort in your room and decorating it appropriately helps a lot!

Nesting is also fantastic i sleep in a blanket nest and it’s very comfy.

-Now that you have a comfortable area:

-Try doing makeup that resembles your kintype (there are loads of tutorials on youtube)

-Try wearing clothes that resemble your kintype (orange shirts and black boots for foxes, big sweaters for bears, eye masks for raccoons, etc.)


-You can try not talking, or if you’re alone, making noises your kintype makes

-Make your kintype’s favorite food! (Meat and berries is fantastic coming from a bear therian, and most animal treats are edible to humans- things like birdseed, homemade dog treats, catnip, rodent yogurt drops, etc.)

-If your kintype eats insects go for it, just make sure they’re safe- i recommend store bought

-Watching videos of your kintype helps a bunch

okay, that’s about all i can think of, hope this helps!


❄  Series: Part 1 // Part 2

❄  Pairing: Jungkook x You x Yoongi

❄ Genre: (Soulmate!au // Hanahaki Disease!au)

❄ Word Count: 3.3k

Saudade;                                                                                                   The feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost

The sky was a painting tonight.

You marveled at the beautiful twilight hues. Shades of violet bled into the indigo sky, creating bridges of colours you could only describe with the paintbrush in your hand, and the canvas in front of you. You mixed and created shades of pink, purple and blue you could not name. You paid no attention to that, art did not need a language; it was the expression of what words fail to communicate.

Art is an entity of its own.

Like you.

Many described you as wild – you were as wild as the winds that blew the curled red leaf in the air.

You watched the sun in front of you dip below the horizon like a candle being extinguished. You dipped your own brush into the paint and brushed it across the canvas, now adding the finishing strokes of cerise and amber.

You gave your painting a final look before setting down your paintbrush.

You huffed. In front of you was no match to what you saw a few minutes ago. You could never paint the splashes of colours you formed in the sky. The true and raw beauty of the sunset could never be captured. That is by you – a self-proclaimed artist.

It was rumoured that everyone has a different sky that is shared with their soulmate – except all celestial objects stay in the same position for everybody, so weather is not affected. Everyone has the ability to draw on the sky, making splash of colours or little notes for only them and their soulmate to see.

You shivered from the chilly winds as they ran across your skin. It was exhilarating as it was terrifying. You were currently situated at the rooftop of your art institution. Every evening, you came here and tried to create a somewhat decent painting of the evening sky. And every evening, you failed.

You mastered the skill of painting fruit baskets and fields of flowers. You could recreate the face of a person you had met for the first time with deadly precision. So why could you not paint something as simple as the sunset? Children could paint it. Hell, Kindergarteners could finger-paint the sunset, yet you couldn’t. Why?

Walking to the edge, you gripped the thin metal railing. It always amazed you at how fast the night changes. Now, as you looked at the early night sky, all traces of the colours had bled into one – a magnificent shade of midnight blue. The cold winds of nightfall pierced the thin layer of your shirt. You wrapped your hands around your body as you attempted to warm yourself. In vain, you rubbed your hands up and down each other until you felt a hint of warmth spread across your body.

The night held so many mysteries.

You turned around to wipe off the wet paint on your palette and you put it, along with your brush, into your bag. Slinging the back on your shoulder, you picked up your easel and walked to the room across from you. The room was small and mainly used for storage. Sometimes, you would find couples inside it. Those encounters never ended well.

You made a silent prayer in your head as you turned the brass door knob to the room. To your surprise, the light was already on. You could’ve sworn that you turned them off when you came to get the equipment. Hesitantly stepping inside, you put down the easel at the back of the room.

Whoosh, the door closed. The sound made you jump and you heard a deep chuckle come from beside you.

You let out a shriek as you made eye contact with none other than Jeon Jungkook.

“Jungkook!” you shoved the boy in front of you, “you scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh Y/N! Y-you s-should’ve seen y-your face,” Jungkook tried to imitate your reaction before he doubled over with laughter once again. “Oh man, y-you looked s-so terrified,” he spluttered.

You felt a smile of your own forming before you crossed your arms together and bit your lip. You tried your best to stay mad at him. You never could, but you tried. Every time.

Jungkook’s  amber orbs blazed with the golden light of a summer evening. His eyes reminded you of a sunset – no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t manage to look away.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N,” Jungkook waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your trance and shifted your gaze from his face to the ground.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Did I go too far? Do you want to hit me? You can hit me, just don’t hit my face. It’s the only thing I have going for me,” he offered you a comforting smile.

His smile alone was enough to make you feel better.

You shook your head and opened your mouth to speak, “Jungkook, just… don’t scare me like that ever again.”

He nodded and moved across the room. You thought he was going to leave until he walked back to you with a brown bag in his hands. Instantly, the smell of Tteokbokki hit your nostrils and you felt your mouth water a little. You hadn’t eaten since lunch. You reached out to take the bag when it was pulled away from your grasp.

Nuh uh,”Jungkook waggled his finger at you, “first, you have to show me your painting. You never show me your paintings of the sunset.”

“Um, no. There’s a reason why and that’s because they’re all trash. Absolute trash.”

“You’re being way too critical of yourself. Your paintings are never short of amazing.”

“But you haven’t seen these ones, that’s why you’re saying this.”

“Then show me,” Jungkook said.

You took a hold of both of his hands and looked up at him pleadingly

“Jungkook… please don’t make me.”

He huffed and looked away. You wondered what he was thinking about.

You heard the rustle of the paper bag as he handed it to you. “Thank you, kookie. I owe you one,” you said as you took a bite of the soft rice cake.

“Don’t thank me, I know you hadn’t had dinner so I brought you some food. It’s what friends are for,” he shrugged his shoulders as he reached for a rice cake.

You momentarily stopped chewing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop in disappointment every time you heard that word.


The two of you walked out of the room and sat on the cold, concrete floor.

The night sky was a sharp contrast to the once melodic array of warm colours – it was now black as ink, the only light illuminating from the stars.

“Hey, Jungkook.“


“Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade?”

“The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice.”

You grinned and gave him a rice cake. “It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.”

You couldn’t see his face but you could tell that he was smiling.

“Hey, Y/N”


“I-I think that I’m going to tell Hyojin that I love her,” he had mentioned out of the blue.

Your chest tightened, the same way it did when Jungkook first told you about his crush on your sister. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water. You sat still, vision blurring, and in that moment, you heard your heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.

“Y/N, are you okay? You look like you’re –“

“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on the rice cake when I tried to talk at the same time,” you lied, clutching the brown paper bag resting in your lap.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”

“You should do what you feel is right.”

You couldn’t make out Jungkook’s face. You only saw the highlighted parts of his face as the moonlight shone down upon him.

“What do you think is right?”

“It doesn’t matt—“

What do you think is right?”

You sighed, “you really love her, don’t you?”

“With all my heart.“

“Maybe”, you said gently, “you’re trying too hard to hear it. Don’t say it yet.”

Jungkook’s face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. You saw his body go rigid, his mouth hung with lips slightly parted and his eyes were slightly widened at your statement. Slowly, the shock wore off of his face and was replaced with a gaze that felt like an act of violence – a glare to stop your heart. You heard him as he scoffed, “…unbelievable.”

You felt your temper rise at Jungkook’s audacity to scoff at you, “what? You asked for my opinion and so I gave you my opinion. Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

Jungkook laughed heartlessly, looking down at you as if you were a complete stranger. “I’m going to tell her,” he said with an air of finality and a tinge of annoyance directed towards you.

Instead of lowering your head you lifted it, a stony glare carved into your dark eyes. Anger blurred your sight but you tightened your jaw and glared at him, “and what am I supposed to do? Sit by while you date other girls and fall in love with someone else and get married?” Your voice tightened, “And meanwhile, I’ll die a little bit more every day, watching.”

Jungkook turned, but too slowly to be normal. When he spook his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy, “Y/N, p-please, stop. Y-you’re just…jealous, just admit it,” you heard the slight hesitance in his words. “You know what, I’ll help you find someo—”

“Yes! I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with her, of every concerned expression you send her way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip her to pieces and purge her from your mind and from your heart. But I can’t.” before you could register what was happening, your brain made a decision of its own.

“Y/N, please don’t—“

Words flew from your mouth that you never thought you’d even think, let alone say out loud. You knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they’d hit their mark. In that instant, your relationship shattered into glassy shards. Nothing would ever be the same again.

“I love you,” you blurted out. “I-I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”

Jungkook shot up, his tall stature looming over your own. You stood up beside him, with your arms crossed and your eyes locked on him. It takes him a while to realize that you weren’t joking. You got up on your feet, standing a few inches away from him. "J-Jungkook?” you placed your hand on his arm in an effort to comfort him. Jungkook shoved your hand away.

“Don’t touch me.” Just a few words, but they brought tears to your eyes. You never thought this was how it would feel to have your heart broken.

“Jungkook, please. Don’t do this.” You pleaded him as you covered your face with your hands and wiping away your tears.

Oh no! I’m not doing anything here. I told you not to say it and yet you still said it.” Jungkook was now shouting at you.

“I’m sorry,” you sounded like you were choking on your tears. You never could keep your emotions under control; you couldn’t fight away the tears. You stepped forward, trying to reach out to him. Jungkook put his hands in front of him, halting you from taking another step.

“I said don’t touch me,” Jungkook’s voice cracked. Under the moonlight, you could see that his cheeks reflected your own tear-stained ones.

You didn’t try to get closer to him again. You sat down and tucked your knees to your chest, putting your elbows on your knees, and covered your face with your hands, then started to breathe slowly.

Silence gnawed at your insides. It hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. You needed to fill the void with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in its nothingness, cruelly underscoring how vapid your conversation had become – it clung to you two like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life from them.

You couldn’t stand the deafening silence anymore. “Jungkook,” you whispered, not daring to look at the face in front of you. “I-I love you and I can’t stop loving you. You overtake my affections and leave my heart in shattered disarray of pieces. Every single time you steal a part of me, you make it impossible for me to put myself together. I know you can never love me and yet I always delude myself in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn to love me back. Why is that? Perhaps I hope that you return what you’ve stolen. You never do. You smile, and it’s intoxicating. Your fingers brush through my hair, and it’s addicting. You laugh, and it’s contagious. You and your flirtatious self. But I know, and you know that you could never — would never return the love I shared with you.”

“You love Hyojin,“ you continued for him. "I know. Y-you’re in love with…her,” the bitter taste of those words lingered on your tongue.

Your eyes met his warm brown ones. “Yes,” he whispered, his lower lip trembling. “It’s her. It’s always been her.”

Jungkook’s words fell out of his mouth like vapour but landed in your guts as shrapnel. You felt your insides tear, and the blood drain from your face. You would have laughed but he was dead serious. His eyes were cold like you’d never seen and his features immobile. He handed back the painting you gave him just yesterday and you let it fall as soon as its weight had hit your palm. There was the mute sound of paper on cement but neither of you moved to pick it up. You were trying to understand the words he told you but you couldn’t. Then he turned to go, shoulders sunken and his hands in his pockets. Before you knew what you were doing you were standing in his way and locked eyes, the perfect distance for a kiss, but he shook his head. You could see your pain mirrored in his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry that I love you, Jungkook,” you said through your tears.

“Y/N, please. Let me go.”

“I can’t – not like this. Let’s talk about this. Please.”

There isn’t anything to talk about.”

Jungkook’s eyes were trained on some invisible specter behind you. His heavy eyelids took a fraction too slow to blink, his irises too stationary. It was as if his brain was suffering a massive short circuit and was struggling to compute. You moved into his line of sight, touching his cheek with the side of your thumb, your lips forming a pensive grin. Jungkook’s head tilted upward to your face, his eyes sliding into focus. Your voice came out in a breathy whisper, “can I just have one kiss?”

Jungkook made no motion to move and so, you leaned in. all of your senses were screaming at you to pull back, to step away from Jungkook – your sister’s boyfriend. And yet, you couldn’t. You knew he didn’t love him back, but you couldn’t resist. You leaned in a little closer, your foreheads touching. Dear god, you couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through you. His very smell was flooding his senses now.

“No!” he seemed to snap out from whatever trance he was previously in. “No, I thought you were my friend,” Jungkook yelled. He pulled himself away from you as if he touched a hot coal. Jungkook turned around and made a mad dash towards the exit.

“Wait! Jungkook,” you called after him. “Please,” you closed your eyes, pleading.

He didn’t.

Today I went with my Mam into the Black Mountains, which are a real life mountain chain in Wales and not a fantasy novel setting. She needed to double check which mountain is which colour, because that’s what happens with Welsh mountains and she’s doing a painting at the minute. (Turns out, she had the purple mountain and the lobster pink/orange mountain the wrong way around. Good job we caught it. That would have been embarrassing. She had the greens in the right places, though.)

Anyway, this involved climbing halfway up the mountain above Llanthony and then stopping for a while so she could do a preliminary watercolour, so she said I could do what I wanted in the meantime. So naturally I climbed all the way up the damn mountain I mean honestly Tumblrs what would you have done. It’s lush up there. You can see England one way and Wales the other. England is hella flat. I always forget. Wales is just mountains from there. That’s all it is. Mostly purple.

Also there were interesting plants since it was an upland peat bog and anyway I took longer than I meant to before reflecting that I should probably go back down and return to my mother. But I miss-judged? A bit? So she immediately thought I’d probably fallen off the mountain and broken my other leg.

And thus it was, Tumblrs, that as I started vaguely ambling back towards the path down, I suddenly heard my name.

Now, I don’t know how many of you have spent time in mountains? But the acoustics are weird, so you can’t tell where sounds are coming from, and that’s why it took about half a minute of looking around as someone shouted “"Elanor!” repeatedly, until they shouted “Look up!”

In my defence, when on top of a mountain, looking up is not that intuitive. But, in this case, it was the right answer. There was a hang glider above me.

“"Your Mam wants to know if you’re okay?” the hang glider asked.

“"Um,” I called back. “Yes?”

“"Okay,” the hang glider called, and it wheeled away over the mountain side.

“"She’s fine!” I heard distantly.

I have no clue how my mother managed to flag down a passing hang glider, but there we are.

dorks-in-fiction  asked:

Teru in C2 bc I'm terrible

I do believe the word you are looking for here is TERUble

SOmeone get this poor boy some blankets and hot cocoa or something, he is quite ill :’(

Expression ask meme!

She makes me see the world in color. It’s no longer a muddled gray, black and white mess. Her laughter has added pinks. Her smile a plethora of blues. Her warmth erupts with a million different shades of orange. Her protection shrouds me in every possible purple you could think of. Her softness gives birth to all that is red. The way she cares for me brings in bright yellowy hues. But her love…..her love is what makes all the colors mix and bleed and blend to the beautiful masterpiece which I see the world today. Her love has given me a technicolor view.
—  Me ( @porcelain-pixie about her ( @xsliceoflife

They’d bleach the sky if they could, you know. Suck away all the blue and pink, kill the fiery red and orange of the evening and the deep purple of the morning.

If they could capture the storms that roll in from the North, if they could bottle up the clouds and the lightning, they’d do that too. They’d hide all the thunderheads and rainy days away in warehouses, perfect rows of would be puddles locked inside little glass containers.

If they could, they’d kill the plants and flowers, they’d torch the whole earth for good measure, they’d call it sterile, clean. Soil like gray ashes, stretching for decades.

And if we let them, they’ll bleach us. Capture us, bottle us up, hide us away. Perfect rows in warehouses, would be beauty locked inside little glass containers. Sterile, clean, skin like gray ashes, and we’d stretch, we’d stretch for decades…

A thing I noticed about the OPM universe Earth

I think Earth in OPM has 2+ moons???

When i was looking for a planet in space engine to use as a map substitute to place all of the cities I went through the episodes and googled a bunch of reference screenshots and found this from when the meteor was coming toward City Z.

And look at it.

There are 2 very obvious round bodies on the pink and light blue orbits. Now they could be some kind of space stations but honestly??? I highly doubt it. Just because they’re too large in comparison to the planet for that to be reasonable. So boom! 2 moons right there.

BUT there are also 3 unknown objects orbiting the planet, green, purple, and red. The green one I think could be one of two things based on its highly elliptical orbit, either a larger piece of debris or asteroid that they track or a communications, weather, or GPS satellite because that is how those kinds are placed (because usually they need to be over a certain area for the majority of the time and when it’s furthest away it will linger over said area longer), so no moon there. But the other two are further out. They could be satellites in geosynchronous orbit (to explain the lack of highly elliptical orbit) but those are usually about 36,000km out. These look further than the moons. And the moon is 384,400km away from earth. Those bodies look similar to the real life earth vs moon size difference

So I don’t think the earth to moon distance is smaller (that would be really bad for the planet for obvious reasons). That means those orbits are way too far from earth for geosynchronous orbit to be reasonable. So they could either be more large debris or more moons!

Now its almost 3am right now so I could be forgetting something (and also am bias because I like the idea of the planet having multiple moons and being not earth like in general) but whatever. There’s obviously two moons there and I think that’s pretty cool.

abloodneed replied to your post “Ok but can we talk about Magnus cooing at that snake and calling it…”

this is the thing that kills me like either way those are HUGE, that’s why i wrote that thing because just imagine him working on that, perfecting it, putting so much time and energy into it. such a god damn thing

dammit now you’re making me want to know what else he might’ve made, whether as gifts or for himself. and also, when did he discover he could do this? did he grow flowers out of the ground when he was younger by accident? did he realize one day the flower simply never wilted or faded even in the frostbitten winter and it occurred to him what he could do? and then he went and tried it on small things like butterflies and spiders and lizards – eventually a snake.

imagine alec watching magnus one day, unnoticed, and magnus is out on his balcony growing a flower. just the world’s most powerful warlock, growing little pink and purple flowers that glow at night because he thinks it looks pretty. alec would have the softest look on his face.

Hi! So I wrote a fic loosely based on a post by omg-hawkeye. Check them out - they’re great!

Here’s the post - 

Warnings - very brief mentions of kidnapping but no actual kidnapping.

Clint stared at his wardrobe, a frown spreading over his features. Nothing. Well, nothing that he could wear anyway. Yesterday the team had found his old circus pictures and they would not stop teasing him about his purple costume. This was fine, as sooner or later someone else would goof up and they would forget about it - providing he didn’t remind them. This was where the problem lay – all his clothes were purple. Shirts, T-shirts, vests, dresses, cardigans, sweaters, hoodies and jackets. All in purple.

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speaking of nirvana, it was there
rare as the feathers on my dash from a phoenix
there with my crooked teeth and companion sleeping
dreaming a thought that could dream about a thought
that could think of the dreamer that thought
that could think of dreaming and getting a glimmer of god
i be dreaming of dreaming a thought
that could dream about a thought
that could think of dreaming a dream
where i cannot, where i cannot