#he is a feather

[0vergrowngraveyard]

is it just me. Or is anyone else obsessing over the fact that tails could fit in knuckles’ palm

im also obsessed with that

holding and throwing him with one hand....he weighs nothing to knuckles

[featherfangart]

Feather Fang

or... my personal moon moon, if you will

[lavendersageicedtea]

Me and my bfs long quiet and spectre cosplays!!!

[treef-greef]

Alexa play Mr. Brightside while your parents argue in the other room on youtube

[zillychu]

get MOLTED, idiot

[quail-in-red]

Not me forgetting potions, scrolls, and spells every time I need to jump down somewhere

[saint-nevermore]

who's a pretty bird

[kittyoperas]

quiet mornings after the end of the world.

lil paintover of “the bed” by toulouse-lautrec

[halorvic]

The Villain

[rookanisstuff]

The Dellamortes

[badninken]

punk hazard doctors

[lyril]

you don't get it okay... you don't understand..... .

[marivanilla05]

In the middle of exams so here are just some higher quality versions of my last sketches!

(There will be no context for Menelaus dressed as a seal and Helen doing drugs. If you know, you know.)

[perpetualcynicism]

“Ngh,” grumbles Xiao, his eyelids closed, still half asleep. He leans forwards and snakes his arms around your waist, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “What’re you doing?” he mumbles against your skin. His hair is slightly ticklish.  

“Nothing,” you reply softly. You tilt your head so it rests beside his. “Sorry for waking you.”

“‘S okay.” His arms tighten around your waist, drawing you closer still. After a brief pause, he begins peppering a slow, sleepy trail of kisses to your skin which traces up from your neck to behind your ear. Your heartbeat quickens at the sudden, somewhat uncharacteristic show of affection. 

“Xiao?” you ask in quiet voice, hardly daring to move lest you break this rare spell. 

“Mm?” He does not pause in bestowing his silent tokens of affection. 

“Are you alright?”

“Mm.”

Well, if he’s doing this completely of his own accord, then you’re hardly about to complain. It’s just… not often you see him like this, you suppose. You close your eyes and place your hands over his, stroking his knuckles with your thumbs. He begins to mumble something which you don’t understand between kisses. It takes you a moment to place, but you think he’s speaking… Chinese?

“我亲爱的,” Xiao says. He presses his lips to the crook of your neck. “我的心。我的小羽毛。我的世界。我会保护你。” You don’t know what it means, but something inside you flushes nonetheless. The way he says it sounds like a confession, almost sacred.

A few minutes later, the grip around your torso relaxes. His head falls forwards onto your shoulder, and his muttering is replaced with soft breathing. You stay utterly still, feeling like a little drop of something infinitely precious has just fallen into your hands, the likes of which can never be replicated. You close your palms around it and silently commit the moment to memory. Then you draw his arms back up around you and, leaning back against him, drift off.

[yourangle-yuordevil]

[Birds of a feather AU] Absolutely incapable of asking each-other out normally in every single universe <.<

[bigfatbreak]

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