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Part 4 of the Wings Again series is in the works. It’s only been 3 years since I last worked out on >>; oops my bad

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(First Time) Meeting Interaction Scenarios

Send a symbol for our muses to (first) meet in the following scenarios (By default, ‘you’ refers to the sender of the meme and ‘my’ refers to the person receiving the meme. Include ↩ if you wish to reverse the muses for any applicable scenario ) 

🚌 - Sitting next to each other on public transportation ✍ - Being in the same classroom for a new class 👔 - Being co-workers in a new job 🤝- Our muses are partnered up for an assignment 💲 - Your muse is a customer/client of my muse’s job 🗺️ - Your muse is lost in an area my muse is familiar with ❗ - Something about your muse catches my muse’s attention on first glance 😈 - My muse feels the urge to pick on your muse ✊ - Our muses are competing  ⌨️ - Your muse followed or sent a friend request to mine on social media 🎮 - Our muses meet in an online game 🔒 - Our muses are trapped in the same room/area 🎤- Your muse asks mine questions for personal research or job  👉 - Your muse suspects mine of committing a certain crime  💰 - Your muse has stolen something from mine 🏪 - Our muses want to buy the same product and there’s only one left in stock 💢 - Our muses accidentally collide into each other  ✋ - Your muse is in trouble and my muse decides to lend a helping hand 💜 - Our muses meet in a blind date 👀 - Your muse witnesses mine doing something they don’t want others to see 🔍 - My muse has been asked to find yours by someone else 🔦 - Your muse has stumbled into a secret place only my muse knows about

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Snow Flake’s and Memories

Rating:T Summery:Isaac's seen snow three times in his life. Twice it brought him joy. Those memories will always bring him a bittersweet sort of joy but this last time? It brougth him something completely different.

Isaac read the text and then read it again. He’d been staring on and off at his cracked phone for the last hour trying to will himself to just hit send. It wasn’t like it was a lewd text or anything. In fact compared to some of the others - one in particular that led to the cracked screen in the first place - it was fairly innocent. Still this thing between them was new and this….this felt far more intimate than anything they’d done before.  With a shaky hand Isaac forced himself to hit send and not think about the reply.

[Txt zombie 🐺] teach me how to make beef cabbage wraps?

It wasn’t like Peter hadn’t offered to give him cooking lessons already. This was just him actually asking. It didn’t stop the jump in his heart when his phone chimed with a reply or the way he immediately read the reply. Of course it was a yes. Breathing out a sigh of relief Isaac quickly set up a time. He already had all the ingredients but looking up recipes made his head hurt and reading the instructions? Yeah no that only made it worse.

The next day Isaac found himself at Peter’s apartment. Face barely containing his smile as Peter opened the door. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Isaac kissed his quickly on the cheek before walking past Peter and into the kitchen. “You sure you don’t mind taking a break from your world domination plans to help me?”

“Oh I’m sure the world can wait another day.”

“Good.”

“First things first wash your hands.”

Peter watched Isaac closely. Fondly. Cooking looked good on the younger wolf and if he was able to make Isaac flustered by wiping off a spot of sauce with his finger then that was only an added bonus. As they finished the prep it started to snow and Isaac couldn’t help but to think back to the first time he saw snow.

Light white flakes floated down coating the ground. Isaac starred up wide eyed and in wonder. Everyone else around he was cheering and clapping and all he could do is focus on how pretty it was. His mother shared a smile with him and taught him how to make a snowman. After they’d gone inside and made hot chocolate.

Isaac’s first snow was nothing but good memories.

The second time Isac saw snow he was sitting by the window, swallowed whole by the overly large sweater he was currently wearing and watching it fall with a reverent sort of expression. He heard Peter walk in with groceries. Heard him put them up before Peter padded farther into the apartment. “No hello?” He teased. Isaac could imagine him crossing his arms.That smile on his lips. The one that was a borderline smirk but not quite. Not really. Not towards him.

Isaac continued to start out at the snow and wondered if he wished hard enough would his wish come true.

“Isaac?”

“Hm?”

Peter wrapped his arms around his boy and pulled him close, chin resting on Isaac’s shoulder. “You look a little cold.”

“I’m sure you’ll warm me up.” Though it lacked his normal teasing tone.

Peter inhaled his scent and held him closer. It took a while for Isaac to realize but they were moving. A small smile broke across his lips as Isaac turned in Peter’s arms to face him. “What are you doing?”

“Dancing.”

“There’s no music.”

“Swaying then.”

“There’s still no music.”

Peter sighed dramatically but smiled and kissed the top of Isaac’s head. Not always an easy feat. “The music is our hearts beating.”

“Oh.” Isaac closed his eyes and listened to their own private music. His own arms wrapping themselves around Peter’s neck. “It’s pretty.”

“It’s ours.”

“Yeah.” He agreed quietly. All theirs.

His first snow might have been filled with smiles and laughs and two people he’d never get to see again (his heart ached at the thought) but his first snow with Peter was just as good. If not better in some ways.

Isaac’s third snow was nothing like his first or second one. Now he sat by the window, swallowed whole by the overly large sweater he was currently wearing and watching it fall with a solemn expression. Any second now Peter would be back with some groceries. He’d heard him put them up before Peter would walk over to him, greeting him. “No hello?” He would teased. Isaac could picture that smile of his. The one that was a borderline smirk but not quite.

Isaac continued to start out at the snow and wondered if he wished hard enough would it come true. He closed his eyes and wished it was true. Wished for the warmth of Peter’s arms wrapped around him. Them swaying alone in the apartment again. Cooking whatever new receipt one of them finds.

The overpowering scent of sadness and stale air bring him back from the perfect world in his thoughts and memories. The slowly rotting fruit on the counter mocks him. The pictures on the walls pity him and no one dares bother him.

Isaac shutters, eyes red rimmed and cried out. There was still blood under his nails and a box he wasn’t supposed to know about hidden in the back of their shared closet.

Avenging him didn’t make the hole in his heart any smaller. Ache any less.

Isaac’s first snow was filled with smiles and laughter and so much joy it ached to think about.

This last one was filled with so much pain and sorrow it felt like he was drowning.

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Tips On How to Write Characters with Wings (For both fanfic writers and original content writers)

So I’ve been reading a lot of fics lately where people are either

A) Putting wings onto canon characters

B) Making OCs with wings

So I decided that, with the influx of people who are writing winged characters (and therefore the influx of errors that come with writing winged characters), I’d make a little thing to help you slap a pair of wings onto anyone!

This is also a bit personal, too, because the MC in my upcoming novel has wings!

1. Know that there are a lot of types of wings to choose from

Part of being a writer is the desire to take something (whether it be a pre-existing work or an idea in your head) and make it into your own. So, instead of just going with the classic bird wings, why not spice it up a bit? If your character is an angel, you certainly don’t have to stick to the classic depictions of angel wings. Why not give them butterfly wings or dragonfly wings?

Here’s a small list of different types of wings to choose from:

Bat wings

Beetle wings

Bird wings

Butterfly/Moth wings

Dragonfly wings

Note that these wings are for animals who can fly. There are also animals who can “fly” that actually glide, such as sugar gliders and flying squirrels.

Yeah, so the options are pretty limited, but feel free to make up your own kinds of wings that aren’t necessarily based on a pre-existing creature’s wings!

2. Be familiar with the anatomy of your character’s wings and their limits

If your wings are completely unique, draw them out. A diagram or picture is key when it comes to things like description. I’m not gonna tell you what everything does and give you Animal Wing Anatomy 101, that’s for you to research. Know that there are different types of wings and that they have different uses, strengths, and weaknesses.

3. Never use the full extent of your research! 

Surprise, surprise!

“But wait, Maddy!” you cry, writing utensil in hand and poised to stab me. “I thought we were supposed to were supposed to show our research!”

Well, you are. Technically that’s not wrong. But, readers don’t want to know ALL of it. Over-described wings are sometimes worse than under-described wings; what sucks more than not knowing what a character’s wings look like is having to look up wing anatomy in the middle of the chapter!

Only use the most basic of vocabulary when it comes to describing the parts of the wing. Most of the time, you just have to say “bat wing” or “feathery wing” and the readers get the basic idea. (Like seriously, do you think the readers know what a dactylopatagium brevis is????? It’s a part of skin on a bat’s wing btw)

4. Don’t bring your character’s wings up only when they’re needed!!!!

Unless your character’s wings can fade away when they’re not needed, wings are a 100% real, 24/7 thing! It’s bothersome when writers mention the wings in one chapter and then only bring them up when there’s a daring escape that needs to be performed! Most of the time, I forget that the characters even have wings at all!

There is also the fact that wings aren’t all pros and no cons. If they’re functional, they’re probably big, and if they’re muscular, they’re probably bulky. If your character is clumsy, they’ll probably knock things over constantly, and if they’re not clumsy, they’ll still knock things over constantly.

Your wings are two (or four, or five, or six quintillion) extra appendages; they’re a part of your character! You don’t have to spend every second reminding the readers that they’re there, but don’t go long stretches of time without even mentioning them.

5. Your character’s wings can be a good way to indicate their mood or to provide for that little bit of description that you think you make be lacking

Why wouldn’t you want to describe the wings? I mean, you don’t want to describe every minute detail over and over again, but it’ll boost your word count a lot more than you think. They can also be used to convey your character’s feelings without explicitly telling the reader! It’s like a new set of facial expressions!

See? You can tell he’s wary and ready to fight from the movement of his wings! Also he’s crouching next to a dead body but that’s not relevant right now

Here’s a list of wing language (?) that you can incorporate into your story that will not only increase your word count, but will also add to the sustenance of your story!

Nervous

Twitch

Flutter

Ripple

Fold tightly

Fidget

Flap

Angry

Flare

Bristle

Fluff up

Ripple

Beat

Raise up

Snap open

Happy

Flutter

Curl up

Ripple

Wave

Flap

During Battle

Bludgeon

Smack

Bat

Clout

Whack

Kick someone’s legs out from under them

Snap someones neck (only for muscular wings like bat and bird wings)

Problems that may come with having wings

Poke out from under blankets and let all of the cold air in

Stepped on

Get pins and needles from being folded for too long

Squashed on chairs/ in beds/ in crowded hallways

Vulnerable in battle

Molting (for bird wings)

Hope this helped!!!

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Budding Romance Starters

Send one for your muse to…

🌷 - Bring my muse a rose

😅 - Ask my muse out on a first date

📲 - Send my muse a good morning text

💋 - Kiss my muse for the first time

🖐 - Subtly grab my muse’s hand

🤮 - Get nervously sick in front of my muse

💪 - Try and impress my muse

👄 - Kiss my muse on the cheek

🥤 - Share a drink with my muse

🥡 - Share a meal with my muse

🌟 - Take my muse stargazing

☄️ - Watch a meteor shower with my muse

🌸 - Put a flower crown on my muse

🕹 - Play videogames with my muse

📽 - Watch a movie with my muse

🔫 - Murder someone with my muse 

📬 - Send my muse a love letter

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Otter's are the Cats of the Sea

Rating:G Summery:It's summer. It's hot. Kuroo is going to college and Kenma is going to be a third year. They decided to go to the aquarium and find something out along the way.

It was hot. It was hot inside. It was hot out. The shade was hot.The light breeze was hot. Even the water was hot. Everything was hot. And Kuroo hated it. Not for the first time he glanced over at his kitten and wondered how the other seemed so unaffected by the heat wave. Summers were always bad but this year’s was the worse. Or maybe it only seemed that way. Sighing Kuroo dragged himself from the couch to grab a Popsicle. "We're out of pineapple flavor." Kenma reminded him. Grumbling he grabbed one with a huff and flopped back down next to Kenma. Cherry. Kuroo wrinkled his nose. It wasn't his favorite but it would do.

"We should go outside today."  Kenma spared a glance from his game to Kuroo and even Kuroo had to admit it sounded like a stupid idea but it had to be better than sitting around doing nothing all day. Again. It was summer break after all. The last summer him and Kenma would be spending together before he went off to college. And maybe it was a college in Tokyo and it was only a train ride (and a few stops away) but that didn't change the fact that it was their last. Kenma was going to be a third year. His little kitten was all grown up. "We can't spend every day inside."

Golden eyes took in the expression on Kuroo's face. Furrowed brows, lips pulled down in a quiet frown. "The aquarium still has that exhibit you were interested in." With a few presses of a button Kenma saved his game and slid the 3DS into his hoodie's pocket. "They have air conditioning."  It was almost startling how quickly Kuroo's expression shifted. You would have thought he was suggestion something more than a simple trip to the aquarium. Kenma pulled out his phone and looked up the train schedule. "We could make the 2 o'clock train."

"Kenma you're the best!." Launching himself off the furniture and up the stairs Kuroo quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top. "Oi, Kenam, how long will it take you to- oh didn't hear you come up the stairs. How long will it take you to get ready."

"I am ready."

"Right. Let's go!"  

The train was just as horrible as they'd expected. Lots of people packed close together in a sweltering heat but it was all worth it when Kuroo and Kenma stepped into the nice cool Aquarium. The entrance was a long tunnel  with different tanks all around them. Above them too, much to Kuroo's delight as a stingray swam by. He couldn't help his excitement as a shark swam by in another tank only to come back and hang out right where he was looking. Of course this meant he had to take a selfie with the shark. How could he not?

"Kuroo." The black haired boy turned his attention back to his best friend and the hand resting on his wrist. A light blush settled on his cheeks and not for the first time Kuroo wondered why his heart beat a little faster around Kenma. "This way."

"Uh yeah." He allowed himself to be led farther into the aquarium. The hand on his wrist burned. It burned in a way that made Kuroo's heart beat faster and his pulse race. What if Kenma could feel it? If he could he didn't mention it. Nor did he let go as they walked from tank to tank, pausing at Kuroo's plead to stop and take picture after picture of different ocean creatures. "I swear that sea turtle was eyeing me like food."

"I'm sure it had nothing to do with the way you were taunting it. With food."

"Kitten! You wound me!." The slight dramatization and annoyed looks from surrounding people were well worth it for the small quirk of Kenma's lips. The way they twitched up into a subtle smile. "Oh look a gift shop."

Kenma wasn't sure how long they'd spent in the gift shop but he did know Kuroo spent way too much money.  

"Here."

"What is it?"

"An otter. I heard once they were the cats of the sea." Kuroo grinned and looked away.

Kenma turned the phone charm over in his hand a few times before leaning up on his tiptoes and placing a quick kiss on Kuroo's lips. The surprised look was well worth the flood of embarrassment. Kuroo sputtered for word, speechless before "Kenma?" Finally managed to slip out. He couldn't help but smile at the rare sight.  

"We'll miss our train if we don't hurry." This time when he led Kuroo towards their destination it wasn't by the wrist. This time their fingers were intertwined and the future seemed less uncertain.

It might have been their last summer together before Kuroo went off to college but it was also their first summer together.

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Free Will

Rating:T Summery:It's been a month since their last meeting. He knows they should stop but the familiarity - the comfort- is almost reason enough not to stop. Part one X Part two X

This time he managed to say away for a month.  A month of staying close to the Winchesters and trying not to count the days between the last visit and now. The feeling of soft feathers, coarse small feathers close to the skin, long elegant sensitive ones brushing across the expanse of his back, goosebumps dancing along his skin in the wake. 

No. Now was not the time for thoughts like those. With the final days growing close now was the time to focus. To push away the thoughts of better days, better moments and years and focus on the task at hand. There were souls at stake. If he faltered so many would be lost for something so selfish.

“Yo Cas you ok over there man?” Dean’s question slowly brings the angel back to the problem at hand. Demons overrunning a town. How to get them to leave those they’d possessed without causing damage to the hosts body’s and keeping the loss of life to a minimal. There was always the option of trapping them in a large auditorium, Winchesters using themselves as bait, and playing the recording but not every demon would fall for that. Those that had been around for a while knew of the brother’s tricks and would be weary of following in blindly. 

There was always the option of him taking care of the stragglers but that would end in the unavoidable death of innocents. Something the Winchesters were trying to avoid. “How will you take care of the stragglers?” He answered instead of answering the question directed towards him.

“I was thinking about that,“ Sam started waiting until both were looking at him. “What if we used the high school? We could play it over the speakers that way it wouldn’t matter if they were all in one location or not. It would just be a matter of getting them all in to the school.”

The idea had merit, “That could work.” Castiel answered slowly. “You will need a lot of salt to keep any from escaping.”

“Already got it covered.” Dean grinned and patted the black bag by his leg. Huh so that was what he had gone to get a town over. 

The next few hours were spent prepping everything. The plan was simple enough. Sam would be used as the main bait and draw the demons in. Dean would trip the salt once all (or most) were inside. All Castiel had to do was press play. Simple enough though there were holes. 

Of course those holes came back to bite the trio in the ass. Some of the salt bundles didn’t drop when they were supposed to. Demons were on Castiel almost the instant he appeared in the building. In the end Sam gave in and used the demon blood coursing through his veins to exorcise a small handful of demons before Casitle was finally able to get the recording to play. After that it was a symphonies of screams and bodies crashing to the floor. 

Finally in the first few rays of light bathed through the windows they’d succeeded. So why did Castiel feel so hollow? So empty? Brows pulled forward as he tried to place a name on the feeling stirring in his chest, he stumbled forward a few steps unprepared for the pat on the back Dean gave him or the reassuring smile Sam directed his way. Both boys cast in roles neither one wanted. Both doing everything in their power to keep from playing into their destiny. Was that not the definition of free will? 

After seeing them get back to their hotel room safe, Castiel let his mind carry him to where he truly wanted to be. Maybe then he would get the answers needed to understand the whirl of emotions swirling around in his chest. Or were they only echos of emotions left over from his vessel? 

“Castiel, what a nice surprise.” A warm voice greeted him with much warmer eyes. “After so long I was sure you wouldn’t be coming back.” A raised brow before a smile. He must have seen something on his face as Lucifer beckoned Castiel closer with open arms.

The exact place Castiel wished to be most and yet knew he shouldn’t be. Weary legs carried him forward until soft wings were brushing against his face in a comforting reminder of what they use to have. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Castiel was quiet for a long moment, grateful for being unrushed. “Do I need a reason to visit you?”

“You don’t often do things without a reason.” Lucifer answered with a low chuckle. 

“Do we have free will?” He final asked, so quiet he was almost sure the words were lost between them. More often Castiel found himself wondering if he wasn’t following a predestined path laid out. Was he making a difference with anything he was doing or was he simply another puppet whose strings were being pulled at all the right moments. 

“Would you be here without free will?” 

A small smile flickered onto his lips. Such a simple question, one Castiel already knew the answer to. Without free will these meetings would have never started. He wouldn’t continuously feel like he was betraying everything to spend just a few moments here, in the presence of his older brother.

“I’ll take your smile as answer enough.” And it was. 

Carefully a calloused hand carded its way through soft brown hair. Tension slowly faded from his body, “Lucifer...” An answering hum as he titled his head down, brings their lips together in a tender kiss. 

“Would you like to stay the night Castiel?”

“Yes.” Another, answering kiss.

If free will was something he had, than Castiel was using his to stay where he wanted, no longer denying it. He would deal with the consequences tomorrow. For now he was content. Far more content than he’d been in the last month.

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Send me "Losing" for a short drabble about our characters drifting apart and realizing they had to break things off.

based of this video.

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samifer angst?

This one was quiet fun to write. I do hope you will enjoy 

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The Broken Song Bird

Rated:T Summery: Lucifer would win. Now Sam live with his choices and world he's created.

“Yes”

One simple word that had changed the whole world. Nothing was the same after that day in Detroit. Sam had been so set on fighting the once angel, had been so certain he would be able to get the upper hand, if even for a second, and jump into the hole. Everything and everyone was relying on this. But when the time came he couldn’t.

“Sam what have I done to deserve this betrayal for you? Have I not given you everything I promised? Your brother was safe and those who had hurt you have been disposed of.”  Lucifer somehow managed to look truly hurt while mocking him.

“It doesn't matter! I can’t let you win! We’re going back into the cage!” Lucifer didn't bat an eye at the threat.

Watching Bobby who had been like a father to him and Dean, die only strengthened his resolve. Seeing Castile go out in that made the hunter shake with furry. But Dean? Lucifer was toying with Dean and Sam couldn't…..he had to do this for Dean. It was than he knew what he had to do. Forcing every memory, every thought, ever fight, conservation, every memory good or bad at Lucifer, Sam had seen only one option.

“Wouldn’t you do anything for your own family?” He asked, voice broken though he was not yet beaten.

It had caught enough of Lucifer’s attention to make him pause. A second of sorrow flickered across his eyes.

“Everything I have do has been for them. Tell me Sam, if I brought them back and left them alone would you give up the fight?”

In that second where Sam could have wrestled control back from the Devil himself, he froze. His life, his soul, in exchange for theirs?

He shivered as the answer came easily. “Yes.”

Nothing could have prepared him for what that yes meant. The amount of control he was truly giving up. The look in his brother’s eyes….seeing the last bit of hope and faith dying out in his hazel -or were they green?- eyes and seeing nothing but defeat and longing for death. It broke Sam in so many different ways.

“Promise me he won’t die.”

“I cannot promise that.”

Sam wanted to scream and shout. But he knew Lucifer would not agree to anything he could not honestly keep. The angel that had fallen would not lie. There had to be a joke in there somewhere. So Sam tried again. “Please don’t let him find death at either your hand or a demons.”

Lucifer seemed to consider this for a moment. A smile curled onto his face. And in an instant Sam found himself in the Devil’s embrace. “For you, my dear vessel, I can promise that.”

And then they were gone. Away from Dean and away from the chaos. The world fell into chaos, the death toll grew and angel’s died daily. Until finally there were barely anyone or thing left but demons. Sam tried to block it all out, tried to convince himself he had made the right choice. Dean was alive and that was all that mattered. Every now and then Lucifer would take pity on him and show him Dean. Or show him a happier time. All it did was kill a little bit more of Sam each time until there was nothing left but a shell of a man and the fallen angel who wore him.

“Come now Sam, I have done everything you have asked of me. You should be thrilled that he is still alive and free and not in servitude like so many of the others are.”

“…”

Lucifer frowned and cupped Sam’s face pulling the defeated hunter close and into his embrace. Here in the mental space they shared Sam still preferred to see him as he looked in his last vessel, Nick. At least now it was without the decaying skin. “No don’t be like that my precious vessel. Have I not given you everything you have asked for, if not more?”

“No. You won’t let me go.”

“I do not wish to be alone.”

It was turning into one of their biggest arguments. Sam was weak now, weaker than he’d ever been. No longer a threat to Lucifer and yet the once angel would not let his soul completely parish. He always fought back. Sometimes by making Sam believe he was in the cage and making him experience the anger and loneliness he felt when trapped there. Those were the nights Sam truly believed he would never feel the sun shine again.

It was after one of those caged nights that Sam came back more shaken than ever. In his rage towards Sam, Lucifer let his watchful eye slip and Dean was attacked. A broken cry escaped Sam when he found out. He’d refused to speak for months. Finally Lucifer broke him down by pulling him into a cold embrace and whispering everything he adored about the hunter into his ears. Warming him up and breathing a small portion of life back into the broken boy.

Sam had reasoned away the touches, the embraces and barely there kisses as Lucifer’s twisted way of showing he cared. And Sam, Sam needed those same caresses. In some ways he craved them.

“Can I see De-my brother please?” Saying Dean’s name had quickly turned into a taboo, Lucifer fixating on Dean still as Michael’s true vessel even though the other archangel was locked away in the cage.

“If that is what you wish.” Lucifer waved a hand, nipping at Sam’s collar bone until it was bruised with a mark. A reminded of who he belonged to.  

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