As I was younger, I met a boy. Deep, deep in forest he lived in a cave, high up in the mountains. He was feared by his power, his long, sharp fangs, dark eyes, his animalistic behavior and hair, that was long and untamed. Wolf boy, that’s what my village called him. This boy was cold and forceful in everything he did, though he had a soft side. I saw it, once. I hated the narrow minded community in my home town, so I fled in the deep green of the nature to escape shallowness for a minute and explore reality in its purest form. The deeper I got into the forest, the more attention I gathered, by one specific creature. This was the first time that I met this boy. He was in my age and he asked me what I wanted here. I saw that he was careful with human beings - since he was something oddly different, I do not know till now if he was a spirit or guardian of the nature or just returned to the wild - but I saw that he had interest as well. The interest and fascination with the tiny amount of fear the both of us had grew to friendship, and soon, as I turned 18 I realized that I fell in love with this boy and the boy fell in love with me. The wolf boy remarked constantly that I was pure fascination, he could not stop thinking about the words I say, the actions I did, my face - not even at night. But the love took an ugly end. Though our relationship was a big adventure itself since the both of us were from another world, he kept tyrannizing my home town. He said it gave him joy and excitement and that I was just too prude and his pride did not let him feel just a little bit empathy for me. I tried convincing him to stay with me. We could have gone somewhere else, live in another small village together and just keep contact with my family since I loved them - but his raw love decided to turn against me. I turned to to his enemy and I became ‘one of them’. From this day on, he left the forest he lived in and I miss him still.’
Taurus: I am what they call a ‘femme fatale’ or, if you like, a maneater.
I do not know my purpose, I honestly am as clueless as the poor creatures which soul I take every night.
One day, I woke up, laying on a cold ground and the only thing that was in the room with me has been this giant mirror. I looked at myself. It is not like I had a life in the past or was I plainly made like this? Made for this life? I do not know. I just know that my full lips and curves are hypnotizing them and my deep, brown eyes are grabbing them so tightly, none of them would ever be able to forget me. And that is a fact. None of these men ever forgot me. Me or my voice, my soothing laugh and light touches. They bought me red dresses made out of fine silk, the wrote letters, telling me how they missed my soft, sun kissed skin. I loved that. Somehow it was nice to be spoiled. I drank the best champagne, ate the most exotic fruits and had my senses pleased by every good willed or desperate soul that crossed my way.
That was my life before I got rejected. Rejected by a guy, so simple and dull looking, ugh, it gives me headaches just thinking about it. “I don’t want your company”, he said and ignored me. He even looked into my eyes but was still not reacting. Wasn’t I something different? Wasn’t I the demon that visited them every night just to slowly kill them? “Do you tell me, I am not appealing?” He dared to nod. “Yes.” I noticed how my real raging, evil nature wanted to show itself but I gritted my teeth and went back to my apartment.
Hadn’t I everything I needed for them to fall in love with me? Wasn’t that what I was made for? As I cried hysterically, I noticed a little piece of paper lying on my desk. A little bit confused I picked it up and read the short sentence written on it. ‘Look in the mirror’, it said. Suddenly I was scared. What was that supposed to mean? A joke of some guy that in the end turned out to be vengeful, huh? So I looked into the mirror. And in front of me was an old woman. The woman was not ugly, but she did pass her best years in life already. I screamed and out of shock I threw the mirror to the ground, it shattered and little pieces of glass flew to my feet. I threw every mirror out of my house.
What if it hasn’t been their souls keeping me alive? It doesn’t matter, because I refuse to believe that this is me.
Gemini: I remember
that my grandma told me many stories as I was younger. She told me a lot of her
childhood, especially about her school time. Every dinner at her house ended
with tears of laughter because of the memories she shared with us. One day
though, she told me something I couldn’t believe at all. It was at her 74th
birthday, the last birthday we celebrated with her. “As I
was younger, there was not much to laugh about, I know, it doesn’t seem like it
sometimes, but the times were harder than now, we had no time to be kids. And
as I turned 14, I was an adult in the eyes of my parents. One day as I sneaked
out of the house to play with a friend of mine - I wasn’t allowed to go out
because I had to tidy up the house, but oh well, I didn’t felt like doing so
this day - when I noticed that there was
a new family that moved in the house that was empty for years. I was and still
am very curious, so I observed it all a bit. The family seemed regular, nothing
really special, but the older brother out o these two - he was sixteen if I remember
correctly - he was special. I don’t know what he was but for me he was a magician. No, something higher, like a chosen one. A
story teller from another world. Since I was a polite girl I asked him if he
want to play something outside - or if he wants me to show him the neighborhood
- and soon the boy called Josh turned out to be my vanishing point, because the
things he told me…they became real.” As my grandmother told me that I
was highly alarmed. Maybe she was not right in the head because of her age, but
then again she never showed any kind of symptoms or has been seriously ill. So
I kept on listening and what she told me was unbelievable.
“ One day he asked me to close my eyes while he wanted to tell me a story
he just heard and really liked. I did, since I did not see any harm in it and
as his words - so full of energy and life - reached me, I felt a mildly stronger
wind soothing me. “Open your eyes, carefully and don’t panic”, he
told me and I literally could hear his grin. I was in a land mad out of clouds and
everything gold, the sky was bright and blue, but somehow you could see the
stars, planets, the moon and the sun. Even the earth. “What is
that?!”, I asked as I started to feel anxious but he just kept smiling and
told me that this was his own world. Well, from this point it was our world.
Every day we tried to meet and every day we could imagine and create the world like
we wanted. A world where we fought pirats like they did in Neverland and we talked to animals and I gained all kind of secrets the nature there bared. He was from another universe. He taught me everything beautiful and
the power of imagination. If it wasn’t real of course. But one day as we actually wanted to meet again, he and his family strangely disappeared. As I
asked the neighbors and my parents, they told us they never heard of their name
Cancer: You were
innocence and brutality. You were the only sanity I had and somehow nothing but
distraction of my mind. As I saw you the first time everything turned quiet and
everything turned grey, except you. You shined in every color and my heard
started bumping for the first time in years. I never talked to you, but
sometimes I watched you reading your book in the middle of the class as you
couldn’t care less about math and in the breaks you walked behind the school
building with your friends and smoked a cigarette after another until there was
no time left and you came late to almost every lesson and you smelled like
smoke but that was okay. You kind of made me like this smell. You were the giant
waves burying me every night as I realized it will never work out but you also
were the gentle breeze at the beach in the afternoon as I sat down by the shore
and thought about us - looking at each other and not even realizing what the
other one thinks.
My heart ached just thinking about you and I flee into a world of lucid
dreaming, lilac and pink toned skies with orange clouds adorning them, and I
flee into a world filled with anxiety and fear of never being yours because I
need you, but I guess you never thought about being with me. I search for
broken sea shells because they remind me of something I wished to be, a
thought, a wish, that was meant to fail from the beginning,
I wonder what I reminded you of me. Maybe I was only the boy who had math and history
with you. Maybe I reminded you of nothing at all.
Maybe I was never a part of your world.
Leo: Every night I walk up the sky. A ladder out of clouds appears in front of my window, I open it and make my way up to the sky where I will find the most bright and shimmering stars out of all. They are made out of something we human beings describe as ‘stardust’, but do you know what stardust is, actually? No, and I no clue either, but sometimes, when you look someone and you share a deep, mutual feeling? Like love, joy, or even sadness? That’s how it looks like. I know, I know, it is complicated. But, every time i look at you I hope I will see this kind of shimmering in them, because your deep, brown eyes remind me of the darkness of the night sky and every night when I climb to the stars I sit among them and watch you having the most vivid dreams. Sometimes they are happy dreams, sometimes they are full of disturbing images, so horrific that I take a little bit of the golden dust and let it trickle onto you. And when you wake up and we see each other at the bus station I see you smile, no dark circles under your eyes: you must have slept well. You know, up there in the sky is a castle, the night told me it was created for me, and it is made out of gold and silver, jewels, little opals and rubies that are illuminating the walls and window sills and the ceiling is painted and the most glorious pictures are placed on it, like Michelangelo himself visited the dream castle. And on the ground made out of marble I dance, every night. All alone, once in a while in beautiful clothes made out of silk and satin but mostly in my casual clothes, like you tend to see me every day in. The instruments play on their own and I sing to the music. Everything is shining and my heart is pumping and you do smile at me from time to time but my heart feels very heavy, you have to know. I show you, I really do show you that you are blessed with the beauty of the stars but I am afraid and maybe asking you if you need money for food in school or telling you that I like your sense of humor isn’t enough. Because I climb up to the stars for years now, the stars that do greed me once in a while, but do not love me as much as I wish you to love me. I dance alone, all alone in this castle and I cry all alone on this castle. Maybe one day, you will dance with me.
Virgo: I was working for this family my whole life, since my little body was fished out of the lake by our dearest Lord, I was forever deeply indebted to him and his family. I was happy I could for such an honorable family. I was glad that I had something that I was able to call ‘home’. A bed. Some books. Education - not the highest, but enough. And a perspective. As a person maiden I was everything that the younger woman in the village sometimes wished to be: the true hidden gem in the most respected household in the country. But there was something missing. I looked at my shaking hands as I was washing the dirty clothes of my Lord’s wife. Suddenly, the water turned red. I felt a stinging sensation on my hands and pulled them out quickly, furrowing my brows I looked at them. They bled. It felt so wrong. Those hands that already looked like the one of a 50 years old, even though I would celebrate my 21th birthday this year. There was nothing I could truly give. From the bottom of my heart. There was nothing. Out of nowhere, a light touch on my shoulder gave me a shiver. It was the Lord’s oldest son. “You, it’s late, go, get some sleep, let others finish it.” I wanted to protest - kindly of course - but he saw right through me. “You’ve done enough today. You deserve to rest - but let me help you with your hands first.” He smiled gently and his almond eyes gave me a feeling o security and warmth. “Thank you.” From this moment on, I felt devoted to the son, it was a love made out of thankfulness and pure adoration. The Lord’s eldest son did not even care about my being and the effort I did, but he was gentle and not too harsh as some people here were. In special occasions he even asked for advice. I was able to give him a piece of my views and believes and he kindly treasured my words. I cried happy tears as my love’s wedding took place and I was allowed to give my opinion on the decoration and wedding theme. My love was unrequited but it was honest till the end.
Libra: “My dear son, what are you looking at again?”, the father asked as he washed the dishes. They just finished breakfast. His thoughts being interrupted, the boy blinked before turning to his father. “I’m sorry father, I will help you instantly.” “You know, looking out of the window every day isn’t good, you will lose your sense for reality.” The son thought about this statement the whole day and the day after and even the day after that. “Why should I stay inside and help my father with his work? I am a living being after all. After all, I…I do feel as well.” The wooden boy went to the window in his bedroom and saw the neighbor girl, picking some flowers, probably for her ill grandmother. Once in a while when he was allowed to go out for a walk he chatted with her a bit - she was bubbly, but after all very soft and kind. Some people were fascinated by him, some told his father he should sell him to a museum or let scientist examine him, in the end no one knew how his father made the wooden boy come alive. And then there were people that were deeply afraid of him, calling him words like ‘monster’ or ‘accident’. “Oh my dear son, do not listen. You may think a little bit too rational sometimes, but after all you just came to live a few months ago - you still need to learn and learning is one of the most common, human things on earth.” Yes, that indeed was true, but his father never saw what was going on inside his wooden heart. He was feeling like everyone else did. He wanted to help others, he wanted to socialize, but every time he gave, no one wanted to give this mutual feeling back - the feeling of someone special by his side was just too good to be true. This neighbor girl was the only one daring to talk to him and she even went picking flowers with him. The wooden boy was kind, talked politely and with his natural charm a fairy blessed him with the night he came alive, made her feel comfortable - the girl became special to him. One day though he saw the girl kissing a for him unknown boy. “What..what is that kind of feeling?”, he asked irritated and his father answered with the word: “heartbreak”. The wooden boy went to the shore a few days after that and with a wooden boat he made his way to somewhere else. “Pinocchio, where are you going?”, asked the sea concerned. The wooden boy did not know. “I guess I am made out of driftwood”, he answered.
Scorpio: We sat by the shore and the setting sun let the world look even duller as it already was. His eyes searched for a fixed point, somewhere at the endless horizon, he always did that. Somehow, he never seemed to find one. Sometimes it got really quiet among the both of us. But it was pleasant. There were the crashing waves, the endless screaming of the sea gulls and the howling of the cold, hard wind. But it was pleasant. Somehow everything was pleasant. He was there and every inch of my body was filled with a vivid, magnetic feeling, I wanted to get closer to him, but I never knew if I wasn’t already close enough. I was attached. Attached by one accidental, simple stroke of his warm hand when we walked through the city, attached by his deep, blue eyes and every time I looked at them I felt as I was jumping into ice cold water. He had a last drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the waves. They devoured it. “What are you looking at all the time, are you searching for a fixed point?”, I asked simply and watched the cigarette swimming on the surface. He smiled shortly, lowering his eyes, before they moved to me. And it was quiet again. This pleasuring silence, and I knew he thought about something. There was something odd about his stare but in a good way. He smiled again before answering. “There’s no need for that, when you already have one, isn’t it.” I was too scared to say something, I was too scared to ask if it was me. Because I knew that he was mine fixed point. This love was like waves pulling me closer to the muddy ground, but I loved the coldness of the sea because he himself was the warmth that greeted me when I made it back to the shore once in a while. I really wanted me to be his everything, just as he was mine.
“I once had a bird. It was the most beautiful,splendid bird I have ever seen, never ever had mother nature created such a beauty again. Once in a while, your eyes catch something so oddly beautiful, you just have to capture it. With his bright and shimmering feathers as it sat there on a branch. As it preened it feathers, I slowly crept up on it, taking my camera and took a picture. It stopped as it heard the clicking noise, but did not flew away. I had the feeling it looked at me, saw right through me. At this moment I thought this bird was new. A new species. I could give it a name, this majestic creature, I could make it my own. From this moment on I investigated all my time observing the time, drawing it, noting down some of my newest observations and thoughts to gain as much knowledge as I could get. But next to it desire to fly all the time, it sang. Often and passionately. Maybe it called a mate. Or some other bird of its species, male or female - it did not matter. Another thing I noticed was, that it was not a timid animal - no, in fact it liked to present itself - but it really had no place to stay. In fact, it rode down the wind, like it was searching for something. A nest? A mate? Sometimes I was scared, because the bird disappeared for days, but it always came back. Somehow, it always came back, but I could never be sure. One day, I was sick of it. ‘Goddammit, for the sake of science, do it!’, I did shout at myself and captured it. It was hard because of it sharp beak. I put it in the biggest cage I could find, I made my home as realistic as the actual forest it lived in. Excited it flew around its cage,a little bit nervous and scared, but over all very confident. I loved this unique, vivid bird, and it loved me as well. It answered me with some of its sing sang once in a while and it even dared to get closer to me. But something changed. The bird slowly started dying. There was no singing. No flying. No chirping. It lied on the ground, breathing heavily, it was exhausted. Moved and concerned by the picture in front of me, I opened the cage, carefully lifted the bird up and lied it down on the window sill. As I came back the bird was gone. I never saw it again.”
Capricorn: As a florist I am deeply devoted to any kind of plant and the act of making
them grow, creating a bouquet of flowers, nature itself - as I was a kid I
already felt like Daphne the nymph in the wood ,the green surrounding
me soothed me, I found peace in the nature. Well, as I was 22 years old I got
the idea to open my own flower shop - much to the liking's of my parents. I
wanted to create something absolutely new: a flower shop with a touch of the
unusual, kind of unique, maybe something that you won’t find everywhere.
I wanted to do black flowers.
My parents told me a thousand times that this would ruin me, an idea meant to
But of course, they couldn’t stop me. Years later I opened my flower shop at
the end of the city, it was small but cute and my flowers sure caught the
attention of passengers and after a while I had some customers trusting me and
buying my creations and flowers. But no one really seemed to appreciate the
black ones. “They are..ahm…different, honey”, my aunt said as she
visited my shop. “You really think that people want them? Flowers are
meant to look good, make one happy and let the room look friendlier. This is…quite
the opposite.” Before I couldn’t even respond a young man looking at small
plants in one corner of my shop interrupted me, apologizing before speaking:
“I see them as exciting. They draw attention to them and have something
unique, maybe something that not everyone understands.” He smiled plainly before
laying his eyes on me. “I’d like black roses. I need for a special
occasion.” I nodded. I’ve never seen him before or even nearby but I did
as he said. From this moment on he went to my shop every two weeks, only to
order some new black roses, he usually was quiet but once in a while he dared
asking me questions. A little bit odd sometimes, he was a bit cold, but
otherwise kind of magnetic - I don’t know why. One day he stopped coming. After
maybe a year. The year he disappeared was also the hardest year for my shop -
my grandmother died and I neglected the shop to the point where I was close to abandoning
it. It survived in the end, after they saw the rosaries I did for the grave
more people gave me and my shop a chance. One day, as I was visiting her grave,
I crossed a grave I have never seen before. I read the name out loud and
wondered, before I gasped in shock and almost let the watering can fall down.
Black roses were placed in front of the tombstone, they seemed old, almost
rotten. I wondered if it was him laying six feet underground.
Aquarius: I was just watching. I saw her dancing on the other side of the room, like she was in a dream. The fluorescent light touched her skin softly and all I wanted was to talk to her. But I could not. I was not able to. Sometimes when she went to bed and suffered from nightmares - which she got pretty often - I started stroking her hair and she would sleep tightly and calmly eventually. When she forgot to pack her lunch I would carefully put it in her schoolbag and when she forgot to make her bed after waking up, I gladly did it for her once in a while. “Thank you, darling”, her mother would say. “But mom, that wasn’t me”, was her constant response. Her mother would smile then and lightly shake her head, but her daughter was going insane with her mother not believing her that she didn’t even touch the sheets till 7am. When she came back from school I listened to her soothing voice, humming to the songs that her phone played. I admit, I am not really fond of the music today, but I could get used to it, after all I was an open minded spirit, right? I just wish I could be with her and walk her to school and carry her books and pick flowers with her and all the stuff that she writes in her dairy - yes I admit yet again I read it once in awhile when she decides to write something down. But then I was afraid. I did not know how these things worked out. I mean, for me, things like love will never turn out again, but I was always a bit special when it came to occasions like those. Me, falling for a living girl? I was at the attic almost for 5 days before I decided to visit her. I listened to her calling a friend and she told her that she hated flowers. Hating flowers? Well,I guess I can cancel picking flowers with her now out of my imagination. And she complained about not having anyone for Valentine’s Day. I know, this girl would never ever notice me. Hell, she didn’t even believe in ghosts. But after all, that was the only thing left on earth that mattered for me - this strange love. So instead of flowers I made myself useful and I placed a jar with three fireflies I was able to persuade into being a gift for only one day in front of her door and happily she told her mom about a mysterious admirer. I know, I know, really cheesy. But that day I strangly fell asleeo. As I woke up I saw a bright, white light. Maybe it was my time to go.
War is over and I suppose it’s best for me to stay at the Summer’s islands. After such a dark period we would need the time to gather around again and work up the loss of our nation. I heard about your father and I deeply apologize, telling you my honest concern. But he was a good man, he fought for the right side and for justice and peace.
After I heard that you are going to marry the oldest son of your dearest father’s friend I want to congratulate the both of you, may you live happily together.
I want to be honest and please forgive me speaking so openly about my feelings, but I think it is the best if we would stop interfering with one another from this point on. This moment we live in right now, it is hard but the right time to start things over again.
And I can not be a part of your life anymore.
Since I was young and I was ordered to be your knight, I felt very attached to you.
They describe magic creatures in those fairy tales my father told me not to read. They would make me weak, he said, I should see right in the dead eye of life. But I still read them. They helped me escaping out of the brutality of life.
And you constantly did remind me of the dreamy fantasy these books told me about. Like those elves in the fairy tale you moved gracefully through the woods, going for a walk and your soft hair would blow in the wind and reminded me oh so often of the fresh and pure snow.
I wished I would be able to vanish those feelings and memories, so I could watch you growing old, so I could see you in your purest form of the celestical being that you are every day.
You made me stand up when I wanted to leave war and flee into the woods, when I wanted to escape life. You alone made me stay.
And because I adore you with all of my being I wish you to be happy.
I will let go.
But I needed to tell you before I let you disappear out of my heart and mind.
Do not write back, im asking you at this point.
Do never change your heart.
the band embraces the electronic tones embodied in the Bloom video, continuing to confuse everyone
their social media presence is slowly transformed into a steady stream of vaporware aesthetic in varying tones of lilac, fuchsia, and violet
collabs with Lynn Gunn, Melanie Martinez, and AWOLNATION
pete dyes his hair lavender
cryptic messages in the lyrics cause hardcore fans to travel around the world, seeking love and revenge and probably some nice merch
live shows begin with a fog machine filling the stadium. red and blue lights flash from invisible sources. we hear barely intelligible voices chanting soulfully around us. suddenly a host of rose petals descends from above, blanketing the pit in flowery abundance. we are suffocating from the fog and perhaps from pollen allergies. patrick’s voice in the distance intones “i don’t caaaaare”
the fanbase, after experiencing acute repolarization, settles back into its normal way of life. all is forgiven. all is well. until we realize that they’re making seven different music videos for the first track
As of now, the crime boss known as Emperor still thinks he is taking delivery of a new, very rare, pink, spotted, horned bloodsucker. (Fauno Pan)
You have yet to meet his basement dwelling son Baazlik, who is apparently very smart and has a HELL of a lab. What kinds of things is he up to?
You know that Emperor’s eldest son, Xerpin Baaz is not too fond of his Emperor Father’s pet..the lilac toned horned, spotted bloodsucker known as Liluck.
You are realizing the magnitude of Liluck’s influence on his murderous master and how Liluck has probably saved many lives without anyone being aware of it. The power of an entertaining “fool” of a pet…. here he is singing a silly, teasing song about Emperor’s vast intergalactic criminal syndicate.
Request: “Anakin and the reader make love for the first time after attending on a sun festival/popular party idk something with pretty stuff on the streets, people dancing etc on her home planet? Ya know, summer breeze, huge white moon seen from the open balcony of her castle room, dim lights, the reader wearing this light dress that drove ani crazy, ani wearing an attire that matched hers, fluffy ani being careful and sweet with her”
Prompt: Anakin and the reader make love for the first time after attending a summer festival on her home planet of Naboo.
A/N: I really don’t know how I feel about this one, considering it’s my first real smut piece. The last one I put up that contained smut, wasn’t a major scene. Let me know what you guys think, I’m just trying to reference other fics I’ve read, to try and not make it super awkward.
Here’s my new hair. It’s lilac with tints of pink and violet, in a short/mid bob and a cute lil fringe. I feel so sassy and funky, so in love with my hair. Didn’t think I would ever go this short, suit it or leave liking it as much as I do! Over the moon is an understatement. Really missed my lilac hair so feels good having it back.
Author’s Note: Dadko scene, inspired by one of my favorite Lion King scenes
Rating: General Audiences
Night was nearly over in Fire Nation, quietly in distance the first sun rays were beginning to show.
Crown Prince Sol was already up. Jumping excitedly out of his king sized bed, the young prince run to the big curtains of his bedroom and pulled them away. Peeking through the glass of the window, Sol watched the night sky becoming a lilac tone. A happy grin plastered all over the eight-year old prince as he saw the first, shy, sun rays starting to show in distance.
Quickly the boy changed from his night clothes into his normal prince ones. Leaving his chambers, he run three doors to his left and opened it. Still in her king-sized bed was his six-year old sister, Princess Kaya, sleeping soundly. The boy frowned and pouted…his sister isn’t a firebender like he is and therefor she ‘doesn’t rise with the sun’.
‘Oh well…she will lose all the fun!’ thought the Prince before, quietly, closing the door and continue running through the extensive hall. Soon reaching his parents’ chambers, Sol opened the door excitedly while yelling
-Dad! Dad!- he run to his parents’ bed and jumped on it, falling on his mother’s back which caused a tired ‘huff’ to leave her lips -Sorry mom! Come on, dad, we gotta go!-
He shook Zuko’s arm. The Fire Lord was snoring lightly, still not daring to open his eyes despise the morning noise he was already used to -Dad!- Sol called again, now frowning -Daaaad…!-
Katara kept her eyes closed but a tiny, tired smile appeared on her lips as she whispered -Your son is awake…- in the background she could still hear Sol calling his father countless times
Zuko did not open his eyes either -Before sunrise he is your son…- he mumbled
-Daaaaad!!- Sol called again, now annoyed that his father wouldn’t answer his pleas -Come on dad!- he pulled on the blankets that covered his father’s body but Zuko gripped them tighter, frowning while keeping his eyes closed. When he tugged, hard, on the blanket, it caused Sol’s grip to loosened up making the young Prince roll a few centimeters away.
But that wasn’t enough to stop the boy’s attempts to get his father out of bed. Quickly he jumped on Zuko’s back as hard as he could, a mischivious yet annoyed glint in his blue eyes -You promised!- yelled the young Prince. Zuko finally opened one eye, staring at his son’s eyes…Agni they were just like his mother’s!
Sighing, the Fire Lord answered -Okay, okay! I’m up, I’m up!- Sol let out a happy yell as he finally got out of his father’s back and off the huge bed. Zuko yawned as he grabbed hold of his dark red robe. Before getting up, he looked back at Katara, still lying yet with one eye opened. He chuckled slightly before leaning in and stealing a kiss from her lips -He really is his mother’s son, you know. Too persuasive.-
Katara closed her opened eye before snuggling in the pillow’s warmth -I know…I carried him for nine months.-
Eyeshadow for Brown, Hazel, Blue, Green and Grey Eyes
Brown eyes? Blue eyes? Green eyes? Hazel eyes? Grey eyes? Either way I’m a believer in the theory of: Love something? Wear it! There are no rules when it comes to makeup. However if you’re wanting to really enhance a certain feature certain colours and techniques can help. Generally the most flattering shades for your eye colour are ones on the opposite side of the colour spectrum.
It’s important to note that these shades don’t just have to be worn as eyeshadow! Experiment by wearing them as eyeliner or mascara. If you’re scared of bold shades try using them in sheer formulas like creams or liquids and blend them in with your fingertips.
If you still struggle with finding your perfect eyeshadow shade to compliment your eyes try a kit specifically designed to your eye colour and examine the shades in them, otherwise purchase one! Many drugstore brands do them and the quality is often quite good.
send me a character/fandom + a color theme and i'll make an edit/gifset with your choices!
you don't have to have a blatantly colored gif or edit, just simply something with the hue of colors chosen. (eg. a rose theme where the gif is mostly toned down or muted but the rose/pink colors are enhanced/the focal point.)
warm tones leaning towards ocher yellows
light colors that favor the pastel shades
romantic reds/maroons and dusty pinks
white washed with lilac and/or caramel tone hints
vibrant pinks/fuchsias and whites
anything within the warmer color palette (red, orange, yellow, etc.)
Here is the final chapter! I wanted to thank everyone who has been so kind toward the story and myself. With out further ado, enjoy. xx Anni
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I couldn’t believe I had let my temper get in the way again.
This is what always happened, I fell for someone, they try to support me and
eventually I rip their head off. Albeit it usually takes a little longer but
there was something special with Owen. He was just so interested. How could he
have known that bringing up Derek in surgery would anger me, or that yelling
back at me would only make me worse? He couldn’t have. I felt like I had kicked
a puppy. An adorable, sexy giant of a puppy that made my insides turn to goo.
Maybe not a puppy, the analogy seems a bit weird now. As I was sitting there
the door to the on-call room opened.
“What?” You pull yourself away from your phone and look up at Imayoshi.
“The ‘second most dangerous boy in school.’ He says he wants the challenge because I’m around you all the time.”
“Who is the first?”
He lifts his eyebrow, as if you didn’t already know the answer. You stick your tongue out at him in response and he shakes his head, sighing.
The hot, sticky weather outside made you blow air down your shirt, separating from your skin. The sun wasn’t even up yet, and it was sweltering already. Too bad club duties called for you to go to practice.
“I’ll see you later,” he calls as he walks toward the basketball gym. “Have a nice practice.”
You smirk, “What, you don’t want to see me in my volleyball shorts?”
He growls and you escape into the gym, chuckling. He had confessed a while back that he liked seeing you in the shorts, and since then, you never stopped teasing him about it.
As you ran practice, spiking balls and diving to save them, you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly you were going to do for Imayoshi’s birthday. It was in two days and you had no plans.
The brief greeting pulls you out of your thoughts as you make your way to class.
“Hi?” You stare back at the exact person that Imayoshi had warned you about.
The so called ‘second-most -dangerous boy in school’ was leaning against the wall to your first class. He wasn’t actually that dangerous, as Imayoshi had made it obvious where he stood in comparison to himself during the first week of high school. The boy had fled, tail between his legs, and made sure to not hang around Imayoshi again. If Imayoshi was great at mind games, this guy was physical and pure muscle. He had no sweet words with traces of poison. He was practically a meathead.
After being around Imayoshi for so long, you weren’t scared of many people, including Imayoshi. If anything, he was just mischievous to you as he left his sly tactics for others. It had been that way since you had elbowed him in the stomach shortly after you two had met. No, Imayoshi was practically harmless, save for the occasional times he hid a fake spider in the corner of the kitchen.
The acrid smell of cigarettes was plain and clear, even from the distance of two feet. “Yeah, you.” He pushes himself off the wall. “We’ve been in the same class for a while, but we never talk.”
You bite your tongue, not wanting to say that he was too scared to talk because Imayoshi was in the same class too. Although you had other friends in the class, mostly girls, Imayoshi was the one you talked to most outside of class, and he usually partnered up with you for projects.
“I suppose we don’t.”
“We should hang out sometime,” he nods, as if agreeing with himself. You nearly blanch from his straight-forward nature before he stoops down to whisper in your ear. “You know what I like in a girl?”
“What?” Your voice comes out smooth and oily, probably an effect of hanging around Imayoshi. You realize a second later that it could easily be considered seductive.
You step away from him, eyes flashing. A body brushes behind you. You tilt your head back enough to recognize Imayoshi.
“Hello.” His tone is dark and dangerous. “Nice to see you again.”
The boy, startled, slips into the classroom as fast as possible in order to get away from the infamous Imayoshi Shoichi.
“I told you so, damn it.” He usual small, mysterious smile is on his face as people hurry to class. His fingers grip into your shoulder and you aren’t fooled by the curved up lips. Behind that smile is one pissed off male. “Why do you play with fire?”
“He just stopped me in the hallway, okay? Calm down.”
He lets go and spins on his foot, walking into the classroom and choosing not to answer.
It had been a few days since he had told his teammates that you two were together. He had told them the day after the pool incident, in which he took you against a pool ladder and wall. You had been sore for days from overstimulation, much to his satisfaction. His teammates had either wolf-whistled or said “You two weren’t together already? You guys are practically joined at the hip.”
You spin your pencil around your fingers in class, trying to figure out what to get him for his birthday along with how you were going to explain to Imayoshi exactly what had gone down in the hallway.
Your brain was mainly occupied with those two thoughts during the day, and you nearly don’t realize that Imayoshi looks angry for the rest of school. Normal classmates or teammates wouldn’t be able to recognize the subtle differences, but after knowing him for so long, you could tell.
You comb your fingers through your hair as you finger some of the cloth inside the store. After school and practice, you decided to run errands and to stop into a shop in order to both cool off and buy new underwear.
“Would you like to look at our new collection of bras and lingerie?”
“Ah,” You were about to say no, thinking that they would be a little more expensive, until you realize that some of less-new bras in the store were bent or worn. The material had probably been tried on multiple times. “Alright then, fine.”
She opens a box, throwing a jewel-toned deep lilac set in your face. The overeager young woman was practically babbling, “Very pretty, comes with garters for free too!” before shoving emerald and dark blue bras in your face along with a variety of panties. You stumble to the fitting room, sighing and wondering why you didn’t just walk out of the store before remembering they were one of the only stores in the area that carried a bigger bust size.
Stripping down, you try on the lacy material of the deep lilac before spinning around to inspect its fit. In the mirror, you are taken aback. The bra is translucent, showing the buds of your nipples and creating an unexpected amount of cleavage. The panties themselves are on the cheekier side, showing skin of your backside while barely being held together by the lace waistband.
You nearly strip it all off before remembering Imayoshi.
He always teased you for being the innocent one out of the two. He called you out on it yesterday. You slide the material off slowly, making up your mind. No matter how scandalous it seemed, and probably how hard it would be to hide it from your parents, you would buy it just to show up Imayoshi Shoichi.
You hum walking out the door, smirking and knowing that it would catch him off guard. Perhaps enough off guard for him to listen to your explanation of this morning.
The flat was empty, like usual, and you head to your room to try on the lingerie again. Your parents wouldn’t be home until extremely late, meaning around midnight, so you were completely safe from them finding out. “The Idiot” was probably in his own flat, doing his homework. You slip on the material again, deciding to attach the garters this time. The thin material moves against your skin and you can’t help but think what Imayoshi’s expression would be.
Yawning, you sit down on your bed, slightly tired from school. You set an alarm for an hour, intending to take a power-nap. Your head barely hits the pillow before you fall asleep.
A door creaks open, making you open your eyes hazily. ”______?” Imayoshi calls. He had his own key to the flat as you had made him a copy for emergencies. Of course, he abused it and used it whenever he wanted to. You felt the bed dip slightly. “I don’t even know how I get mad at you.”
You realize he still thought you were asleep as you were curled around your pillow and sleeping on your side, sheets tucked around you.
“Shoichi?” You ask sleepily, slightly raising your body so the covers fall off.
“Hi,” he slides his glasses off, rubbing at his eyes before placing them on your bedside table.
She LIKES Voeld, funnily enough. Sure she has to be on life support the whole time they’re outside the Tempest, or the angaran base, but she likes it. The mountains, the snow, they practically call to her- even as she wonders what the planet looked like. Before the Scourge, and then before the Kett.
Still, even as the chill is a hazard, even as the cold is a very real threat, the chill is INVIGORATING, and as they return to the base, and she takes off her helmet, there’s a grin upon her features. They’d just wiped out a kett holding camp- freed the prisoners within, and she’s.. HAPPY, the emotion fizzling up her spine.
Too many ops haven’t gone half as well as that one did. Every hostage alive.
She twists, looking to Jaal, carefully. The large, lilac-toned male didn’t trust her, or seem to like her much, and she didn’t blame him. The kett had forced horror after horror upon his people- so it made sense that he didn’t answer her questions.
But… Well. She was nothing if not stubborn.
“Have you spent a lot of time on Voeld yourself? With the Resistance?” She’s bouncing on her toes- circulation is the excuse, but she can just- never. Ever stand still.