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[22:17] … loving you in every sense of the word (how tf do people come up with titles)

part 1. part 2. you don’t have to read those to understand this but it’s encouraged. neutral!reader x hitoshi shinsou [y/n] means your name it’s cry time! all of the angst is up ahead: with just a little bit of hurt comfort and a big fluffy ending. tw for brief swearing. (sorry i’ve been putting it off writing it)

“can i… can i tell you something that might totally ruin what i’m trying to lead up to?”

it wasn’t that late, but it was dark out. the couple lay in their shared bed in their shared apartment, previously silent as they contentedly just existed near eachother. but now, [y/n] turned toward their boyfriend, giving their own little, “yeah, go ahead.”

“when i was 8, my parents got divorced.”

it wasn’t necessarily that a ball was being dropped, or even that it wasn’t already apparent hitoshi’s family had their complications. moreso, he just.. didn’t talk about his parents often enough for [y/n] to have much of an opinion on them. when they’d met hisashi- hitoshi’s father- they could tell at the very least that they were close. otherwise, his mother was only ever mentioned briefly.

either way, though, [y/n] couldn’t help the way their expression softened, how they shuffled just a bit closer to him.

“they never, like… fought, or anything. hell, as far as i know, they’re still pretty good friends. just…” there was a short pause, as he seemingly tried to regather his bearings. “i think it kind of messed me up- when they had to sit me down and explain that they just didn’t lo-” there was another pause, this time filled with a shaky breath. “love, eachother anymore.”

“at first, it didn’t even really impact our lives. they got joint custody, we all still lived with eachother. and i’m pretty sure they still shared their room for another year or so. it only really hit me when mom remarried. i was, um… 12, i think.” his stormy eyes were trained on the ceiling, and this time [y/n] knew that behind them was a vulnerability that they’d probably never seen, before.

“back then it, uh. really did hit me. that mom didn’t feel that way for dad, anymore, and that he didn’t either- i mean, he took me to the wedding. and he was so happy to see she’d found somebody else that made her happy. maybe that is.. those feelings… but even if they were he didn’t let it hurt him.” suddenly, he tore his gaze away, briefly squeezing his eyes shut. “i admire him for that.”

again [y/n] shifted, gently taking their lover’s hand. they slotted their palm against his, fingers lightly clasping between his. this seemed to comfort him, with the way he only slightly loosened up. “i developed this idea that… that.. feeling. you know. the L one. that it’s not going to bind anyone for forever. that… that like any other feeling, it doesn’t last. so i guess i just… blocked it out of my mind.”

“‘till highschool, anyway. when i got together with monoma.” [y/n] had to admit… that name left a bitter taste in their mouth. sure monoma and hitoshi were still pretty decent frenemies, but they didn’t quite know if they could forgive him for- “the shitshow that was our relationship. i think it kind of stemmed from my idea of that feeling: that either way, he was going to grow uninterested and we weren’t going to last that long. i guess it’s true we didn’t last… but, you know. it’s not that he lost his feelings. ‘s that i ignored them.”

“shin… don’t blame yourself.” [y/n] tried to comfort him verbally this time, briefly squeezing his hand. “it’s not entirely your fault.”

“it is. but… but that doesn’t hurt anymore. you don’t have to worry about it.” butterflies seemed to flutter in both of their stomachs as he lifted their clasped hands, kissing one of his partner’s knuckles. “then i fell for you. and… and i guess it’s cliche. but i didn’t want what we have to die out. i wanted it to be one of those forever-feelings that you read about in books. i still want that.”

[y/n] felt their face grow warm; their heart grow bigger; hitoshi’s hands grow shaky.

“and… and i now know, l-… love. love can be a permanent feeling. it won’t stop me from being absolutely terrified that our story will end badly, but… i don’t know. i guess… i decided i could, maybe… buy a ring? while we’re still secure?”

with this revelation, [y/n] audibly gasped, their eyes blown wide. “you. you mean?…”

“yeah, um-” hitoshi’s voice was interrupted by a hiccup, and only now did they both realize that he’d been crying. “will you marry me, [y/n]?”

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short shin drabble because y’all make he so happy!!!!

hitoshi shinsou is not a soft guy. from the eyebags to the mumbly voice to the slightly calloused hands, the first moment anybody sees him they can tell that soft is not a word befitting his description. and still, here he was now, brought to this version of himself that was, at the very least, softer than the norm.

he was sat at his usual lunch table, joined by his somewhat unlikely band of friends- or, at the very least, people he could tolerate more than others. to his left sat mei and to his right sat neito, having a semi-interesting conversation with fumikage across from them. izuku and kyouka usually sat with their other friend groups, but sometimes hitoshi could catch their eye with a silent conversation across the cafeteria.

the plumette sort of tuned out of the others’ conversing, currently picking at his food as he scrolled through his phone- technically, they weren’t supposed to be on their phone during school hours, but most students didn’t listen and the only teachers who really enforced it were aizawa and ectoplasm.

at one point, he heard a familiar little chime- the sound of a certain notification that he had come to feel excited for, each time he heard it. quickly, he tapped his screen, and his stormy eyes scanned the content of whatever he’d been notified of. and then he giggled.

it’s true, giggle is another word that doesn’t quite fit him. most times it’s a chuckle, or in the rare occasion hitoshi is very amused he’ll give a full-hearted laugh. once, in neito’s presence, he gave a particularly ugly snort- he’ll never quite live that down, either. but giggle was, like many other words, far too soft to be considered something the boy would do.

but still, he giggled. it was brief and he didn’t even seem to notice it, but to those around him the noise just couldn’t go by unnoticed. for a second, there was silence, but then mei tapped him on the shoulder, tipping her head to the side. “y’know, shinny, somethin’ seems just a lii-iiiitle bit up with you, recently.”

“hm?” he hummed out in response, neutralizing his smile and picking his head up to address his friend. “what do you mean?..”

“you’re far too soft to be the boy that literally punched me.” neito pitched in, always one to bring up the one time both had taken their temper a little too far. though, at least, his words didn’t hold malice behind them. “also, you’ve been paying far too much attention to your phone. you used to barely touch the thing!”

for a second, hitoshi sat, stunned, before mumbling a slight, “well, i don’t see that much of a change.” but then, another ping sounded from his phone, and he dipped his head down again to rapidly type out his reply. he didn’t realize it but a dopey, soft grin stretched across his features as he read and reread the strings of text.

“there you are, again. soft.” this time, it was fumikage that pointed it out. he slightly shuffled in his seat, giving a slight shrug. “you do not have to tell us why, but there has been a change.”

“a change for the better, i think! you haven’t taken any lunch naps for, like, half of this week.” maybe mei’s comment did slightly work to convince him that maybe, something was different.

there was another short silence as hitoshi considered this, before giving a little shrug. he smiled a smile that the others rarely ever saw. “i don’t know… i guess you could say that i’ve made a friend?”

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[00:27], [13:01], [17:53] … one word, three times.

part 2 to adore. you don’t have to read that to understand this, though neutral!reader x hitoshi shinsou [y/n] means your name, [h/c/w] means hair color word (like brunette, blonde, ravenette, etc), [e/c] means eye color one scene is based around hurt comfort btw but we very quickly recover from that

he could never really tell the exact moment that the weird little aliens controlling his body decided that he could say it. and even then, most times, they still wouldn’t let him- they still kept it deeply ingrained in his mind that that word was not one to be taken lightly. and as true as that was, he knew that that word was no longer one that could hurt. that he had found somebody who held it and kept it safe, who made him feel secure in feeling it.

still, he felt grateful- he couldn’t say this word as often as he wished he did, and not every moment regarding it was as special as he wished it were. but his person didn’t mind this: they accepted that he felt just as strongly for them, even if he didn’t say it as often. any moment with them could be special and heartful, whether he said the word or not.

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the first time he’d said it to them, nothing was okay: they were hurting. he was hurting, at least for them. maybe recent stress had come crashing down, or maybe today just wasn’t their day. either way, their eyes brimmed with tears and it physically hurt to see them in such a state.

almost awkwardly, hitoshi slipped his arms around them, one around their shoulder and the other below their armpit. he had to pause, nervous, but they gave a little nod of their head and he had permission to hug them to his chest. they whined something- he couldn’t understand their muffled words, just slightly loosening his hold so that they could pull their face away.

the [h/c/w] laid their cheek against his chest and he felt his heartrate spike, which seemed to make them smile through the tears. hitoshi lifted his hand and he set it atop their head, wanting to say something- anything- to further comfort them. “i- um… i don’t know what’s going on, [y/n]. but i do know that i love you, and that i’ll try to support you through it, and-”

“you love me?” they hiccupped, interrupting his rambling. but he couldn’t blame them- didn’t even feel the need to acknowledge that, as he gently squeezed around them.

“i do. always have.”

-

another time he’d said it, it had come out… almost naturally. he wasn’t even thinking as he’d said it. they were out together that day, a sort of date as they brought their respective drinks to their table.

“c’mon, let’s go secure our table, before somebody else snatches it.” hitoshi’d voiced out, his tone teasing, “y’know, like how the people before us totally snatched our order.”

“i!-” they began, stammering their way to an embarrassed defense. “i didn’t get much sleep last night! mind’s scrambled! and you’re the same way, y’know… can’t bully me for that, ya big hypocrite!”

the plumette chuckled, his lips curling into a lopsided, mischievous grin. “i do it out of love,” he hummed over his shoulder, continuing his stride toward their table as [y/n] stood frozen. when he looked over again to wonder why they weren’t beside him, he noticed the wide eyes and the agape mouth- and while it still took a moment to process it, soon hitoshi felt his cheeks flush aflame.

“d-don’t look at me like that!” he said next, watching their expression change into one of the same mischief he held moments ago. and with their upcoming retaliated teasing, he could already feel the butterflies in his stomach go abuzz:

“’toshi, you dork! you big sap! you’re adorable!”

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the most recent time he could recall saying it, the two’d just moved into their new apartment. they weren’t quite finished with unpacking, but it was one of those times where they got to take a break and spread out on the lawn of the lot, and- as cliche as it was- together they watched a new sunset.

it felt calm, this time, as the plumette laid in the grass and stared up at the clouds, eventually falling into the labyrinth of his own mind. serene, even, but his here-and-now thoughts were quickly fading out, in favor of far-off-future thoughts.

or maybe, not even quite as far-off as he’d thought- time had already caught up to them so quickly. he’d been with [y/n] for years now, and finally they were going to more permanently share a living space. maybe someday, they’d…

he blushed, feeling nervous thinking of them like that as they sat only a few feet away. marriage… that thought felt almost impossible, at least while he was still faced with the dilemma that was-

“i’m in love with you, [y/n].” oh. maybe it wasn’t as much a dilemma as it’d been, when they’d first gotten together.

“yeah?” they hummed in return, softened [e/c] gaze flitting toward him.

“yeah.”

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[02:27] … adore neutral!reader x hitoshi shinsou [y/n] refers to your name. (the original version had too many typos… if you’re seeing it with this note now they’re edited out)

there was a slight shift- in mood and in weight. hitoshi turned from his position on his right side, onto his back: and for a moment he stared at the ceiling, eyes narrowing in the darkness. but then he turned his head and those eyes caught sight of the person laying beside him- the rise and fall of their chest, their own eyes wide and drawn toward him.

he couldn’t help a slight shiver when he realized that they’d been staring- was his back really such an interesting sight?… but then he felt his cheeks flush at the further realization that it probably wasn’t, and that he really needed to step it up: hitoshi wanted to be the one to impress them, even in those smallest of ways.

he was brought out of his thoughts when they lulled out an, “are you going to just stare at me, forever?” their voice was an amused whisper that left him rolling his eyes, shuffling until he was laid on his left side and just across from their face. they were close enough that he could just close the gap and…

god, ‘toshi, don’t be some creep. he told himself, squeezing his own eyes shut as his cheeks burned more and more. they’d been together for nearly six months, now, and while they had kissed before he still felt butterflies every time they did anything remotely couple-y. and still he felt nervous even at the notion of initiating contact like that.

but then he felt a nimble hand touch his own, and shyly he peeked his eyes open to catch a glimpse of the other: they’d reached over, slightly fidgeting with his fingers as they slotted their palm against his. and when the plumette focused, allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he too could see the grin playing across their features.

“so now you won’t even look at me… devastating, truly.” he could tell from their voice that they were sarcastic, but it was a somehow soft kind that left his chest aching. except… hitoshi liked the ache, in a way. he stammered for a response, and this left them laughing- which in turn left him smiling.

for some time, there was a silence- where they just laid and stared and played with eachother’s fingers. but then hitoshi felt this need, this urge, to talk to them too- to impress them. to leave them just as warm as they left him.

“i lo-” he nearly said, but he hadn’t been thinking at first. with the first sign of that word, he felt his heart stutter, his eyes widen, the air whoosh out of his lungs. and silently, he cursed himself, frustrated that just a word could have such an effect on him- that his stupid childhood fear had grown into what it is, now.

seconds passed by, where he held his breath and they continued to stare, seemingly expectantly. in these seconds, he reconsidered it, tried to gain his composure; inwardly screamed to himself to just man up and say it. it’s only a word and it’s never going to hurt me, again, he tried to convince himself.

before he tried again, he let out a shaky breath- and before he could speak, their hand completely wrapped around his own, giving a light squeeze. “take your time, hitoshi. don’t have to say it if you’re not ready.”

“um, i…” he tried, still, sighing more heavily this time. then he pulled his head forward, until his forehead was leaned up against his other’s. “i adore you, [y/n]. and i- i actually want to say it to you. the actual thing. just..”

“it’s okay.” they reassured again, and for once hitoshi felt light: not nervous or frustrated or embarrassed. he was in more than just adoration, and that’s what he knew. that’s what he felt.

“i’ll be able to say it to you, some day. and when i do, i.. i won’t stop saying it! and i’ll make sure you never forget how i feel.”

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[10:27] … valentine’s shenanigans

i wanted to schedule this for valentine’s day but then i was randomly thinking of it again today and i realized i don’t want to wait another whole year for that… so take a super late valentine’s work ;) [y/n] = “your name” | [n/n] = nickname | [h/c] = hair color for the sake of plot, we’re in year 2 and shin’s in the hero course now

it was the morning of valentine’s day, which wasn’t the most exciting for the kids of ua- some students celebrated if they had loved ones like that but otherwise most didn’t make much of a big deal out of the event.

hitoshi was one of these students that didn’t entirely care for the holiday. he’d never celebrated it, before, and even now with his [y/n] he’d only realized it was valentine’s day when one of his classmates brought it up.

and so now, he sat at his desk, playing sticks with tokoyami who sat near the opposite side of the room. neither were winning, given the continuous, convoluted little tricks they played on eachother to avoid loss. then, right as shin was to switch his hands again, the door slammed open, catching near the whole class’s attention.

it was [y/n]- they panted, their hair disheveled and their face sweaty. it took a moment before they could properly speak, their words directed toward shin- “shinny! hi! happy valentine’s day!”

the plumette raised a brow, for the moment dropping his hands so he could turn completely toward them. “…hey, [n/n]. shouldn’t you be in your own school?” he asked, noting how they went to an entirely different school than he did.

first [y/n] quickly looked to their left and to their right, before holding up a small plastic bag, “yeah, but, y'know… i had to finish your present! think fast!” and with that little shout, they tossed the bag, which hitoshi had to stand up to catch. he blushed as he checked the contents, noting these small, round lumps of chocolate on the inside. there was also a handwritten note attached to the thread that tied the bag closed.

“see, i didn’t want to wait before giving it to you, ‘cause i like just finished making it an hour or so ago and by then i was already missing school… plus i didn’t want to end up giving it to you, like, stale or whatever.” they spoke quickly, barely giving themself time to breathe between each word.

and this time, hitoshi chuckled, lightly rolling his eyes as he gave his response, “okay, okay. i’ll make sure to find you a pre-” but before he could even finish that sentiment, [y/n]’s face darted behind them and they gave an almost delighted cackle.

“okay! thank you babe! gotta go, now! love you!” they shouted, speeding away. and shin could only watch them leave him in the dust, halfway between amused and flustered and absolutely nervous, with the sudden use of that word. but he decided to sit back down, pulling the bag open to pop one of his darling’s creations into his mouth.

he was more than delighted to learn that said creations were chocolate-covered coffee beans… [y/n] knew him well. but before he could scarf down the rest of that handful, cementoss’s face appeared in the doorway.

“have you seen a stranger running through here? they’re about… this tall,” he held up his hand to demonstrate, “with [h/c] hair and holding a bag of suspicious contents.”

the boy really wanted to laugh, but he forced himself to hold a straight face as he made eye contact with the professor. “yeah, no idea, sorry. i’ll tell you if i see them, though.” he spoke, popping another of the bitter treats into his mouth.

the facade didn’t last long, though, as a number of students who witnessed the whole thing were already well on their way to laughing a storm.

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Hiiiiii I love the pallets that you do!!! Can you do a pallette for the name rat?

17192b || #905748 || #d38f6a || #e7bc93 || #f1ede3

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can i get a palette for the word chimera? preferably including a shade of pink + some colors that contrast eachother, if that isn't too picky ^^'

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oh and can i get a palette with the name January! maybe with a mix of wintery + springy colors. tysm, keep up the great work ~

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can you do the palette for the name thomae(tO-mA), preferably with at least 1 shade red, at least 1 shade yello/gold, and 1 skintone shade? ik it's very specific sob, but ty!

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Chasing Rabbits / Chasing Stars

WC: 1180 | 11/12 19:21 to 21/12 23:09 | TRIGGER WARNINGS: none

fic time fic time fic time-- but also, this is part of my secret santa gift to @osha-janitor ! obviously this isn't canon to their story, unless you choose for such mod then yeah go ahead, and may-or-may-not contain discrepancies-or-ooc-content-for-which-i-apolgize;;; but otherwise i'm really happy with it ok! i know we haven't interacted at all, but believe me you're probably what got me into oshaverse in the first place :] without further ado n to put a stop to my rambling, i bring to ye my very first osha fic!

When I was a kid, I was a troublemaker-- The kind of troublemaker that watered the grass with vegeteble oil "because the vegetable nutrients will feed the grass good;" And the kind of troublemaker that put Dad's goldfish bowl down low so that the cat could reach it "because they both just wanted to play."

I didn't try to be a troublemaker, really. I just had a different (and often slower) way of thinking of the world, a way of thinking that maybe sometimes caused trouble.

At the very least, my parents tried to be patient. I couldn't say the same for our landlord nor that old woman down the road who always seemed to leer at me... But, the point is, they tried.

Honestly, it could be any number of things that landed me on Grandpa's farm: Maybe Mom finally had enough when I broke her collectors' plate; Or maybe I'd just gotten beyond-disappointing grades that school year. Either way, one day, Dad sat me down and he told me a story about Grandpa's farm, and he told me that maybe it was time I get outside and stay there for the Summer.

At the time, I felt like I was packing my life away and being sent off like a lamb to the slaughter-- When in reality, I was just taking the bare necessities and leaving the suburb for what would be the most out-of-this-world experience in my life:

Meeting Kishar.

It only took about two weeks for me to accept my situation, and to fall into a routine: When I wasn't exploring nor working nor was Grandpa telling me one of his famous stories, I was raving about aliens and whether they'd come to visit the farm. I'd always believed in them. Still do.

It was about halfway through the Summer, actually, when I got my first taste of Kishar-- Grandpa'd asked me to go scare off those rabbits that frequented his fields at night, so I went out with a flashlight and chased off into the corn.

I didn't see any rabbits-- At least, not till I ran out of breath and had to stop and the night sounds made me acutely aware that I was alone, in the dark, in a cornfield. At first it was scary, but then I saw a flash of movement and it became exhilarating.

I chased after it, like any sensible young troublemaker would. It was a fast little thing, but I was going to get a good look at-- or at the very least, chase away-- this rabbit if it was the last thing I did. Except, for a moment, it wasn't a rabbit.

It was a person.

Or, rather, an alien; I'd convinced myself of it. This whole ordeal made for a great story to Grandpa, except amused as he was he said that maybe it wasn't so good to leave me alone at night with only the wild animals. So I was given a curfew and, more than that, a barrier. After sundown, I couldn't go a certain ways away from the house; And after Grandpa finished locking everything up I had to go inside.

I could still chase the rabbits, sure, but every glimpse I got at the rabbit-person-alien fell more and more fleetingly until, one day, they stopped the chase entirely. They were just out of reach and I couldn't do anything else about it.

I got over it quickly though and, until around the last week of Summer, I almost forgot about it. But then Grandpa lifted the barrier, told me that for my last days at his supposed prison I could run amock and "cause all the problems that he'd have to fix into the Fall."

So of course, the first thing I could've done was go out for an extended rabbit chase;

Except I wasn't chasing rabbits, and in fact I wasn't chasing at all. I was exploring, searching, finding: A rabbit-person-alien that probably wasn't a rabbit and perhaps wasn't a person and-- though I didn't like that last idea quite as much-- might not have been an alien at all.

When I finally found them(well, when they finally let me find them), they were on a small hill just past the cornfield, the kind you couldn't quite see from the house. They were sitting and staring at the sky and I know it doesn't make sense, but it does, that the grass didn't bend or squish under them but rather wove together as a pillow beneath them.

You'd think me crazy if I said they smelled like stardust, or that they looked how a blanket feels, or that they felt like a happy sort of solitude. Except none of these are lies.

When they noticed me, they chuckled and let me sit beside them. My first words were how they were the prettiest woman I'd seen(tall and dark and expressive) and their first words were that they were no woman nor man nor anything. That they were just Kishar.

So I talked to them, the rabbit-person-alien that was certainly no rabbit and that was too alien to be a person and that was too human to be an alien. They were just Kishar, and they told me about everything and nothing. They told me all the things I still don't understand today, and they showed me all the beauties no person could replicate today.

I only had a week to properly know them, but they knew everything about me and after only a night, I knew all I needed to know about them:

That Kishar was a friend.

We went on adventures and ate food I could never hope to even begin to describe the flavors of and climbed trees and chased stars and danced in the rain and-- Well, we did so many things in 6 days that I hadn't had the chance to do in a (albiet short) lifetime.

They told me stories and taught me tricks and once, when I tripped and scraped my knee, they just gave a gentle chuckle and fixed me, almost magically. Kishar was all the things of a Summer night, blended together into one out-of-this-world being that changed my perception of everything.

And when it was time to go, I cried. But they took me by the hand and we went on an adventure and suddenly, for the first time, I didn't have to go to the house on my own. They bid me goodbye with all the kindness and love of a friend and when they were gone, I was awake in my bed on the morning that I was to go home, where there were no wild rabbit nor any cornfields nor any Kishar.

The next Summer, I begged to go back to Grandpa's farm; and the Summer after that; and the Summer after that. I don't see Kishar anymore, but I chase rabbits and go on adventures and, sometimes, just as we did together, chase the stars. And there's a piece of them with me that I may never lose.

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Church steeple struck by lightning in Baltimore, MD on the morning of March 28th

Photo by Barbara Haddock Taylor of The Baltimore Sun

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ayo i found 2 pages with head angles of humans and animals, could be useful to anyone reading this

hoomans

animals

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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

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Cloud iridescence is a neat phenomenon that happens when the water droplets or ice crystals in clouds  scatter light in a way that that produces different colors, kind of like a prism. It happens most often with thin clouds, and it usually appears pretty close to the sun, which is why most people don’t notice them, even though they’re fairly common. The last photo in this post is some of the clouds when they were further away from the sun, and looking white as they usually do. The two photos before the last one are of a sundog, which is a similar phenomenon, though it happens in a more specific area, and isn’t always as colorful. (they can be bright white)

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ingrid sundberg's colour dictionary - writing help

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Wow the character page from Bugsnax! I’m going to use this for my character but I thought I’d post it incase anybody else wanted to use it. I didn’t make the sticker for fears because I’m lazy but if anyone wants me to make it feel free to ask. All the images are the same size so you just have to move the stickers up and down.