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greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2014-09-19 11:03 pm
Ibiza Blue #4, Famous #7
Name: Greenling
Story: Shatterverse/Mixed AU
Colors: Ibiza Blue #4 (Faro - Language of the Stars), Famous #7 (Photograph my mind and whatever else you'd like)
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (Mermaid AU), Collage (Alyn), Stain (A lie told often enough becomes the truth. Lenin (1870 - 1924)), Stain (I only know two pieces; one is 'Clair de Lune' and the other one isn't. Victor Borge (1909 - 2000)), Glitter ("Reality is something you rise above." – Liza Minnelli), Novelty Beads: (Image), Miniature Collection
Word Count: 383
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Devyani's room, Tasha's grandmother, what happened to Jack in the studio, Alyn possibly learns a lesson. Scenes of cuteness.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
"That is one hell of a mess."
Devyani sat on her bed, sullenly hugging her knees to her chest. Her father stood at the door to her room, looking down at her carefully-stacked piles of notebooks, folders of school things, clothing, soda bottles, camera equipment, stuffed animals. Some photos had fallen off her murderboard, but that was because she needed another murderboard.
"Look, I'm not asking you to scour the walls here, but can you at least break a clear path through the floor?"
"I can get through fine," she growled.
*
"There, now. Don't you look interesting?"
Tasha admired herself in the wall mirror. "Thank you!" From her grandmother, that was a compliment; her parents would never let her buy anything really cool, much less compliment her. They still thought "goth" meant zombie cartoon bunnies, not faux-leather and chains.
She liked zombie bunnies, but...
Her grandmother beamed, pulling her into a hug. "It's good to see you so happy, dear. Negative body image is a racist tool of the Illuminati; don't let the bastards get to you."
Tasha hugged back, awkwardly, still smiling. "Interesting" was definitely a compliment from her grandmother.
*
Jack was trying to remember the intro to Stairway to Heaven when Dmitry caught him.
"Hey there." He had a wide cheshire grin, a grin that was far more terrifying than anger, on his other Dad's face. "Having fun?"
"Uh..." Jack trailed off. Dmitry looked to Maria.
"Hey there! We have a piano up in the attic that he's much better on. Plus you're not supposed to be in here. Why don't you come up a while before I steal him?"
Maria did the sparkly-eye thing again. Jack sighed in defeat.
"Maybe I'll make a cake~," Dmitry chimed.
*
"Can I tell you a secret?"
Some parts of having a child Alex hadn't thought about beforehand. As Alyn looked up at him through distrustful, teary brown eyes, he realized the reality of little girls bawling their eyes out into pillows was one of them. He put a hand on her shoulder and managed not to cry himself.
"Confidence is a cycle. If you think you're fantastic, people will instinctively respect you. Then that makes you feel confident. Do it consciously, and there's power in that."
"Lying?" she said uncertainly.
"Well- yes." He half-smiled.
Story: Shatterverse/Mixed AU
Colors: Ibiza Blue #4 (Faro - Language of the Stars), Famous #7 (Photograph my mind and whatever else you'd like)
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (Mermaid AU), Collage (Alyn), Stain (A lie told often enough becomes the truth. Lenin (1870 - 1924)), Stain (I only know two pieces; one is 'Clair de Lune' and the other one isn't. Victor Borge (1909 - 2000)), Glitter ("Reality is something you rise above." – Liza Minnelli), Novelty Beads: (Image), Miniature Collection
Word Count: 383
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Devyani's room, Tasha's grandmother, what happened to Jack in the studio, Alyn possibly learns a lesson. Scenes of cuteness.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
"That is one hell of a mess."
Devyani sat on her bed, sullenly hugging her knees to her chest. Her father stood at the door to her room, looking down at her carefully-stacked piles of notebooks, folders of school things, clothing, soda bottles, camera equipment, stuffed animals. Some photos had fallen off her murderboard, but that was because she needed another murderboard.
"Look, I'm not asking you to scour the walls here, but can you at least break a clear path through the floor?"
"I can get through fine," she growled.
*
"There, now. Don't you look interesting?"
Tasha admired herself in the wall mirror. "Thank you!" From her grandmother, that was a compliment; her parents would never let her buy anything really cool, much less compliment her. They still thought "goth" meant zombie cartoon bunnies, not faux-leather and chains.
She liked zombie bunnies, but...
Her grandmother beamed, pulling her into a hug. "It's good to see you so happy, dear. Negative body image is a racist tool of the Illuminati; don't let the bastards get to you."
Tasha hugged back, awkwardly, still smiling. "Interesting" was definitely a compliment from her grandmother.
*
Jack was trying to remember the intro to Stairway to Heaven when Dmitry caught him.
"Hey there." He had a wide cheshire grin, a grin that was far more terrifying than anger, on his other Dad's face. "Having fun?"
"Uh..." Jack trailed off. Dmitry looked to Maria.
"Hey there! We have a piano up in the attic that he's much better on. Plus you're not supposed to be in here. Why don't you come up a while before I steal him?"
Maria did the sparkly-eye thing again. Jack sighed in defeat.
"Maybe I'll make a cake~," Dmitry chimed.
*
"Can I tell you a secret?"
Some parts of having a child Alex hadn't thought about beforehand. As Alyn looked up at him through distrustful, teary brown eyes, he realized the reality of little girls bawling their eyes out into pillows was one of them. He put a hand on her shoulder and managed not to cry himself.
"Confidence is a cycle. If you think you're fantastic, people will instinctively respect you. Then that makes you feel confident. Do it consciously, and there's power in that."
"Lying?" she said uncertainly.
"Well- yes." He half-smiled.
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