Okay, but imagine a Magic/Mermaid au where Merman!Lance has a sort of bioluminescent sort of thing going on.
The glow just sort of mystifies Warlock!Keith whenever Lance does the thing, and compliments Lance for it. Telling him that it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and Lance just sort of light’s up and Keith compliments him even more. To the point where Lance dives back under the water to try not only to stop glowing, but to also slow down his rapidly beating heart.
Because oh no he really, really likes the cute warlock that saved his life.
This is was taken at the SHOWstudio exhibition where I was one of the exhibits. Or rather my studio was. We constructed a working photographic studio inside the gallery with the back wall as a two way mirror so the public could see in but from our side it was just a mirror. When Gaga came the gallery was full of her Little Monster fans all pressed up against the glass. She was in hair and make up for 3 hours by which time her fans were beside themselves desperate to see their idol. Gaga walked into the studio looking amazing in blond wig and beautiful YSL vintage suit. She walked up to the mirror and - just as if she was alone in her bathroom - applied her lipstick, her face literally inches away from her fans but still totally untouchable. It was one of the best bits of contemporary fashion performance I have ever seen, articulating ideas of the remoteness of celebrity and the loneliness of fame brilliantly. Her face was lit up in a sea of hundreds of little red glowing dots from the auto focus red LEDs on her fans cameras. Just beautiful. - Nick Knight
Team Fortress 2: A bunch of grown men with badass hats shooting each other over glowing dots and briefcases.
Gravity Falls: Noah Wiseman must uncover the secret of his great uncle’s brother’s diary while battling a mystery flavored Dorito chip
Steven Universe: A bunch of rocks slam into each other and make out and stuff
Gorillaz: The Satanic lovechild of Shrek and Keith Richards starts a band with a blue haired stoner, a loli, and Captain Protein Shake.
OFF: “I came here to chew some Big League Chew and kill spooks and babies. And I’m all out of Big League Chew.”
Hetalia: An Italian man wants spaghetti but his Aryan hubby says no.
Black Butler: Demons, cake, pedophilia, death and corsets. What more can you ask for, really?
Lucky Star; Dammit, Konata, stop being so relatable.
Five Nights at Freddy’s: Barney the Dinosaur’s human incarnate starts some mischief and the little furry babies are pissed.
The Babadook: [Babadook screaming like an angsty scene boy]
Homestuck: Together a gamer geek, his cousin(?), Mandy, and Henry Danger fighst alongside some pissy candy corn headed internet trolls to save the world from a mutant dog…beetle..carapace…thing…and aaah shit here come the cherubs!!
Steam Powered Giraffe: Musical robots with a love of Bobby Darin and a hatred for elephants and rock candy.
The sky presses rain and grey
The sun looks the other way
The rosemary, snipped for dinner
Revolts, taking over my nose
I fall to dreaming, fairy wishing
As light as butterflies kissing cheeks
My bones, compressed to toothpicks
So tiny, so light, I fly
And gathering petals from trees
The white blossoms, like clouds in seed
Petals pink as tongues, stripping wishes
Dangling from beds in children’s dreams
To the rosemary jungle
Dotted with cushioned could be’s
Basted in pungent scents, glowing
Fairy yellow dots dancing air
As if the galaxy has been wrenched
For wrapping around my little world,
Life a black sparkly blanket
Wonders hide in February
The ground shivers with what might be
Petal clouds, in nines, puff up and down
You and I, dressed in wings, sparkling
Could you try to fit Lokane with: I have constant nightmares and I’ve always had someone to cuddle with. Now, I realize we’re not on that level but you’re only one here and I’m really scared to go to sleep.
Loki wakes to the crash of thunder, the blinding flash of lightening. Rebirth has begun in earnest, the
skepna swooping over the Realm Eternal in a torrent of wind and rain. He glances toward the windows, watches the faint dots glowing like starlight dance and swirl on the violent current of air. As a boy, he’d stay up the first night of the season, curled up in a blanket as he followed the frenetic choreography of the tiny things. But like so many other childhood wonders, the awe has grown thin–a shadow of emotion. He breathes a sigh, flicking a thread of seidr toward the drapes to draw them closed.
A gasp whispers in his room, and he sits up, lanterns burning bright in answer to his will. His brows pinch together when his gaze finds Jane Foster standing inside of his door. The Midgardian–former Midgardian, he corrects himself–is diminutive in her shift, hugging herself and staring back at him with wide eyes. He’s curious at her presence. She was sent to Asgard sometime ago, one of the tributes offered up by her realm, and the first Gifted of her kind in centuries. His mother saw to the young woman’s tutelage. Loki saw fit to make her life exciting. Just a bit of harmless fun, though Jane was rather vehemently disinclined to agree. Not that all of their interactions were adversarial. The wisp had earned some measure of respect from him, even if the feeling was, apparently, far from mutual.
Which begs the question: “Is there something you need?” He keeps his tone light, playful–perhaps a little dangerous because this is the mask he wears perpetually. His gleaming shield in the bellicose society in which he was reared.
“I…” She jumps at the boom of thunder, gaze darting toward the windows. “I, uh…” Words appear to have failed her, and he measures her with a shrewd look.
“Could it be,” he says with a viperous grin as he draws out of bed, “that the dauntless Jane Foster is frightened?” He raises a brow as she lifts her chin defiantly and yet makes no argument. “Do they not have storms in the mortal realm?”
She swallows thickly. “They do, but…” She bites her lip, again glancing toward the unseen gale outside. “They give me nightmares.” The admission is hardly audible.
His smile falls away, tips downward in frown. He doesn’t intend for his confusion to bleed through the mask, but he cannot trace the path of her logic. If she is frightened, why turn to him? She has other friends. That word clenches white-knuckled in his chest when he thinks of his brother–the pillar of all things Aesir who collects Jane’s shining smiles and glittery laughter like maiden favors. Indeed, Loki is hardly suited for this role of comforter.
He takes a step toward her, then another until the distance between them is negligible, until she has to crane her neck to hold his gaze. “What could you possibly desire from the God of Mischief, I wonder.”
Ah, there it is. The steel beneath her fear as a hint of a glower washes over her features. He recalls how fragile she had seemed when she first stood at the foot of Odin’s throne. How boring Loki thought she would be. Merely another human oblation to appease the immortal protectors of Yggdrasil. She has deftly proven him wrong and continues to do so–a fact which delights him, though he keeps the truth of it hidden well.
“Though I am a skilled sorcerer,” he says when she makes no reply, “I cannot rein in the
skepna. Even I won’t risk their ire.”
She shakes her head. “No, that’s not–” She sucks in a breath. “I just don’t want to be alone. Can I… Can I sleep here tonight?”
What a strange request. “Why not Thor?” Loki asks, though he can’t be sure he wants the answer.
Jane’s mouth curls in a rueful grin. “Because he will take it as an invitation for something I have no intention of giving him.”
“And you think I won’t?” Loki gives her a feral smile because she is a fool if she believes him to be less of a threat than his brother.
“I don’t know,” she begins but the rest of her reply is cut off by reverberating thunderbolt. She sways toward him as though she might leap into his arms, but she holds her ground. “I’m willing to risk it with you.”
He ponders the implications of her statement. Does she think him a fangless beast? Or is she not opposed to the notion of giving him what she won’t give Thor? Though Loki hasn’t considered the latter before–not truly–he finds the thought to be of some interest to him now. She’s never shown any indication that she has a preference for him, but who is he to debate such needless details? This is quite the fascinating turn of events.
He steps to the side, gestures toward his bed. “By all means, stay.”
She sags a hairsbreadth in obvious relief. “Thank you.”
Later, when the roar of thunder seems unrelenting, she grasps his hand. She’s cold, quaking, and he tugs her toward him, cocoons her against his chest. Perhaps he can play the comforter, though he’s hardly altruistic. No, he thinks as he inhales the scent of blossoms and honey in her hair, this is the start of an excellent new diversion. After all, there are many nights of Rebirth yet.
He falls asleep with a mouth stretched in a wide grin.
= life creatures (terribly creative, I know)
I’ve been thinking lately about Castiel being a survivor of abuse, as Sam and Dean are. Also, how we don’t have flashbacks to Castiel’s “childhood,” as we do with Sam and Dean. Those kinds of flashbacks aren’t even unique to Sam and Dean on the show, although we have it more briefly with others, we saw Bobby’s childhood trauma first-hand. We even had a very brief look at John’s childhood, and we had a more substantial look at him as an adult barely out of young adulthood. I’m not even sure how Castiel flashbacks could be portrayed.
We’re told a lot about Castiel’s familial history and his history with the angels. We see his interaction with other angels—which for a long time were very strongly coded as “siblings” and also as fellow soldiers, and more recently more as fellow soldiers (with sister/brother more an honorific, apparently). tbh I think they changed it for the sake of the Castiel stories they wanted to tell now, and not because the sibling-like nature of the angel relationships isn’t important. The concept of angels as dysfunctional family was extremely important in the S4/S5 storyline. Overt parallels made to Sam and Dean for Lucifer and Michael. But it’s also important to understanding Castiel on an emotional level.
So I’m trying to piece together Castiel’s “childhood”—I don’t think angels have a childhood in the sense that humans (or we) would define it, we’ve been shown so little about how this works, but he had formative influences, he learned, he had mentors, and he had trauma that helped form him and informs how he reacts to things now.
When Asriel meet Papyrus ghost for the first time in the abandoned snowdin village, its in the middle of a snowstorm who wont stop attacking the mountains. For a second our hero thinks the cheerful skeleton is really in front of him until he realize the wind and snow passing trough him. Still its the red scarf he recognize right away having seen it not so long ago…
(Pardon me for giving Papyrus glowing dots eyes but I wanted to make clear he was looking at our tiny hero.;u;)