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[wireddless]

writers worst fucking nightmare

[casscainmainly]

Batfam Relationships I Need To Be Brought Back

Damian and Duke (Robin War)

Stephanie and Damian (Batgirl (2009) #17)

Dick and Babs (90s/00s VERSION ONLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DC YOU WILL PAY) (Nightwing (1996) #20)

Babs and Cass (we're so close Brombal please!!! PLEASE!!!!) (Batgirl (2000) #49)

Dick and Cass beef only because I think Dick should be beefing with both his wasian sisters at once (Batgirl (2008) #5)

Damian and Cass (Gates of Gotham #5)

Like every single relationship here particularly Tim and Stephanie COMPLICATED!! lover-exes, Dick and Tim brotherisms, Tim and Damian hater-brotherisms (well that one hasn't really gone away I just want more).

DICK AND DUKE!!! (Robin War)

Also bring back David Cain, Crystal Brown, and Duke + Elaine Thomas!!!!

[ofbatsandballads]

i’m aliiiiiive!!! please have this offering that I started writing last month and finally finished this month (it is literally the only thing keeping me going imagining this rn). anyways, i’ve always thought that jay would be great with periods bc one: he’s a grown ass man who knows it’s perfectly natural, and two: he’s seen way, way worse on a nightly basis. also he’s a yearning lover boy who would take care of his partner like they were precious.

tw: explicit discussion of menstrual cycles (symptoms + treatments + the messes that come with it), moderately suggestive at the end

Thinking about Jason Todd who is so good at handling your period that he ruins you for any other man. You wake up to the telltale ache in your lower belly and the feeling of damp fabric sticking to your thighs and you just know. Your face burns with embarrassment and you foolishly contemplate if there’s some way that you can extricate yourself from his arms and change the sheets without waking him. But Jason has a sixth sense when it comes to you and he’s fluttering his pretty seafoam eyes open the second he feels your breathing shift in rhythm. He smiles sweetly at you and hums as he pulls you closer. Normally you’d snuggle into his chest and savor the warmth he provides, but right now you can feel the blood slowly seep out of you, your back and belly feel like someone is stabbing you, and you’re so frustrated you could cry.

“Good mornin’, baby,” Jason yawns.

“Morning, Jay,” you wince. “I’ve got to get up, angel. Can you let me get up?”

Perhaps your pain drifts into your tone because Jason’s gaze sharpens, all traces of sleep vanishing.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong, ma?” he asks, eyes scanning you like he’s assessing for injuries.

God, he’s going to make you admit it. Your face burns hotter.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say unconvincingly as a cramp tears right through you. “Just have to get up and change my clothes. And probably our sheets. I’m sorry, Jay, I should’ve known it was coming.”

You hope he gets it without you having to say outright that you’ve gotten blood everywhere. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. You choose to focus on the wall right over his shoulder instead. You’re bracing for some reaction of disgust or annoyance, but Jason is surprising as ever.

“I’ll get the sheets, sweetheart,” he says softly, pausing to press a kiss to your forehead. “You just get yourself a shower and try to relax. I know our water heater is shit, but try to get it as warm as possible for yourself, okay?”

Oh. Oh, he’s perfect. You already knew that, of course. It's just nice to be reminded of it.

“You’re not…upset?” you ask hesitantly.

Jason just laughs low and gentle, soft as the sunlight that filters through your bedroom window.

“Baby, why would I be mad about a bit of blood? It’s natural. Far more natural than all the times I’ve come home bleedin’ over everything,” he reassures you.

He kisses you sweetly and rubs your lower back before ushering you off to the shower. You do as he says and you swear that he’s magic or something, because against all odds your water stays hot the entire time. You get out warm and refreshed and find that Jason was true to his word. Your bloodstained pajama shorts have been removed from the bathroom floor and replaced by a fresh pair of your underwear and a set of Jason’s soft black sweatpants. Beside the fresh clothes sits the dark gray set of towels that you two always use when Jason comes home bloody and bruised. They’re warm to the touch, likely straight from the dryer, and if you loved him any more you think you might combust with the sheer energy of it.

You will explode with it, you realize, when you see him in the kitchen chopping up fresh fruit for your breakfast. Jason sees you and the blend of fondness and concern in his eyes is a testament to how much he loves you.

“I read somethin’ about how fresh fruit helps with period cramps, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to try,” he explains a bit sheepishly as he pours you a glass of orange juice.

You nod and hum softly, your throat suddenly choked with emotion and tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You can’t help it. You literally throw yourself at him. Your hands grasp his sleep-tangled curls and you kiss him desperately, messy and warm and full of love. Jason’s left panting, his lips kissed red and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion when you’re done with him.

“If I knew fresh fruit would get me that, I’d be goin’ to Louie’s produce stand every fuckin’ morning,” he chuckles breathlessly.

“You do know you’re perfect, right? And I can’t possibly live without you, right?” you confess.

You’re holding on to him so tightly that Jason might just be inclined to believe you.

“That’s good, sweetheart, because I’ve got no plan of goin’ anywhere any time soon,” he whispers sweetly. “Now drink your orange juice.”

Jason is true to his word. He stays by your side all day. He lets you cuddle up to him and steal his body heat for your own, only making a few little jabs about how he’s “nothin’ but a personal space heater to you”. He presses his big, warm hands to your tummy when your cramps hit and rubs firm circles that miraculously ease the ache. Your beloved heating pad serves a dual purpose wedged between his stomach, bruised and sore from a few hard hits on last night’s patrol, and your lower back.

When evening comes and you start to drift in and out of consciousness, body exhausted from the pain and hormones ravaging it, Jason cradles you in his arms and carries you to bed. You’re hazy and tired, but you still giggle when he cleverly lays down your fluffy, waterproof blanket. It usually serves to protect your poor sheets from your rather…messy sex life, but it works just as well in this instance.

“You’re a very smart man, Jason Todd,” you say as you make grabby hands at him.

“Hm. I try,” he replies.

The second he’s within reach you’re burrowing into him again. Jason, as always, obliges and wraps your entire body up in his. A sense of peace and pride courses through him at the satisfied sigh you let out.

“Y’know what else helps with period cramps?” you ask through a yawn.

Jason just watches you lovingly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear as he shakes his head.

“Orgasms,” you nod sagely.

Jason snorts loudly, his joyous laughter echoing across your bedroom walls. You smile and think that you’ve never been happier, body actively fighting against you and all.

“Uh huh. Sure. Maybe we can work on that one in the mornin’, ma. Now go to sleep,” he says, his face lit up with a boyish grin and a warmth in his sea green eyes.

You hum in agreement and smoosh your face into his chest. He’s warm and he smells like cedar and something distinctly Jason, and you can barely keep your eyes open a second longer. You idly hope you dream of him when you finally fall asleep.

“I love you more than all the stars in the universe, Jason Todd,” you murmur sleepily.

“I love you more than life itself, sweetheart.”

You drift off to sleep nestled between the warmth of your lover and your electric blanket, content and happy and vaguely looking forward to the promise of trying that one in the morning.

[pulchrasanguine]

Hey girl *turns down the lights, puts on some ambient jazz, smokes my cigarette into a beautiful heart shape and turns my laptop toward you* lets write our ocs yelling at each other and maybe even.. fist fighting in a dumpster…

[bassboosted-moon-chao]

"Professor, look out!"

At that moment, the knight's sword plunged into the Professor's left arm.

Textless version, paragraph and ramble underneath!

So! Wandering Castle, what a fucking novel. I first read a relatively okay (somewhat rough) fan translation of it a year ago, and it had me FLOORED. Layton gets stabbed a few times in this one, there's fights over uranium and Scottish(?) (Northland-ish) folklore, and many, many shitty people I think Tumblr would love.

The scene of the silver knight impaling Layton in the arm, only for him to get back on his feet and keep fighting despite, is one that gripped me by the throat. He also... spends the rest of the novel with a gaping bloody sword wound in his arm just. casually. because why even bother when you're too busy dealing with some sick little bastard putting you through these shitty trials. Luke threatens to kill everyone via. murder-suicide electrocution in one beat and I was absolutely stunned. Wild fucking novel. It goes from 1 to 100 very very quickly. It's like if you took the batshittery of the original trilogy, and amped it up in intensity because now they're allowed blood, serious injury and mild bad language. Seriously recommend finding translations if you can.

[anthrophobixx]

Whimsical

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[lil-vibes]

im a firm believer that Narinder has rizz but its the kind where he casually says stuff that he perceives as something glaringly obvious and then if you look to the side Lambert is close to exploding

[extensiveuniversewrights]

Short fic for the lovely @clowns0up-felix and his linksmeet au, found here: @flm-linkedfissures (Beautiful art btw)

I like Mask a lot if you couldn’t tell. So excited to see more stuff from Felix!

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To Be A Sword

Word Count: 396

No warnings

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She.

Her…

Link always found it odd that people personified their weapons. He supposed it just came with the territory of finding a reliable blade. It also might have helped if he actually liked it. It was a reminder of an event, a time that never was and never will be. Yet here It is, glowing strongly with soft chimes of recognition. But that wasn't what was important right now.

What was important was the obviously lost terrified person that stood in the pouring rain.

Wielding the Master Sword… No wonder I don’t understand this person, He’s probably from millennia away! 

His eyes shift to the ground. Is Cia behind this again somehow? Is there gonna be another war?? 

  Later, he can think more about it later. For now, he should get the both of them inside. Link lets out a small breath in an attempt to calm himself. Obviously, this person hasn’t time traveled before. He remembers his first time being jarring so it’s probably best to take this slow and steady, no sudden or quick movements. He shifts the gilded sword, his reliable blade, to his right hand and holds his left up for the other to see. The stranger makes a sound that must mean recognition of the mark on his left hand. Good. Link nods as they share a mutual look of understanding. Maybe this person has the same mark. Or maybe not.

“Is everything ok? Who is that guy?” Link turns his head enough to see Malon clutching a pitchfork, seemingly ready to jump in or defend herself if need be. Talon follows close behind to peek at the stranger.

“Malon, can I sleep in your room for a bit? We’ll be housing this person here. If… that's ok…!” Malon looks over her shoulder at her father for permission who just shrugs in a ‘might as well’ manner. 

“Sure!” She didn’t look sure. Though it might be more accurate to say she looked confused. Why was Link bringing a stranger into the house?? 

Link, waving the stranger down, turns and leads him into the house. The stranger looks unsure, but follows behind him anyway.  Link spares another glance at the gilded sword. His sword. Much like himself, she has been broken and reforged many times. Hopefully, this will be the last, for both of them.

[ineffable-suffering]

Good Omens hive mind, I have had an idea. But I need some help executing it. another lovely person already had it too!

The idea goes went as follows:

Don't ask how long I spent making this, thank you.

Initially, the point of this post was: Over the course of the last 100+ days, I have read a truly mind-boggling amount of incredible, clever, baffling and wonderful Good Omens posts, metas, theories and analyses. (And also written quite a few myself, though I really am very new to the whole meta business and just trying to have a silly ol' time on here.) And I wanted to collect them all in a, that's right, Suggestion Box.

But! Of course, as always, there‘s many-a more dedicated and brilliant minds at work that kindly beat me to it. :> Hit post a bit too quickly before doing my research! Mea culpa. @kayleefansposts has already done the enormous work of creating a collaborative Google Doc with the exact intentions I had.

Not that it needs me promoting it, but do go check it out if you find the time (it‘s on AO3 as well)!

I sure am excited to do so myself.

Love this fandom! Toodaloo!

[leafdragon16]

* slams head through the wall *

Ok so - stop screaming it's just me - so we know Experiment!Wheeljack can growl and hiss and stuff, but can he purr? And/or does he act animalistic in other ways (territorial, gets the zoomies, etc)? (You explored some of this in the chapter where he's staying at the original Autobot outpost, but I keep having Thoughts™ about our favorite gremlin Wrecker so I came here to chat about him😅) Ok that's all, I'll just be going now

* awkwardly pulls head back out of the wall, leaving a hole behind *

[sticks head through the hole you left behind]

Good question! I don’t think he can purr exactly the same way that a cat does, but he definitely can! Much in the same way he growls via grinding the sections of his throat together + engine noise he could probably also purr. So kinda weird sounding but recognizably purring

He also ABSOLUTELY gets the zoomies. He learned how to control it when he was with the Wreckers back on Cybertron, but it still slips out sometimes (like when June found him on the ceiling). Lights and sharp movements attract him, so he would in fact chase a laser pointer. Shockwave probably figured that one out the hard way while making calculations. He naturally walks very quietly and has a tendency to freeze up and try to stalk anything perceived as prey. He also sometimes has the urge to just get up and walk around randomly (which Ratchet also got to see when he caught him sneaking out to check on Bulkhead)

He’s learned to suppress most of the more animalistic urges around other bots. Back when he was on the Jackhammer alone he was quite literally bouncing off the walls, crawling around on the ceiling, biting the leg of his berth, etc.

Personally I think if he cut loose in the Autobot base it would go something like this

[percki]

on my knees

tags: 18+, mature content, MDNI, Gale x reader, f!Tav, 2nd person pronouns, act 3, semi-public sex, porn w/o plot, lap dance, explicit consent, bondage, restraints, dom/sub, switch Gale, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), lap sex, hand jobs, overstimulation, orgasm denial, praise kink

ao3 link

“Urgh.” Rolan stands up, wiping a smear of Lorroakan’s blood off the sleeve of his robes. “Your aasimar friend is… violent.”

“I’m so sorry for the mess, Rolan. We can clean everything up –” You glance around the upper level of the tower, at the holy fire, congealed mud, pasty mixture of water and ash, and a fair amount of blood. At the wizard’s broken body, his face swollen with bruises, his mouth agape, sprawled at the foot of his throne of books. “– Um, but it might take a while.”

Rolan waves one long-nailed hand in your direction, his discolored face grateful – if not a bit exasperated. “Don’t worry about it, my friend. You have already done so much for me – consider my debt forgiven, and all will be well.” You smile at that, watching the tiefling wizard grunt with exertion as he hauls Lorroakan’s body towards the portal. “And, erm – help yourself to any treasures you come across, of course. I’ll be… downstairs…” He pushes the corpse through the shimmering portal, and sends you one last earnest, sharp-toothed smile over his shoulder. “...Burying a body.”

With that, Rolan pushes up the sleeves of his robes (sorcerer’s robes, trimmed in silver, unbefitting for a wizard, but they suit him well nonetheless) and steps through the portal, no doubt bracing himself to break the news to his new employees. ‘Hey, so remember those adventurers that just came in? They killed Lorroakan, violently, and I’m your boss now. Surprise!’ You’re sure the staff at Sorcerous Sundries have endured worse surprises; working for Lorroakan sounds akin to an eternity of torture in the Hells.

Aylin sheathes her sword and crosses over to you, removing her helmet. Her ash-blonde hair spills over her shoulders, and her gold-streaked face glistens with blood and sweat. “I shall be at your camp, if you have need of me,” she declares, and inclines her head in gratitude. “You fought well – as you have before. I remain thankful for your assistance.” Less wordy than usual – Lorroakan’s death must be weighing on her. You don’t blame her.

“Thank you, Dame Aylin,” you say, and bow in respect. She smiles at that, silver eyes gleaming.

“Ooh, wait!” Karlach runs up to you, her arms full of wine bottles – no doubt pilfered from Lorroakan’s hidden stash. The woman has a nose for alcohol – she could find a bottle of Baldur’s Grape blindfolded, disoriented, in the middle of a rainstorm. Shadowheart is close behind, a new cloak slung over her shoulders and a fair amount of gold filling her pockets. “We’ll probably go back to camp, too – Fringe and I have to try all this wine.”

“To make sure it isn’t poisoned,” Shadowheart adds, green eyes twinkling with humor. “You can handle yourselves without us, can’t you?”

You grin. “Save a bottle of Mermaid Whiskey for me.”

“Blech. You can have it all.” Karlach sticks out her split tongue, her smile wide. “See ya!” She bolts through the portal head-first: dangerous, with the amount of alcohol in her arms and the fiery infernal engine in her chest. You hear a distant crash, and wince.

Shadowheart follows close behind, calling, “Save the Tyche Pink!”

You hear the rush of wings and look over – Aylin is gone, too, a flash of silver in the clear blue sky. You watch her fly, the wind buffeting her white wings – deva-like, altogether unnatural, inhuman, beautiful in an untouchable, deadly, frightening way – as she soars. The sunlight seems to collect around her, like a remnant of her celestial mother’s power lingers, still, even after the heat and rage of battle is done.

“And then there were two.”

Gale’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. You look up, meeting his eyes. Dark brown, deep, gentle, shining with a light all too familiar. He’s standing by the throne of books, his right hand resting on a copy of Folktales of Faerún: The Angelic Aasimar. 

You kneel over the ashes of the water myrmidon, sifting through the remains for treasure. Nothing. “I suppose Rolan will take a while…” You look around the tower once more, keen eyes picking out chests, display cases, bookshelves – anything that could hide a nice new set of robes for Gale, or a dagger for Astarion, or perhaps some armor for Wyll… “Will you cast Feather Fall? I want to look on the lower levels…” You trail off, reading something in Gale’s eyes. His fingers flex on the spine of the book, his shoulders thrown back, his lilac robes fitting his form well. Is he… posing? You smile and straighten, dusting ash off your sleeves, and move to his side, twining your left arm with his right, leaning comfortably against his side. “The Annals are in the vaults,” you say, knowing his primary objective here, halfheartedly attempting to lift his spirits. Thoughts of the Crown are dangerous – you have seen how easily the lure of power can corrupt, a thousand times (with Kagha in the Emerald Grove, with Minthara at the goblin camp, with Ketheric and Gortash and now Lorroakan). But despite your reservations, you know his ambition fuels him, that it drives his fire, that thoughts of greatness and respect do raise his spirits. “We could go down ourselves…”

Gale turns into you, resting his forehead on your shoulder, his beard scratching at your neck. He presses a kiss to your collarbone, and sighs deeply, inhaling your scent – blood and smoke and sweat, and the faintest hints of his cologne lingering on your skin. “I… Not yet,” he says vaguely, and kisses your neck again, deeper this time. Your breath hitches as he trails long, searing kisses up your neck, along the line of your jaw, leading up to your lips.

“Gale…” You whisper, voice low. “I –” He nips at your bottom lip, smiling against your chin, and you can feel your face heat up. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he says devilishly, oak eyes sparkling, looking up at you through thick, dark lashes. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, and you can feel the vibration of his voice against your skin, sending a chill down your spine. “I can’t believe…” He blinks, as if waking from a dream, and cradles your jaw with his hand, straightening to his full height.

You kiss him, this time, tasting blood on his lips, and you stop, examining his face carefully. A bruise is forming at the bridge of his nose, blood tracing a path down the apex of his lips to his chin. You frown, brow creasing in worry. “You’re hurt.”

“Hm?” Gale touches his face gingerly, delicate, careful fingers prodding the quickly-purpling skin. “Oh. Yes. That. It’s quite alright –”

“It’s not alright,” you reply. “Let me heal you.” You take his shoulders in your hands and guide him into a seated position on Lorroakan’s throne, his back reclined against a collection of Ramazith’s annotated tomes. You kneel before him, positioning yourself between his legs, and summon a simple healing incantation, your hand hovering over his nose, the blue glow of the spell reflected in his eyes. “Te curo,” you murmur, and watch as his skin knits itself together, blood drying, swelling fading, the bruise vanishing beneath your fingers. “Better?”

“Better,” he admits, and looks at you with intent in his eyes, his gaze dark and focused on your features. “My love,” he starts, then hesitates. His face turns a delicious shade of pink.

“Yes?” You lean forward, hanging onto his words. He adjusts his legs, his thighs bracketing your shoulders, and you feel the slightest thrill at your compromising position, you in your armor and him in his robes, you kneeling before him like a supplicant at an altar.

“Rolan may not return for some time,” Gale says. “We could…” He stops again, biting his lip.

You guess his meaning immediately – your thoughts are remarkably in-tune. You can’t deny that you hadn’t thought about it, hadn’t wished for… Well. For Gale. Your peaceful nights since arriving in the Lower City have been few and far between, interrupted as they are: by vampires, by nightmares, by Orin’s ministrations. It’s been some time since you and Gale had time to yourselves.

And now, it seems, you have all the time in the world.

“Do you want to?” You question, and his eyes darken, his pupils expanding infinitesimally. You lean forward, cupping his cock with your hand, and smile to feel him already half-hard beneath your touch.

“I – yes,” he breathes, and raises his hand to cast Mage Hand, the incantation on his lips, when you catch him by the wrist, holding him still.

“No magic,” you say breathlessly, and straighten back up to your full height, smiling down at him. “As mortals do, remember?”

Gale watches you intently as you undo the first few buckles of your armor, leather slipping between your fingers. He sits up, reaching out his hands to help –

And you push him back.

“Don’t move,” you warn him, and plant one hand securely on his chest, holding him in place, as you draw a piece of silken fabric out of your pack. You hold it up for him to see, and upon realizing your intention, his eyes widen, pupils expanding impossibly wide. “Do you want this?” You ask, and he confirms with a nod of his head. You narrow your eyes and lean in, your face centimeters away from his, your breath ghosting on his lips. “Say it, please, love.”

He swallows thickly, eyes locked on yours, and says, his voice a rumble in his chest, “I want you to tie me up.”

You smile, and reward him with a bruising, biting kiss. “Good boy,” you murmur, and relish the way his face reddens, his jaw going slightly slack at the praise. “Lean forward for me?” He acquiesces, already holding his hands behind his back, and you climb up into his lap to twine the silk around his wrists, your touch featherlight and gentle. You test the knot, and smile. Not too tight – but he certainly won’t get any ideas about spellcasting. “Does that feel okay?”

“Yes,” he says into your shoulder, his voice muffled by the layers of your armor. You stand back up and step completely out of your clothes, metal buckles and buttons clinking as your many layers fall to the floor, and then you stand before Gale in your undergarments, your skin rising with goosebumps from the cool air, his eyes roving a path up and down your figure.

You feel a little warm from the intensity of his gaze, but you steel your nerves and continue. You reach out with your senses, using the knowledge of the Weave that Gale taught you of so long ago, and you can feel a soft tinkling at the edge of your perception, the distant sound of music, and you pull it towards you. In one of the pleasure dens far below, a slow, sensual number starts up, and you filter the sound through the available space, filling the tower with music.

Gale’s lips part as he realizes your plan. “Love,” he starts, “I haven’t –”

You feel a twinge of self-doubt, standing there near-nude before a man who is completely clothed. You have no experience with this whatsoever – apart from what you have read and seen – and you’re not sure that Gale loves you enough to forgive you if you make a total ass of yourself. “This is okay, right?” You rush to ask, holding your hands out for his before realizing that he’s still tied. You tuck them behind your back, straightening your posture. “Um – I know this is probably unusual, but, you know, in the Quarta Sune –”

Gale grins, his dimples making a rare appearance, and the sight of it pulls at your heartstrings. “You are perfect,” he promises, lifting his dark eyes up to your face. “This is perfect. Please, keep going.”

The slight rasp of his voice goes straight to your core, and you step forward before you’re entirely conscious of your movements, looping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. He leans into you with a groan, and you can feel his shoulders move, his hands resisting the bindings, and you pull back. “No touching,” you say softly, “right? This is about you.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, his expression adorably resentful, and you laugh and kiss the bridge of his nose.

“Later,” you promise, and with that, you stand up, and turn away from him, facing the windows, the setting sun illuminating your skin. The music restarts, strings amping up, and you sway your hips to the tune, letting instinct take over. One, two, three, you breathe, feeling the rhythm run through you, and as the music crescendos, you drop down onto Gale’s lap, your ass just brushing over his thighs, hoping your undulating body looks sensual rather than spasmodic, and your efforts are rewarded with a delicious, blinding groan from behind you. You turn back around to face him – one, two, three – and lean in close, your scent intoxicating, his body warming your skin, and bracket his legs with your knees, one hand carding through his hair and the other slowly unbuttoning his robes, your knuckles barely brushing the velvet-soft hair on his chest. You slide your hands down the planes of his torso, and then, just as he’s leaning forward, again, anticipating your lips on his –

You step back again, turning, lifting your hands over your head and letting your hair down, smiling to yourself as you peek over your shoulder at his exasperated face. One, two, three. You let your ass ghost over his lap again, closer this time, holding there for a few moments longer than he considers tolerable, and just as his patience goes and his hips buck, you return to your starting position, looking down at him chidingly.

“Please,” he whispers, and you raise your brows, your hands going to the clasp of your bra. He watches, rapt, as you slide the fabric off your breasts and let it fall to the ground atop your discarded armor, your nipples peaking in the cool air. You repeat the motion with your panties, and you’re sure Gale catches sight of the soaked fabric as you toss it aside: his face turns a flattering shade of crimson, his arms straining against his silken ropes.

“How can I deny you?” You say, and with smooth, uninterrupted movements, you slide onto his lap, rocking your hips back and forth, tantalizingly slow, atop him. His robes slip open completely, and you can feel his cock straining against the fabric of his undergarments, barely brushing against the skin of your thighs. Your hands roam along the skin of his chest, thumbs swirling careful circles in the dips of his collarbone and shoulders, your palms warm against his skin. “You’re doing so well,” you praise him, and lean forward to kiss along the line of his clavicle, then slowly up his neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, tasting his sandalwood cologne, his soapy shaving cream, the sweat and salt lingering there, your tongue pulsing against his jaw. “So good for me,” you continue, running your hands through his hair, “you’re perfect, Gale.”

And then, surprising him, you slide off his lap and drop to your knees, slotting your body perfectly in between his legs, and in one swift motion, you free his aching cock from his undergarments and lean forward once more, fitting your lips around the head.

“O-oh,” he moans, straining to keep still as you take him deeper, your hands tracing patterns on the skin of his thighs, reaching up to his hips, your nails scratching lightly, and then, as you adjust yourself and push him back so as to get more leverage, you wrap one hand around his shaft and devote the other one to palm gently at his balls, still a touch too gentle. “Mmm – more,” he sighs, and you obey, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock and then fitting it back in your mouth, deep enough to brush the back of your throat, pre-cum salty on your tongue. You hollow your cheeks, looking up at him through lowered lashes, and his mouth falls open, releasing the most pleasurable moans and groans, sighs and mewls slipping between his lips, chanted noises that may be words – you catch the sound of your name, and please, and yes, in the chorus of sounds that escape his chest, rising and falling in octave with every swipe of your tongue and bob of your head. “P-please,” he says again, “please, let me –”

You guess his meaning, and reach behind him; the movement sending his cock to the very back of your throat, and his back arches in pleasure; and pull the strings of his bindings, untying his hands. The moment he’s free, he takes your head in his hands, cradling your jaw, and lets his fingers twine in the strands of your hair as you suck with renewed eagerness, sliding back nearly completely only to take him in fully again, the feel of his cock in your mouth dizzying, intoxicating, sending white-hot shivers through your body –

You glance down, and through the haze of pleasure, through the shadows of sunset, through the sweat and slick on your body, you see a flash of blue cupping your cunt, and you can suddenly feel the gentle, not-quite-there brush of the Mage Hand’s fingers against your clit. You war between pleasure and indignation for a moment – and indignation wins. You pull back, Gale’s weeping cock inches away from your mouth but still suspended in midair, and he huffs, putting his hands over his eyes, his pleasure cut short just on the path to climax. “Why did you –”

“No magic,” you repeat, and you can feel the Mage Hand dissolve. Gale peeks out from through his fingers, caught, and not the least bit ashamed. “Do I need to tie you up again? Completely, this time?”

“I –” His cock twitches, beads of precum leaking from the tip, stunning the both of you into silence.

You let a devilish grin slide across your face. “Oh. You want me to tie you up, love? Top to tip, completely trussed up for me?” You pull away from him and reach in your pack for more ribbon. “Red or purple, my sweet?”

Gale manages an arrogant smile, his face still flushed red. “Purple, of course.”

“Good choice,” you grin, and stand, running the ribbons through your hands reverently. “This will only take a minute,” you promise. “Why don’t you take those bothersome clothes off before I get started?”

He does, and you let your eyes run over his figure appreciatively for a minute before going to work. Hands on the ‘arms’ of the throne, the ribbon secured around a stack of encyclopedias. His legs against the respective ‘legs’ of the throne, straining slightly against his bonds. You stand before him, and he angles his hips up slightly, his eyes pleading.

“So cooperative,” you murmur, running your hands gently up his thighs. “So patient. So good.” You lift your hand to your mouth and spit on your fingers, holding eye contact, and he breathes shakily as you wrap your hand around his cock, leaning forward, mouthing kisses along his neck and collarbone. You start slowly, tantalizingly, pumping your hand along his length with a careful, measured speed that makes Gale’s breath hitch in his throat.

“Please – more,” he moans, his lips chasing yours. “Faster.”

You acquiesce, moving quicker, twisting your wrist the way you know that he likes. His breaths come faster, too, a mindless stream of yes and please and more coupled with your name falling from his mouth. You kiss him with bruising intensity, feeling his cock twitch in your fingers, his body straining against his bonds.

He comes with a muffled yell, his eyes rolling completely back in his head, and you kiss him fiercely as his come paints your stomach and thighs where you sit atop him. “Please – gods – please, untie me, let me –”

You smile against his lips and loosen the ribbons, yelping when his arms encircle you with surprising strength, lifting you up by your thighs and laying you out on the tile floor of the tower, the ground cold on your skin, your head canted back as Gale trails kisses down your thighs. “Ah – Gale,” you sigh as his fingers whisper up the inside of your legs, your skin rising with goosebumps. “I can’t –” You try to lift your head, to see where he is and what he’s doing, but your neck won’t cooperate. “What –”

“I hope you don’t mind,” Gale murmurs into your thigh, his hand lifting your leg to his lips, his beard tickling your skin pleasantly. “There’s only so long I can go without magic, my love. I thought –” Here, his tongue slides up to your cunt, tracing around your lips gently, and you moan, your boneless body arching in pleasure. “I thought you might enjoy feeling how I felt. Constrained. At my mercy.” His tongue winds a circle around your clit, and your breaths come faster, your thighs shaking madly. “Do you?”

“Do I – ah – what?”

“Enjoy it,” Gale says into your cunt, and the vibration makes you shudder.

“I – yes, I – please, I want to touch you, I want to –”

“Mmm,” Gale hums, his tongue working careful, restrained circles around your clit, dipping down to taste your slick. “Not yet.”

It’s been less than two minutes, and you’re already shaking, riding high, your eyes unfocused, as Gale takes you apart with his tongue. The painted constellations of the ceiling dance in and out of focus, and your moans echo around the circular tower, a mix of yes and please and Gale falling from your mouth, a reminder of the way you coaxed Gale’s orgasm from him with delicate fingers not five minutes before. “Gale, I – oh, gods, I can’t – please, I want to see you, I –”

The spell breaks, and you lift your head to see Gale’s face completely buried in your cunt, his sweaty hair spread out on your thighs, his eyes closed in ecstasy, and the image is enough to send you over the edge, a scream in your throat, your legs shaking wildly as you come, Gale’s tongue still working at you gently, until the sensation is too much and you kick him softly, signaling get off me, because your vocal cords aren’t working at the moment.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, and crawls up to kiss you, and you taste yourself on his tongue, salty-sweet and heady. “But we should probably go before Rolan comes back. I suspect we won’t have an opportunity to take advantage of his hospitality again.”

“Gale…” You wind your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, your eyes fluttering shut. “You might have to Dimension Door us out of here. I don’t think my legs will move.”

“I’ll carry you,” he smiles, and helping you stand, he laces his robes back up and aids you in buckling your armor. “Now come. There’s a bath at the Elfsong that’s calling my name.”

You sigh softly, leaning your head into his shoulder, and watch dreamily as he conjures the portal. “Wait – what about the Annals?”

“Oh.” Gale looks down at the lower levels of the tower. “I suppose we’ll have to come back tomorrow.” He looks almost downcast, but then the expression fades, and he’s just Gale again, smiling at you. “Let’s go.”

[honeyspeeches]

illustrated scene of the epilogue of my fic None Walk The Earth.

After having worked on this fic for a better part of 4 years, I thought ending it by just posting the epilogue on Ao3 was a bit anti-climactic so I decided to do a little companion piece by illustrating one of my favorite scenes from the epilogue too. thank you to everyone who read it along the way, or even if you read it because of this post, this fic means a lot to me and I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it <33

[sonicranger1]

Okay so remember this post by Aaron Waltke? That contained this image

Well I thought since it isn’t in the best reading quality, that i would retype everything to make it easier since i think it contains a lot of cool stuff so-

WIZARDS - SEASON GRID

Date: 6/14/18

Logline

101 SPELLBOUND: MERLIN summons our heroes to Camelot to save the world from an ancient evil- a trio of wizards known as THE ARCANE ORDER, who are pursuing the Trollhunters.

We learn the secret history of wizards, Merlin and MORGANA.

Notes for 101

- The tale is interrupted when the Arcane Order attacks Camelot. In the magical chaos, DOUXIE, ARCHIE, CLAIRE and STEVE escape into the past.

- In the present, TOBY, BLINKY, AARGH, MERLIN and a FROZEN JIM are pursued by the Arcane Order and THE BLACK KNIGHT.

102 HISTORY IN THE MAKING: Stuck in Medieval Camelot, Douxie and Claire must help PAST MERLIN construct the Amulet and find a way home, all while keeping their time-traveling secret.

Meanwhile in the present, our heroes protect Jim from the Black Knight and the Arcane Order, and go to KREL for help.

Notes for 102

- Douxie encounters his past self. hilarity and mistaken identities ensue.

- Feeling powerless without her Shadow Staff, Claire wonders if they can change the past.

- IN THE PAST: Our heroes meet a young would-be Troll Wizard, CALLISTA.

103 LADY OF THE LAKE: Looking for a way home, Douxie, Claire and Steve seek out the LADY OF THE LAKE- but she’s revealed to be a dangerous monster.

Meanwhile in the present: Toby and the team head to the ruins of Trollmarket seeking a cure for Jim. There they encounter: STRICKLER.

Notes for 103

- Eager to empower herself, Claire asks Douxie to tutor her in the way of magic.

- Now aware of our heroes’ plan, Morgana steals the - Daylight stone, preventing the creation of the Amulet.

- During their adventure, Claire and Douxie connect with the Arcane Order’s ICE WIZARD. This will pay off with them joining the heros later in the season.

104 BATTLE ROYALE: Arthur hosts a festival to raise his Kingdom's spirits, but Douxie worries they need to get the Daylight stone back before THE BATTLE OF KILLAHEAD BRIDGE. Our heroes are pulled to compete, but a Gumm-gumm attack turns the contest into something more deadly.

Notes for 104

- Steve, now a KNIGHT, competes alongside the other KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE.

- This episode sets the table for the Battle of Killahead Bridge.

- IN THE PRESENT: Our heroes learn the Black Knight and the Arcane Order wants Jim’s Amulet to resurrect Morgana.

105 BACK TO THE PRESENT: Douxie and Claire must ensure Gunmar is defeated at Killahead, the Amulet is created, DEYA is chosen, Morgana is sealed away and they safely get home.

Meanwhile in the present, our heroes are in a final standoff against the Arcane Order to prevent them from getting Jim and the Amulet.

Notes for 105

- Arthur heroically “dies” in the Battle of Killahead Bridge, a setup for his return as the Black Knight in the second half.

- IN THE PRESENT: Though our heroes fend off the Arcane Order, a weakened Jim is taken by the Black Knight.

106 BREAKING AND ENTERING: With our heroes reassembled in PRESENT DAY, Jim and his Amulet are taken by the Arcane Order. Our heroes attempt to sneak into Morgana’s FLYING CASTLE to rescue him- but to their surprise, Jim is corrupted into a BEAST.

Victorious, the Arcane Order uses the Amulet to free MORGANA from the Shadow Realm and escape.

Notes for 106

- Our heroes get unlikely help from OLD CALLISTA, who seeks them out in present day as she pursues the Arcane Order.

- Morgana plans to usher in a chaotic age of magic by breaking MERLIN’S SEALS, Ancient relics he used to lock away magic from other wizards.

- After his Amulet is taken, Jim becomes vulnerable to the Black Knight’s corruption and he transforms into a hulking beast, serving Morgana.

107 WIZARD UNDERGROUND: With Morgana free and Merlin unsure what to do, Douxie and the others seek answers to stop her and save Jim in a modern day WIZARD TOWN hidden amongst the humans- but they soon discover Douxie, Merlin and Claire are less than welcome there.

Notes for 107

- We learn Morgana and The Order have come to the same wizard town, in pursuit of the FIRST SEAL which is hidden there.

- Among the modern wizards is the RECORD STORE GIRL. She and the others there distrust Merlin, because he banished them during Arthurian times.

- Note: the seals are physical objects, hidden around the world, each representing a type of elemental magic used by the wizards of the Arcane Order.

108 DINNER WITH A DEMIGOD: Our heroes discover the SECOND SEAL is held by an all-powerful DJINN. In his domain, they can’t use magic and are at the mercy of his crazy whims. Heroes and villains must undergo his strange tests of worthiness to get the relic.

Meanwhile, the supercharged ICE WIZARD unleashes a BLIZZARD across Arcadia.

Notes for 108

- Elsewhere, the Ice Wizard’s powers are unleashed by activating the FIRST SEAL. He loses control and the Wizard Town is caught in an endless snowstorm, and only TOBY and his team can stop him by showing him the error of his ways.

109 DRAGON’S DEN: The THIRD SEAL is guarded by an ancient dragon- one Archie knows all too well… his father. Douxie must make a hard decision on whether to slay the creature, or allow Morgana’s victory.

In the heat of battle, The Black Knight reveals himself to be an undead KING ARTHUR, striking down Merlin.

Notes for 109

- After the Ice Wizard’s defeat in the previous episode, Morgana worries her plan is in jeopardy and offers to take the Arcane Order’s power for her own

- MERLIN DIES tragically, and our heroes- especially Douxie- deal with the loss

110 THE BATTLE FOR MAGIC: With Merlin’s seals open, Morgana and the Arcane Order are nearly unstoppable. Douxie, Claire and our heroes battle for the fate of magic and the world.

Notes for 110

- An epic sky castle battle ensues between Camelot and Morgana’s Tower.

- Douxie and Claire become their own wizards.

- The power of the seals is too much for Morgana to control. In the end, she loses her magic. Some of the Arcane Order fall, some seek redemption.

- In a moment of desperation, our heroes call for reinforcements, which arrive from New Trollmarket and Akiridion-5.

- Using her newfound magic, Claire removes the beastly corruption from Jim (who turns back to human). Upon doing so, the Amulet chooses Claire as the next Trollhunter.

NOTE - REMOVE CLAIRE GETTING AMULET

TALES OF ARCADIA: THE MOVIE: The seals are broken, the titans are unleashed on Arcadia. Our heroes form an uneasy alliance with Morgana in a battle to save our world.

Douxie and Morgana team up to undo the destruction by returning to the past and changing fate itself, creating a new reality for everyone.

Notes for TOA: THE MOVIE

- Steve embraces his knightly honor and sacrifices himself.

Douxie & Archie

101 Spellbound: Douxie is underestimated by Merlin. Deep down, he is eager to prove himself a worthy wizard in his own right.

102 History in the Making: Stuck in the past, Douxie reluctantly becomes the leader of the group. The apprentice must now become the teacher.

103 Lady of the Lake: Unsure what to do, Douxie ignores Merlin’s advice to avoid The Lady of the Lake, not realizing it’s a monster.

104 Battle Royale: As Camelot is invaded, Douxie takes the initiative to steal back the Daylight Stone from Morgana.

105 Back to the Present: Douxie rises as leader, succeeding for the first time, making sure he and his friends escape to the present.

106 Breaking and Entering: Eager to prove how he’s grown after returning from the past, Douxie overextends himself and contributes to losing Jim

107 Wizard Underground: Douxie sees the aftermath of Merlin’s banishment of wizards in the town, and realizes Merlin’s plans have consequences

108 Dinner with a Demigod: Douxie questions Merlin’s methodology, forming a rift between them. Morgana seeds doubt in him.

109 Dragon’s Den: Douxie deals with his mentor dying, never receiving the approval he wanted.

110 The Battle for Magic: Douxie realizes he never needed Merlin’s approval to become his own wizard. He finds his own way.

Claire

101 Spellbound: Claire feels powerless without her Shadow Staff and blames herself for not protecting Jim.

102 History in the Making: Claire is eager to try anything to help her friends in the present, even change the past.

103 Lady of the Lake: tired of feeling helpless, Claire begins her lessons in magic, tutored by Douxie.

104 Battle Royale: Claire struggles to learn magic, wanting to not become like Morgana but still empower herself.

105 Back to the Present: Claire helps seal Morgana away with her own unique magic. Though she still has a lot to learn about the arcane arts.

106 Breaking and Entering: Claire dives into her fledgling magic abilities, but fears becoming like Morgana.

107 Wizard Underground: When Claire loses Jim, she grows determined to bring him back with magic, against all hope.

108 Dinner with a Demigod: Claire and Morgana square off, and Claire confronts her worst nightmare.

109 Dragon’s Den: In an hour of desperation, Claire finally hones her own school of magic.

110 The Battle for Magic: Claire finally overcomes her inner fears, trust herself, and unlocks her power to save Jim from beasthood.

Jim

101 Spellbound: Jim is gravely injured and put in stasis. He relies on his friends to keep him safe.

104 Battle Royale: The friends’ cure for Jim’s corruption fails. With the Arcane Order close, all seems lost.

105 Back to the Present: Jim emerges from his crystal to save his friends, but this allows The Black Knight’s magical corruption to spread and Jim falls.

106 Breaking and Entering: Jim is transformed into a beast, becoming his friend’s worst nightmare.

107 to 109: Jim’s humanity is completely lost, his inner demons manifested.

110 The Battle for Magic: Jim is finally saved by Claire’s magic, and finds peace in his returned humanity.

Callista

102 History in the Making: In the past, Callista is interested in learning magic, but Arthur forbids it.

103 Lady of the Lake: Though she helps our heroes as a lone wolf, she questions Douxie’s unorthodox methods.

104 Battle Royale: Callista helps Claire let go of her guilt about Jim and become a better sorceress

105 Back to the Present: Callista decides not to hide her taboo magic and joins the fight, a fierce warrior and new ally.

106 Breaking and Entering: Callista returns after centuries to help them contend with the Arcane Order, but is still a lone wolf.

107 Wizard Underground: Callista finds kindred spirits amongst the outcast magicians in the hidden wizard town.

109 Dragon’s Den: With Merlin’s death and the heroes on the defense, Callista must rise to the occasion as a hero.

110 The Battle for Magic: Callista ascends to becoming a leader in her own right, ready to lead the fight as the head of the wizard underground.

Blinky & Aargh

102 History in the Making: In the present, Blinky and Aargh battle the Arcane Order and struggle to defend Jim.

103 Lady of the Lake: IN THE PAST: Aargh and Blinky are mortal enemies.

105 Back to the Present: Aargh kills Gunmar’s GUMM-GUMM GENERAL to save Blinky. This is the start of their friendship.

106 Breaking and Entering: Blinky and Aargh come to terms with the desperate times they’re in and provide comfort and hope to Toby and the others.

107 to 109: Blinky and Aargh struggle to keep the group united as relationships are strained by difficult circumstances.

110 The Battle for Magic: With the day saved, Aargh and Blinky resume their journey to rebuild Trollmarket

Steve

101 Spellbound: Steve considers himself a hero, but still doesn’t act like one.

102 History in the Making: Steve begins his tutelage as a true knight, learning the ways of chivalry.

103 Lady of the Lake: Wanting to be a knight, Steve struggles to be noble

104 Battle Royale: Steve enters the knights’ tournament, proving himself worthy to lead the charge in the Battle of Killahead.

105 Back to the Present: Now an official knight, Steve helps in the battle.

106 to 107: Steve tries to put his newfound knighthood into practice, but still has a lot to learn.

110 The Battle for Magic: Steve finally learns what it means to be a hero, and forms a new Knights of the Round Table.

Toby

101 Spellbound: Toby has a bittersweet reunion with his friends, but must now find his way without them.

103 Lady of the Lake: Toby is reluctant to take on a leadership role and tries foisting the responsibility on others. This fails

105 Back to the Present: Toby finally accepts his role as Protector of Arcadia and leads his friends as they fight back against the Arcane Order.

108 Dinner with a Demigod: Toby makes a connection with the Ice Wizard, realizing there is humanity in everyone.

110 The Battle for Magic: Toby finally gets the reunion he always wanted with Jim and Claire and the Trollhunters.

Merlin

101 Spellbound: Merlin stubbornly believes he knows what’s best, and refuses to admit he isn’t always right.

103 Lady of the Lake: Now aware, Merlin sees Douxie’s time travel mishap as further proof of his ineptitude. He continues to believe he must do everything himself.

104 Battle Royale: Merlin is surprised at Douxie’s resourcefulness, but refuses to give him acknowledgment

106 Breaking and Entering: Merlin and Douxie don’t see eye to eye on the solution to Morgana.

107 Wizard Underground: Merlin reveals for the first time he’s lost foresight into the future.

108 Dinner with a Demigod: Merlin fails to see Douxie’s potential, continues to dismiss him.

109 Dragons’s Den: Merlin dies tragically, too late to see the error of his ways.

Morgana

102 History in the Making: Morgana believes magic should be wild and free, no matter who it endangers.

103 Lady of the Lake: Spurred on by Douxie and Claire’s involvement, Morgana changes tactics from previous history, now deadlier than ever.

105 Back to the Present: Sealed away in the past, Morgana makes strategic moves to ensure her return in the present.

106 Breaking and Entering: Morgana is released from her imprisonment.

107 Wizard Underground: Morgana sets about her plans to bring about an age of chaos and magic by opening Merlin’s seals.

108 Dinner with a Demigod: Morgana begins to wonder if she can depend on the Arcane Order and trust the Black Knight.

109 Dragon’s Den: Morgana's paranoia that her plans will fail pushes her to take the Arcanes Order’s power for herself. When her brother kills her mentor, the victory feels empty.

110 The Battle for Magic: Sobered by Merlin’s death, Morgana doubles down on her plan to assume all magic for herself- only to lose control and her abilities with magic.

Arthur

102 History in the Making: he sees his kingdom torn apart by magical creatures. He declares war on all magic that won’t serve the crown.

103 Lady of the Lake: Arthur feels deeply betrayed by his sister Morgana, and doubles down on his war on magic.

105 Back to the Present: The magical war “kills” Arthur, tragically.

106 Breaking and Entering: As the Black Knight, he heralds Morgana’s return but a hint of a deeper relationship.

107 Wizard Underground: Morgana is overjoyed to her reunion with him, but he remains distant.

108 Dinner with a Demigod: As Morgana begins to lose herself in her magical ambitions, The Black Knight issues a warning.

109 Dragon’s Den: The Black Knight reveals himself as Arthur, kept alive through dark magics. He kills Merlin.

110 The Battle for Magic: The Black Knight reveals to Morgan he hates his present condition and yearns for death. His life is a curse, and wants it all to end.

The Arcane Order

101 Spellbound: Loyal followers of Morgana, they attack our heroes, in pursuit of Jim.

103 Lady of the Lake: We learn about the Arcane Order in their battles with our heroes and see why they fight for Morgana.

105 Back to the Present: PRESENT: The wizards attack Jim and his friends but are driven away by the last second return of Douxie and Co.

106 Breaking and Entering: The Arcane Order believe Morgana will be the key to their freedom as wizards.

107 Wizard Underground: The Ice Wizard encounters our heroes in the quest for his seal, and gets more than he bargained for when it unlocks his potential.

108 Dinner with a Demigod: Morgana’s ambitions begin to cause dissention in the ranks of the Arcane Order.

109 Dragon’s Den: The Arcane Order splinters as Morgana tightens her grip. The Ice Wizard goes rogue.

110 The Battle for Magic: Some die, some live and seek redemption.

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If you read this far than I salute you, have a cookie 🍪

[the-ghost-in-your-walls]

Cyrus: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Husniya: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Rethu: Drunk.

JC: Wasted.

Bob: Dead.

[cannibalhellhound]

Wings AU character bits

Hi this is me trying to get a grip on writing again and getting the characters while also adding the wing bits.

Ice Harpy Eagle

Likes having long nails (harpy eagles have fuckin huge talons), keeps them shaped and neatly painted if he's in the mood when on leave

Likes to keep his nest cool and clean (comfy but practical)

Tall nesting! He always claims the top bunk! 

His childhood bedroom had one of those tall beds with a desk under them because he kept piling stuff up to sleep atop of them and it could fit multiple people 

Sad because Navy bunk beds are small :(

Strong as fuck (he's smaller than Sli but can bench press almost as much) (harpy eagles grab animals as big as them like sloths and carry them) (can carry others while flying if needed just not for lengthy flights)

Very keen eyesight so sunglasses for light sensitivity (maybe reading glasses for near sight focus? I like him with glasses)

Very good hearing (don't shit talk near him he'll definitely hear it)

Hair moves very slightly, similar to feathers (kinda like their facial disk and feather crest) 

*Baby feathers are almost all white with some light gray. They molt usually once a year (sometimes twice) and it takes 5 years to get the adult coloring 

Ice's stayed in a middle coloring and he got insecure. His mom suggested matching his hair and that's how the frosted tips came to exist :D

He's a provider by nature but his little sisters have made him very nurturing and affectionate too (Slider knows this firsthand and thinks it's hilarious how fussy Ice can get)(the others learn with time but first baby goose)

Leaves feathers around the house (perfectly placed thank you very much)

Slider Bearded Vulture

Lämmergeier means “Lamb vulture” (wrong because they don't prey on sheep but shhhhh).  Slider calls Maverick “Little lamb” as a joke because he loves annoying him and wants to eat him up

CAN ACTUALLY EAT BONES!!! (Bone soup is a thing!) Will chew on them till it's painful to watch and will take anyone's bones off their plates to pick the marrow off them

The bone dropping shows a lot in him just throwing stuff. He does it. A LOT.

He also likes to have a tennis ball around to fidget dropping it and catching it when it bounces

Has an actual nest bed. The mattress is on the harder side but it has a shit ton of blankets and pillows (to the point you can't feel the mattress)

There are old feathers around the nest tucked in between pillows (don't tell Ice!!) ⁠(⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠)

Very involved into the life of the ones he loves (helpful, affectionate, etc) (this includes parenting looks at baby goose)

His feathers only dye red when visiting his family or on vacation with family because they frequent iron rich waters (his mom loves her red feathers and looking at her baby look like her makes her teary eyed)

Maverick Peregrine Falcon

Very lightweight!!!

He's beauty, he's grace, he'll dive down and kick you in the face (literally, peregrine falcons kill prey by punching them with their closed talons when dividing)

Very keen reflexes (both at ground and on air), will grab anything you throw at him even if distracted

Very! Good! At courting!!!! (Looking at the beginning bar scene)

Small but comfy nest. Very soft and also bunk bed! is perfect

Has a favorite blanket that he will ALWAYS take everywhere, even on deployment 

Cracking his head fuckin open more than once as a kid because he's a menace and small and tried to dive from places he climbed (not his best idea)

crying because he's so small he can't carry goose after the accident and can just grab at him until they get rescued

Now this would be for trans! Mav

To everyone's surprise Mav is as big as he can get (Female birds of prey are bigger than males= bigger wingspan, human height is genetic so for avians is a bit mixed)

Wings don't allow binding (for obvious reasons) but kinesiology tape exists! 

He already used KTape before joining the navy and top surgery so he's used to just strutting around shirtless (we stan a short confident king! It's honestly so freeing to tape and be shirtless I might just leave him pre surgery for next fanart pieces)

Goose Emden Goose

Literally a Mother Goose™

Has learned to deal with Maverick and not only does he not get surprised by his antics, he can predict them and is already prepared for them (aka get ready to scoop tiny ass Mav if he gets in trouble or hurts himself)

The good part is that it has made him baby proof. He can deal with a child he's been dealing with Mav!

Terrified. Absolutely terrified. Because his beautiful baby gosling is as much a little shit as his wife and best friend. If his wings weren't already white they'd for sure be by now ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

I need to think more about Mav and Goose but that involves looking for Peregrine Falcon and Geese facts

Edit to take out the divider because I don't like it

[rainbow930]

avm fantasy au? real

‘ve been brainrotting over this since DECEMBER so it’s about time i did some designs for them :3 second and red’s aren’t final yet though

notes for this au:

most people generally have some sort of power. yellow’s the only one in the color gang who doesn’t and they use redstone instead

blue’s an alchemist that somehow managed to get the reputation that they are incredibly scary (they are NOT). has the ability to grow (already existing) plants at will

green’s a traveling bard and purple’s an assassin/bounty hunter. they are very good friends (oh boy i wonder how this will turn out)

second was a normal dude before he got framed for arson and burning down a village. has some crazy powers he doesn’t know about and is currently on the run

said village second got framed for was also yellow’s, and yellow also fully believes that he was the one to do it

after yellow’s home is destroyed they go out searching for a mystical legendary artifact named the Command Block that they’ve been enamored with forever and meet blue in the process

there is a lot more to this au but i don’t want to dump it all in one post so that’s all for now 🤞🤞YIPEEE!!