#indigo*

[catsnraincoats]

I love the slime bg so much still god... ur art is so pleasung to look at i want to go and take a swimmy

KIN!!! i live puddle slimes

[wayoutrp-blog]

“YOU CAN FOLLOW MY BLOODSTREAM. NO, I DON’T HAVE A TYPE.” - TOVE LO

☆ KNOWN AS ☆ Brittany S. Pierce ☆ YEARS OLD ☆ Twenty-Five ☆ HAILS FROM ☆ Raleigh, North Carolina ☆ KNOWN FOR ☆ Dancing at Mousetrap shows & in music videos, and her solo project Indigo. ☆ FACE CLAIM ☆ Maika Monroe ☆ VOICE CLAIM ☆ Tove Lo

☆ Brittany has been dancing for as long as she could walk. She never intended to become a pop star. Dancing keeps her happy. Dancing is more fun. She’s most famous for dancing in Mousetrap music videos and at Mousetrap shows, but she’s danced along side several other prominent artists as well. ☆ Brittany is a self taught dancer, and singer. She never attended any dance lessons, unless she was the one teaching. Her vocal skills are largely untrained, and she’s still coming into said skills. ☆ Most people are surprised by the fact that Brittany writes her own lyrics, but she does. She comes across better through writing than through speaking, and she’s really proud of the work that she put into her first album. ☆ Brittany had to work hard to be a featured artist in the Way Out Tour. Her first album dropped just a few months before the tour, and Sue wasn’t sure Brittany had the chops. In the end, they agreed that she could be one of the opening acts, as long as it didn’t interfere with her Mousetrap work. ❤ Brittany worked as a go go dancer when she first moved away from home. It was a way to pay the bills, and she doesn’t really feel any shame or embarrassment around it. As a matter of fact, she’s pretty open about all aspects of her past. If other people are embarrassed or judge her, that’s their problem. ❤ Brittany has a cat that she’s sneaking on the tour bus with her. She’s not sure what she’s going to do when they start flying places, but she’ll worry about that when the time comes. She couldn’t leave Lord Tubbington at home. That would be really expensive, and really mean. ❤ Brittany doesn’t know why she keeps dancing at Artie’s shows. She should be over him and she knows it, but she’s not. She wants to keep working with him in any way that she can, even though she knows that’s sad and pathetic. She doesn’t need to work for him anymore. She has her own set. But she’s more afraid of losing him than losing herself, so she sticks around.

☆ Connection #1 ☆ JESSE ST. JAMES and Brittany are a natural pair, due to their mutual promiscuity. They claim to be no strings attached, but Jesse has to admit he’s grown rather fond of Brittany and thinks she’s funny. ☆ Connection #2 ☆ DANI HARPER and Brittany keep each other’s beds warm when the other is lonely. They don’t have a relationship by any means, but they’re always just a phone call away. ☆ Connection #3 ☆ ARTIE ABRAMS is Brittany’s most recent ex and you could say he’s a little scorned. Many of the songs on her newly released album are clearly about him, and he’s not too happy about it. He continued to work with her professionally because she’s a great dancer, and his fans love her…but he’s definitely not happy with her. The best part? Artie’s so passive aggressive, that Brittany doesn’t even know he’s mad. ☆ Connection #4 ☆ MIKE CHANG and Brittany knew each other through dancing, way back when. She was one of his first dancer partners. He still joins her on stage for her sets, both with Artie and in her solo show, from time to time.

[wearetheveils]

@askmelodiemsa "[What do you mean your husband forgot the fire suits? He expect you to just walk through fire like a demon? No, send his punk ass in there, you're not going into flames. ... Because you're not allowed. Wait, who is with you again?]" He was glad he called when his gut told him to for his lovely sister was contemplating doing something supremely fucking stupid. "[Then tell him. No, you tell Yǒnggán that HE fucked up and--... Don't make me call him my damn self, he'll be even more pissed since you're five feet away from him.]" He kept his voice even and soft, for he knew musically inclined Dorothy was sensitive to angry sounds and Mengyao knew what angry Chinese sounded like. He listened to his sister try to plead her case in one ear (no matter what the hell she said, she was wrong and being lovedumb) and listen to Dorothy with the other. From around the corner of the hall he watched them, his little light and his little roommate, his brows furrowing in concern as he deciphered her words. So much lost hope in so few vowels... Did she realize she was bouncing Mengyao, a motion he loved to rocked to sleep to? She sounded as if memories were threatening to spill from eyes, memories she didn't want to face but she didn't understand. What one ran from always outlasted the runner, the pursurer never tired for it didn't need rest or food to keep going. All it needed was time, memory could chase down time across worlds to catch its prey. Mengyao made an inquisitive noise as he watched her face. No, he didn't understand sad like she did but he knew tears. And he smiled at her, giggling, as if he thought a smile could make her not cry. He heard his brother in the background, having listened to the whole exchange from his sister's side and he sounded pissed. "Mm. [Yes, talk to you later.]" He hung up his cell, creeping beside Dorothy and squatting down to his nephew's level. Mengyao immediately began cooing happily and touched his face as he still held Dorothy's finger. "Precious, isn't he?"

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@askmelodiemsa "I wasn't nearly as handsome," He said on a snicker, "No... I had a huuuge nose, even for a baby. Can thank my father for that." He adjusted the bottle when the tiny spat a little milk back, smoothly using his bib to wipe his with mouth with a long finger. "Color of my eyes looked black for a while until the color came in. I didn't grow into my nose until I was about 13, until then? I was an ugly duckling." Hard for most to believe now, he knew he was a handsome specimen of male. Weirdly feminine looking in most of his clothes and long, full hair, offset by his voice and many, many piercings, he floated comfortable in an androgynous style. Mengyao finished, Lan threw a towel over his shoulder and placed Mengyao against it as he began patting the baby's back. He took a moment to think before he looked at Dorothy. "What I'm doing is burping him. You have to do it after every feeding so gas won't get stuck. Gas is bad in babies, it really hurts them since they can't expel it on their own yet. It takes a while and sometimes they vomit to relieve pressure off their bellies." Mengyao didn't seem interested in burping, he was busy grabbing at Lan's hair with his chubby, tiny fingers. "Remember, babies cry for a reason. Sometimes their hungry, their diapers are messy, they're uncomfortable, or most of all." Mengyao belched, causing Lan to pull him off his shoulder to snuggle into his face. "[Good baby boy!] You fed well, didn't you?" Even Lan's voice and basic cool mannerisms changed, he was smiling more, his voice taking on the accent of someone on the edge of baby-talk with a goofy cheerfulness. Mengyao giggled at his snuggled, tilting his head back as he did. "Fat belly boy," He said while motor boating his chubby belly, causing Mengyao to kick and giggle louder, "Healthy belly boy!" He shifted Mengyao into to rest in the crook of his arm, the baby's light eyes immediately rolling to look back at Dorothy. Hmmm... "Dorothy..." He said softly, "To hold a baby, always support the head and neck with one hand and carrying them in your arm in the other." He was smooth, picking holding Mengyao and beginning the slide over to Dorothy. "And never worry, you won't drop him. Something in you won't let it happen." He noticed most people that never held babies instinctively mirrored who was handing them the bundle. "Hold him for a little bit for me, I have to call his mother." He rose and disappeared before she could protest. Mengyao cooed curiously, little hand reaching towards Dorothy.

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Patch Up

@askmelodiemsa

Lan guided her to sit comfortably, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. “We still can be, Dorothy, have no doubt about that.” He picked up his main instrument again, his melody now slow and hypnotic. How to put this into words… He closed his eyes as he spoke. “There is a person, who can love brighter than the morning sunlight in June. As brilliant as starlight when they laugh, when they smile, stars get their shine from the touch of their lips for they flush from pleasure from such a rare touch. They could hold the sky in their embrace, hold it until only color and light shines down, for the sun is their heart.”

Mournful now. “But they so desire to be in twilight, to join the cold moonlight, the largest and oldest lantern of the dead as it swings from to and fro. They trace its arc as we see its phases, from crescent to full to waning and black, only to come back again, they listen far too diligently to the elegy of dusk, for their heart eclipsed so long ago…”

Sadder, yet also sweet. “Before the starlight kisses, before the brilliance that shone from their chest to their crown in a brilliant halo, they were young. And when you are a seed seeking light to grow, and are denied that light, it becomes hard when you reach maturity to desire to seek the light when all you’ve known is shade.”

Back to slow, slow moaning on his strings, angelic and sad. “When you’re abused… especially when you’re a child of abuse, when things go wrong in your life, you’ll always think… "My fault, it’s all my fault”. Even when evidence suggests strongly otherwise, even when presented with the truth, there is always a tiny, pinprick voice that is always whispering, moaning “my fault, my fault”… Having such a dark, tiny yet so, so heavy drip of water constantly running in your mind? Time adds teeth and claw to such a little drop, such a passing thought, that only grows into a torrent when something bad happens.. an acid waterfall when the worst possible thing happens, and it never goes away, not really. You only learn how to ignore the sound of the single, dripping water, that always says “my fault”.“

He looked at her, eyes so full of woe and fear, for he had now given words to his fear that has been haunting him lately, causing him to stop playing. He prayed to the heavens it wasn’t true, but his heart knew, he knew… It was his deepest fear he’s come to realize, so deep it paralyzed him one day… Holding the instrument was a struggle for his grip felt so weak then but he held them to his front. "Dorothy, if you ever feel so down you don’t think you can stand again… please promise me, you’ll tell me. No matter what, you wouldn’t be a burden to me…” He felt his throat trying to close as his eyes glazed over. “Never…”

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@askmelodiemsa

“Nooo, little sister,” He said through a chuckle, “[It can’t be that terrible.]”

“[Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a straight face measuring these pygmy hippos?]” His sister “Diamond’s” twinkling bell voice sounded through the phone, “[And it’s not because of their dress, oh no because I picked it out, but because of their bridesmaids! It has become a harsh tradition to keep the bridesmaids hideous but it’s hard to feel bad for them. You know why?]”

“Nnn, [why?]”

“[Can’t feel bad when you know moments ago the best bridesmaid was getting her own cake frosted by the groom. And I know, I mean only so many Ultra-Thins wrappers can line the garbage pail. Small ones too, gotta be thin to feel anything I bet.]”

His laugh made his insides hurt as its deep echo bounced off the walls, the loudest anyone would hear him if they knew him. His smile hurt his face, he was getting a headache from the lack of air, and he loved every second of it. Diamond could always bring in light to his day, as radiant as her name. He watched Dorothy place a bowl near him, and he was surprised by her sudden generosity seeing as they haven’t spoke in months (it didn’t bother him, it was like living with a mute ghost). But he gave her a wink in thanks as he focused back on his call. “[Little sister, I have to let you go.]”

“Aww! [But I was gonna get to today! Big, portly woman came in as did a skinny whitefella. The lady looked like his mother, but was actually the mother of the bride and the guy was the groom—]”

He sighed, though he said with urgent love, “No, no, no. I have to get off the phone.”

“[But climaxing whale noises!]”

He covered his mouth as a choking laugh tried to escape, sitting up and crossing his legs to be on the couch. “[Later, trust me. Tonight, on my word.]”

“[I want dinner and dessert from you too!]”

Looks like he had evening plans. “Yes, yes. [Bye-bye], little sister.” With a click of his cell, he snickered behind his hand for a moment before breathing out to relax his face. The calm, neutral expression, the look of someone forever bored, a far cry from the bright and lively look of a few seconds ago. “Sorry,” He said politely, “Family, and she wanted to talk.” It was now or never as he looked into her golden irises. “Like I wish to speak with you.”

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Baby Shoes

@askmelodiemsa

Lan felt Kinshu turn to stone in his arms. This was sounding more and more interesting...

Folami stood up to zher full height and then roared in laughter. "I can't be completely angry with you!" Then zhis hand shot out and picked Rin up off the ground. "I felt the same way, almost word for word, a long time ago."

Lan tapped Kinshu urgently so she would move, quickly sliding off the bed and going out the door. He closed it behind him, holding the knob tightly, monitoring the scene. Folami laughing while upset was never a good sign, the reason why he rushed to watch.

Folami's grin wasn't of normal happiness, if anything it was half-crazed (like Rin's first nightmare). "But you know what I learned? SomeTHING like him? Treats you the way you treat him, respect for respect, love for love." Zhis free hand grabbed Rin's sword arm, squeezing, squeezing. "Disrespect with punishment." A sharp twist of the wrist, the sound of a few splintering bones. "Which puts me in the mind... That you did something, that you made his smile disappear, right?" Zhe opened zher mouth---

"Fo!" Lan called out with authority, still keeping his grip on the doorknob. "Don't."

Then snapped it shut with a hiss directed at Lan before focusing on Rin again. "If that is true, then it is your fault. He pushes people, its what he does, to see how strong they really are. He wouldn't push if he thought you couldn't handle it. Well... Correction, his pushing of boundaries always have a risk of failure, the purpose of choice, how you handle unfavorable situations." Zhis grip on his collar tightened, knuckles pressing into his airway. "He's an embodiment of "unfair", "unlucky"..."

Zhe placed him back on the ground, releasing him. "If anything, he was testing your willpower. No doubt shaken since you seeing Kinshu pregnant with kittens that are not. Yours." Taking a deep breath, Fo was back to "normal" (and Lan released the doorknob, resting against the wall next to the door). "He begged me to summon you, he knew you were precious to Kinshu, he knew you had the POSSIBILITY of making her happy, something he can't give her. Something beyond that too, what he is incapable of giving her." Zhe crossed zhis arms, muscles still twitching from huge amounts of restraint. "And you failed his test. You are given an option to begin anew and you don't even take that? You are a stupid little boy, a selfish..." Eyes flashed. "Obsessed man. The only dangerously possessive being is you, Rin. Projection of what you really are, that is what you're suffering. Vaan is only a mirror of the black in your own soul." Folami looked at Lan, saying simply, "Fix his wrist." Before zhe walked off to zhis bedroom.

Lan gracefully pulled his hair into a low ponytail using his own hair as a binding tool. Stepping into the kitchen, he found one of many first-aid kits Folami had all around zhis apartment and calmly stood-by. At least Folami twisted to ALMOST breaking, it was gonna be a really, really bad sprain. "I don't have a high opinion of Vaan myself," He said quietly, "But I don't ever let it blind me to the bigger picture..." He said this as his eyes went to Kinshu's bedroom door.

Lightning danced outside the window against an ominous black and purple sky, thunder lowly growling...