#seafoam

Here's some headcanons about Annie's service dog, Puff.

a mod for animal crossing: new leaf by @kikifrommeadow<3

・progress pride flag (2018) replaces blue glow wand ・disability pride flag replaces pink glow wand ・intersex pride flag replaces yellow glow wand

all of the items glow in the dark too!

"I just think it'd be less intimidating if I painted on it."

I can't help but raise a brow, smiling in disbelief.

Annie.

Annie Cresta and her ideas.

"You've been planning this," I suddenly realize. "You never wanted to do my walls!"

Annie's eyes widen in mock-offence.

"I did want to paint your walls, but... I also want to do your arm."

I sigh, out-stretching my mechanical arm for her. She squeals in excitement, rushing closer with her paint box.

"Okay! Okay, what can I do?"

"Honestly? Anything, long as it's not... I don't know, Caesar Flickerman's face."

"Who do you take me for? I'll do Claudius Templesmith. Duh."

I laugh and she giggles too. It's nice.

It's so nice to have her here. Annie feels like a fresh breath of air in a hot, summer day. It's like she makes the air I breathe sweeter.

"They'll probably wash it off," I say as she grabs a paintbrush, sitting closer to me and grabbing the prosthetic in her hands. Annie looks up, meeting my eyes with those impossible, sea-green ones.

I try not to think about the other night in the lighthouse.

I truly do.

But it's pretty impossible when she's so close.

"Well," her voice is very soft as she dips her paintbrush in the paint and then gently slides it over my forearm, tracing something kind of like a wave. "You'll remember, won't you?"

I nod.

defending against @featheryfern again!

I think for seafoam it's Annie who is Orpheus, who is idealistic and hardworking and reaching and fighting for a love that keeps being taken just out of reach and who has to trust the system will give them back. For Finnick, he's Eurydice, he's a fighter but also he is enamoured by the craft, the sensitivity and the ability to see the world as what it could be despite what it is. He is someone constantly pulled out of reach. And then, Piper is the spring. The spring Orpheus was desperately trying to summon with the song and Eudydice longed for, the feeling of joy and peace that comes in spite of the pain the world carries. She is the the sort of sweet that leaves Orpheus writing and Eurydice believing in beauty again.