#Commander Zephyr

[vb-realmstrider]

"I remember it clear as the South Sellish waters; it's not a day that any of us could forget. It was like any other, 'side from the ominous storm blown' in to port. All started with that ship and 'er damn cargo; "we can control it" they said, "impossible for it to escape the cage." They lied, though, that should be obvious to you. 'Twas one of them abominations of Geldan. One of the biggest I've seen, with claws long and sharp as a dagger, and wings as wide as a person is tall, and an oily hide of leather… Still haunts us who saw it to this day…"

A distant look fell across the Portmaster's face as he uttered those last words. "How did the Geld-Beast escape?" I asked, "I've read through all the available reports, but they're all vague and don't mention much."

The Portmaster jumped, as if he forgot I was there. "I was getting to that part lass, be patient." He shook his head, "youngins these days, always in a rush" he mutters. "I was close when it happened, though I still don't rightly know what 'appened. One moment the beast was snug in the cage, the next it was standing tall and free and releasing a soul chilling screech towards the 'eavens, already covered in the blood of the sailors moving the cage. That's when the rain and thunder started. All I could do was scramble away and scream for help. Not my proudest moment, but what else could I do?" He looked down, ashamed, before his face turned grave and serious. "The port guard arrived first, but were useless. None lasted three seconds" he whispered. Turning to look at me, he continued "The port archers atop the walls were next. They sighted the threat quick, but were of no help either. Best they could do was sound the alarm before dying. The rest of the port garrison was not much better, but least they kept the devil from attacking us citizens and bystanders. Didn't last long though; had no way to defend against impalement from that cursed beast. All that could be 'eard was the ungodly screeches of the creature and the screams of the dying. All that could be seen was corpses brutally ripped apart and half dead men with their guts spilling out and laying in large pools of blood and viscera. 'Least the heavy rain washed away some of the sight, and the strong thunder covered some screams… Course, things did change for the better eventually, else we wouldn't be 'ere now. SHE turned the tide single handedly. Took 'er damned time, but the Fortress Commander finally showed 'er face. Commander Zephyr emerged from the portcullis, and it seems as everything froze, and everyone stared at her. Even the devil paused. She walked down the road clad in 'er customary deep blue brigandage, giving the demon a glare that could freeze the sun. Brimming with visible, barely contained wrath, she wordlessly summoned 'er rapier and slowly raised it up to the demon in challenge. The beast screeched in response, but as fast as lightning, the Commander launched 'erselfe into the sky and sheared off one wing. The devil 'ad no time to react before it was sent to the ground, screaming in pain. Zephyr landed smoothly and gracefully, having summoned her greaves and boots while in the air. The two stood there then, staring and sizing the other up. The beast let loose another fell scream and charged, aiming a slash at the Commander's sword arm, but she effortlessly parried and dodged away. The beast gave chase and kept slashing and kicking and jumping at 'er, but she was always a step ahead blocking and dodging out of 'arms way. Thunder clapping each time blade and claw clashed. Before I knew it, the Commander had danced in a large circle around the beast, while it ended up in the same place it crashed, having gained no ground. Looking closely, I could see thin lines cut into the stones; she must 'ave cut them faster than the eye can see while dodging around. The demon took a quick step, as if to start charging again, but stopped and tilted it's 'ead curiously. Zephyr 'ad dropped 'er blade and let it melt to mist. Arcs of lightning started dancing quickly 'round the Commander's body as she addressed the beast."

"You have killed my soldiers. You have killed my friends." Zephyr said, filled with rage, "You have killed my pupils. And you have spilt all of their blood right in front of me, in the doorway of my own fortress. I demand retribution, and I WILL have it. May the gods judge you harshly and cast you back to Geldan's domain."

The Portmaster continued, with a wicked grin on his face. "After those words, the lightning flickering around 'er grew strong and bright. The Commander stomped a foot down on the lines she cut, and the gods threw down a massive bolt of lightning on the demon, at least fifteen feet wide and strong enough to melt the stone. The clap of thunder was strong 'nough to nearly deafen the entire island. Needless to say, the gods were as harsh as expected, and nothing of that foul beast was left, save the wing our Commander cut off. If you're lucky enough to get an appointment, you can find it mounted in 'er office, behind 'er desk and just to the side. Makes it seem that the wing is 'ers, and is a mighty intimidating sight."

[timetoprey]

' aren't i the best partner to train with? ' cue a training / sparring sesh >:)

Zephyr was breathing heavily and covered in a sheen of sweat, vermillion locks of hair sticking to her face and up in wild ways further calling to her resemblance of a certain scavenger bird of prey on earth.

She grinned maniacally, orange gold eyes alight with utter devotion and delight as she gazed up at her sparring partner as if he hung the stars himself.

“Without a doubt sir! I’m honored everytime we play together” she said brightly . Swinging her scythe at her side .

She loved sparring sessions with Adam she loved being useful to him in any way.

[appoarsin]

Happy Birthday, Me!

As part of my yearly milestone project I do, I've decided to make my 2024 entry in Blender 4.1!! Maybe next year I'll animate one? Who knows!

[forthedancingandthethriving]

(I d e a s.)

TW: Blood, injury, and death

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"Shit-!"

Tama let's out a muffled cry as she's dropped to the muddy ground. The cloth around her muzzle is stained with both blood and now mud too.

She wriggles in her binds the best she can to sit upright. Mud and rainwater cling to her fur as she squints, head throbbing and vision blurry.

It had all happened so fast. Some random Cats had broken into her room, grabbed her, and ran.

Tama didn't know whether to be annoyed or upset, considering this was becoming a slow recurring theme. Cats were taking her a lot more often now. Word was slowly getting out she was from the long forgotten Aire Village, and they were known for their strange affinity for magic. Among.. other things.

"Found you." The voice of Dolion hisses. There's two pairs of footsteps.

"I'm going to make you wish that it was Valiant who found you first."

"W-Wait? Cozbi?! Is that-?!"

Tama squeezed her eyes shut, and it felt as though someone was covering her ears.

Do not open your eyes, kit. The wind whispers to her. Do not open them.

She doesn't. She doesn't open her eyes to see Dolion cut down the kidnapper's body. She doesn't hear how he snarls.

She does, however, feel as she's picked up.

The paws move from her ears, and Arthur whispers, "you can open your eyes, Tama."

Tama doesm. Arthur is smiling down at her, his cream-colored fur gently catching the light. He presses his nose to her forehead. "You aren't hurt, right?"

She shakes her head before pointing to the cloth around her muzzle. He blinks in surprised before carefully cutting it off. With a soft hum of a spell, the cuts and bruises on her were gone too.

"What happened to the other bad guys?" Tama asks softly.

Arthur doesn't look down at the blood mixing with the mud. "They're all taken care of. Do you know why they took you?"

"They said something about getting paid.." She remarks softly.

He nods. "Sleep. We'll be back at the castle soon."

The kit nods and rests her head on his chest, closing her eyes. He watches her closing, before the Flamepoint cat turns his head.

His ears lower a bit, seeing Dolion standing over the one body and the few others he had cut down when the first dropped Tama. The brown and white Ragamuffin cat's grip on his sword was trembling.

"They knew your old name." Arthur spoke softly.

"Someone back in Devos employed them." Dolion finishes his thought, turning his head.

Silence hangs for a moment before Dolion kneels down, plucking an emble off of one of the kidnappers. He frowns.

"What.. is this?"

Arthur approaches and his ears pin back.

The emblem seemed to be golden, but it was far too yellow and orange. Carved into it was something clearly.. not a cat. It’s muzzle was too long, and it maw was wide open. It was standing on four legs, fur bristled.

".. terrifying." Arthur whispers, tail bristling.

Dolion pockets it before sheathing the sword he held. "Lets get going. Valiant's going to what to know what happened."

"Do you think she'll be upset?" Arthur frowns as the two begins to walk. "That we just killed them?"

"No." Dolion answers matter of factly. "You know she won't."

He nods softly, and his tail gently wraps around Dolion's. He smiles as his partner's does the same.

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He kneeled before the queen, wrists bound behind his back. Commander Valiant held the tip of her sword to his neck, but her face was conflicted. Arthur stood by the queen's throne as Queen Melody looked down with a slight frown.

"You were desprate." The queen of Luminos finally spoke. "You wouldn't have taken King Umbra's bounty if you weren't."

It was silent before he spoke. ".. You're right. We're all desprate." He laughed coarsely. "I thought that, 'hey, here's a chance to get out of this hellhole'."

He hung his head more. "And, even if I fail, I'll die. I won't have to stay there anymore."

Valiant's eyes had softened the smallest bit. "Who did you work for?" The commander still demanded.

".. the group has no name." He admitted. "But, sometimes, we go by the Teeth in the Dark. It's what the Cats in Devos call us."

".. what is your name?"

"Cozbi."

Queen Melody frowned. "If Arthur hadn't stopped you from putting that poison in my tea, would you have still done it?" An unknown emotion crossed her eyes. "Or.. would you have drank it yourself?"

The silence hung in the air. His answer was apparent.

"Valiant, step away from him."

The commander nodded, and she took those steps back. The heels of the queen clacked as she descended the stairs. Soon, she kneeled in front of her would-be murderer.

Gently, she cupped his face to make him look at her. Gently, she brushed a finger over his fur.

"Be one of my retainers," she offered, "and I will offer you protection from Umbra. This incident will never be spoken of. I'll make it seem like you disappeared." Queen Melody smiled gently. "You'll be safe here."

His throat had felt so dry, that day.

And yet the tears had fallen when he said yes.

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Cozbi. "A liar, sliding away."

Dolion. “to deceive,” “to lure craftily,” “to use deceit” or “to lie.”

To outsiders, the name seemed almost identical. But not to Dolion. This new name was not only his way to atone, but to till do what he did best. Lie, to keep himself safe. But now, it extended to those he cared about.

Entering the palace, he merely smiles as Nimbus and Ambrosia rush up, with the Songbird taking the now sleeping kit from Arthur's arms.

"They're getting bold." Queen Melody remarks as she approaches. From behind, the familiar sound of metal clanking as Commander Valiant approaches is also heard. "This is the first time they did a kidnapping."

"That, and someone from Devos did it." Dolion narrows his eyes.

"Devos?" Nimbus's fur bristles. "How do you know?"

"Their accents, and.. this." He takes the emblem out of his pocket. From the way it was made, it was clearly from Devos. There craftsmanship was undeniable.

But the animal..

"That's some sort of canine." Nimbus frowns.

"Canine? Like those strange animals SMG8 sometimes has?" Valiant tilts her head

The Avatar nods. "Sort of, yeah. But it's really hard to tell what this one is.."

"Regardless, I'll bring this up with King Damien next time I see him." Melody sighs. "I thought the cats of Devos were happy under his rule! By Bliss, I'm going to get gray furs at this rate.."

Dolion frowns as he looks at the emblem.

He didn't know why.. but he had a sinking feeling that this wouldn't be the last time they'd see this symbol.

[faeriesaint]

tag drop #3: in character.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ✧ 𝒊𝒄 : palsms flow from her tongue.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ✧  𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 :  inbox games. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ✧  𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 :  dash games. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ✧  𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 :  dash commentary. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ✧  𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒙 :  love letter.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒊.  𝒂𝒓𝒄  ✧  𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒚 : she commands the gales to dance and they obey across the celestial space. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒊𝒊.  𝒂𝒓𝒄  ✧  𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂 :  her whispers stir clouds into fleeting shapes and they bow to her sacred might. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒊𝒊𝒊.  𝒂𝒓𝒄  ✧  𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 :  a voice soft as radiant canticle she calls the breeze from the zenith of day. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒊𝒗.  𝒂𝒓𝒄  ✧  𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒂 :  winds part the living's ale and cradle the tempest steadying its rage.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒗.  𝒂𝒓𝒄  ✧  𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 :  seasons quiver as she weaves forth maelstroms and tranquility in equal turn.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒗𝒊.  𝒂𝒓𝒄  ✧  𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒖𝒔 :  zephyr yields sculpting the earth to her desire in silent reverence.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𐦍 𝒊.  𝒂𝒖  ✧  ??? : ???. 

[soulslayer2020]

Pokémon Legends Roadmap

Esther:

After falling from the sky with no memories and a strange device giving her the goal of 'seeking out all Pokémon', Esther Dea finds herself in the land of Hisui: a land of an adjusting people, bickering clans, ancient ruins, and powerful Pokémon. With her partner Pokémon at her side, will she complete her mission and fill the Pokédex? Will she uncover the truth behind her missing memories as well as the mystery surrounding the strange rift atop the mountain? And most importantly…will she be able to figure out who to trust in this strange new world?

Venus:

Create a better world for all. That has been Venus Somnium's goal since joining Team Galactic. After being promoted to Commander (with a little help from her big sister, Rhea), Venus has found herself plagued with strange dreams and has begun having doubts about Team Galactic's goals. What are the purpose of these strange dreams, and do they have something to do with the strange pendant she received as a child...?

Zephyr:

Zephyr Beaufort is an archaeologist and mythologist with a love of ancient legends and stories. Her current obsession: the origins of what she calls the 'Avatar Phenomenon': humans said to be blessed by Legendary Pokémon. But while following a lead relating to the Legendary Pokémon of Hoenn - Groudon and Kyogre - Zephyr has found herself caught up in a clash between Team Aqua and Team Magma; two teams to strive to use the power of the Legendary Pokémon for their own goals. But there is more than meets the eye when it comes to these two teams. What are the secrets behind the great beasts of land and sea?

Nori:

The newest member of the Ultra Recon Squad, Nori has been chosen to travel to the Alola region alongside her teammates Dulse and Zossie in an attempt to find a method of defeating Necrozma for good and restoring light to their world. However, life in Alola seems more complicated than she thought. And with the Aether Foundation acting a little shifty in her eyes, can Nori overcome her timidness and find her voice. Also what's with the oddly laid-back Team Skull girl who seems to know more than she lets on...?

Umbra:

Cheeky, sarcastic and haughty on the outside but caring, friendly and loyal on the inside, Umbra Caelo is the newest addition to the Team GO Rocket leaders. A talented inventor with a head full of old stories, Umbra is fascinated by Shadow Pokémon and seeks to improve them by creating 'naturally-occurring Shadow Pokémon'...whatever that means. But with Umbra constantly butting heads with the equally prideful and stubborn Arlo, and Umbra's secretive nature not helping the matter, will they get anywhere with this plan? And what exactly is Umbra hiding in that family shrine of hers...?

Cordelia:

Being a retainer isn't easy. Being the retainer and right-hand woman of Prince Lear is even harder. Cordelia, however, is a kind soul who has known Lear since childhood and only wants one thing: to see Lear happy again. While she may not be a skilled battler - especially with her Diancie being even shyer than she is - she still tries her best to help where she can. Though when you're a shy and timid girl and your job is to reign in a stubborn and arrogant prince, it's not exactly a walk in the park. Especially when his Pokémon is a mischievous djinn that loves to play pranks every chance he gets...

[pomidaea]

Part 3 of my ghoul designs featuring the air girlies (and Zephyr as a bonus). I've officially made it through the halfway point and now have 4 ghouls left to design for the impera era woo

Previous designs here: Part 1 | Part 2

As usual, headcanons under the cut:

Air Ghouls

I'm taking inspiration from Dante's Inferno because I remember there were harpies in one of the circles of hell. Hence, the bird design.

They're often seen accompanying earth ghouls. In Inferno, harpies feed upon the leaves of souls who turned into trees. Based on this, air ghouls stick around earth ghouls because they care for the plants they use for food and shelter. Air ghouls in return warn earth ghouls of any danger and lead them to resources they could both benefit from. (This doesn't really apply on topside but the ghoulettes still like to hang out with Mountain)

Besides birds, I also wanted to add a butterfly/moth motif to give the characters a more inhuman look. Air ghouls have false eyes to confuse and intimidate other ghouls in the pits

These ghouls, especially those with long hair, have their hair braided by other air ghouls as a social custom (also so hair doesn't get in the way while flying)

Females have dull colors while males are colorful

Cirrus

Sharp features, long wispy hair similar to cirrus clouds

Often has her hair braided by Cumulus when they're on duty

A fast flier and very energetic with her movements

The 2nd in command of her pack

Cumulus

Like the cloud she's named after, she has more softer features than the other ghouls. Don't let that fool you because she's just as aggressive as the others.

A silent flier and not as fast as cirrus

Tends to stare at people with her large round eyes. She likes making people feel uncomfortable with her stares.

[harmonysanreads]

hi harmy its me :3c ur son

anyways yeah,,, im back with brainrot,,,

and more about ouppy phainon!!! something about mighty warriors melting when you call them good boy scratches my brain in such a way YOU HAVE NO IDEAAA i will never forgive you for enabling this thought process btw this is all your fault /silly

AND AND AND,,, kitty anaxa,,,,, smirks i need to pet him vigorously until he gets annoyed and tries to bite my hand YOU GET ME,,, but it never works bc i will simply coo and pet him harder and call him even more obnoxious nicknames until he is forced to give up and accept my pets

petpetpetpetpetpetpetpet forever and ever and ever

You'll not deny, you've scarcely pondered the true weight of your position, your power.

At unpredictable intervals, between the pauses of your fingers weaving through his hair, in the shade away from the light of his gaze — it crosses your mind, briefly. That the hands that cling to the ends of your garbs are of no ordinary man's, the voice that prays your name is not one that'll be ignored in a crowd.

That despite how much he places himself beneath the shadow of reverence, the light of devotion in Phainon's eyes will remain ever incendiary.

“Tired?” you guess, cautious. He responds by burrowing deeper in your lap, his knees stop just before your ankles.

Your eyes settle on the tufts of ivory hair, they shy away as soon as your grip softens. It would not seem so to an eye that hasn't observed, but there is always a reason behind this particular behavior of his. Sensing his unwillingness to speak, you see fit to use your last option.

“Who's a good boy?” a zephyr carries to his ear, the sun peeks from behind translucent clouds.

“Me?” you can feel his nails dig into the hem of your chiton, his breaths at a halt — it'll gladly remain so until you command.

Your eyes search for a trace of your answer among the torches that light his abode, unsatisfied, “Where is my good boy?”

His clothes rustle as he straightens his back, before leaning fully towards your lap, “Here.” his admission is firmer than last time.

His eyes close in relief as you reward him by patting his head, much pleased at this development. You don't allow the sigh of solace to escape from the confines of your throat, indulging this interlude from the sun's attention.

Your eyes follow the journey of your fingers ; dodging the corner of his eyes, brushing past his cheeks, dipping towards the arch of his neck. Phainon cannot resist joining your observation, as your finger traces the gold of the choker wrapped around his neck, the tip of your nail teases the skin — before you withdraw altogether.

You laugh at your own trickery, not courageous enough to look back at Phainon's face.

Your indulgence is stopped short as you feel a familiar grip around your wrists, clasping wholly onto your palms and settling them back on Phainon's face.

Unlike before, there is strength in that grip — not enough to hurt, just enough to serve as a reminder of how worse it can get. You find your throat parched when you swallow, there's a veiled warning in those eyes of his.

Do you dare still, to wield this dangerous weapon?

“You really remind me of a cat, did you know?” you probe at the brooding scholar.

Anaxa takes a moment to digest the new piece of information, he's heard several unflattering monikers throughout his life. This one, even his brilliant mind nearly toppled over trying to decipher.

“That is quite insulting,” he mutters, glancing at you pointedly.

“How so?” you but lean over the tree, light dancing across your pupils.

“You're comparing a scholar and no ordinary scholar at that, to a mere feline. Is this you indirectly calling me lazy, or pointing out that my wisdom is insignificant compared to the intelligence of a c—”

“I love cats.” you stress, unflinching before his scorn.

The pupil of his visible eye darts across your smile, apparitions of neurons firing in his brain could almost be seen reflected on it. He parts his lips to speak, but closes them instantly, an absence of what he deems are the correct words being indicated.

You bite your lip to stifle the laughter bubbling in your chest.

With great effort he finally says, “So... what?” though his gaze is averted.

“So, I'm implying that,” your steps shrink the distance between you two.

“I adore you enough to compare you to cats.” Anaxa holds his arm out in defense, unfortunately for him, your proximity is close enough to reveal the blood that rushes to his cheeks.

“Nonsense—”

Taking advantage of his stupefaction, you hold two tufts of his hair and hold them in the shape of cat ears. Your giggle brings the scholar back to Amphoreus, he weakly attempts to swat you off but you take the opportunity to deliver a pinch to his cheeks.

A ‘hey!’ heavy with disbelief escapes him, his palm rises to cradle the teased skin. Rouge stains his cheeks.

“Okay okay, I'll stop.” you raise your arms in surrender. There are always unsaid limitation to a person's patience. You may indulge in testing where they cease, but even you know not to cross certain territories.

You spin on your heels to depart but a new interference introduces itself.

You don't recall Anaxa's grip being this strong, the thought passes as you feel his fingers dig into the curve of your waist. His chin settles on the dip of your shoulder, his breath warming the skin.

Perhaps, you shouldn't have teased him.

[woniwontons]

ZEPHYR | joaquin torres x reader | PART ONE

warnings: mostly angst, gun shot wound, revenge, hearing dark/obsessive voices, this part is mostly to set up the story & most of the juicy bits will be in part two

summary: joaquin never wanted you to get hurt. after failing to protect you from a terrorist targeting him & sam, his behavior grows desperately possessive and controlling to prevent it from ever happening again. but as your relationship suffers and his nightmares increase, he starts to risk losing you instead.

part one approx 1.1K words

PART ONE | PART TWO

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You were never supposed to get hurt.

That was the one condition he set for himself that had been non-negotiable. He could handle the risks, the danger, and the missions that came with being apart of Captain America’s team, but you? You were never supposed to be involved, it was all to stay far away from his life with you.

And yet, he failed.

The memory claws within the caverns his mind, seeing that photo of you in your favorite coffee shop. Taken from afar moments before two bullet ripped through the muscles of your arm. Moments before his heart had nearly stopped, his phone screen displaying your image with a discrete message from that unknown number.

unknown: perhaps we’ll call it even.

He must have watched the CCTV footage over a thousand times. Calculating the trajectory of the bullet, the seconds between the message and the gunshot. The spilled coffee soaking your hair in a dark mixture of espresso and blood. A security camera outside spotting the glare of a sniper rifle in the distance.

By the time he got to you, the ambulance was already mid-route to the hospital. Without updates from your doctors for hours as they worked on your injury.

All he could see was the image burned into his mind of you: being rushed out of the ambulance bay, pale and incapacitated.

Covered in blood.

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Two days later, in the bright light of your hospital room, he sat with his hands clasped between his knees. You were asleep in your bed, your arm freshly bandaged, your breathing steady. He should be next to you, holding your hand and reassuring himself that everything would be okay.

But guilt racked him deeply.

That photo could’ve been the last image of you alive that he had ever seen. They had known where you were. They had been watching him, and he led them directly home to you. And he hadn’t been able to stop them.

His fists clenched. His body shook with uncontrollable rage and disappointment with himself.

Sam had attempted to talk him down earlier. Had told him to let the military handle it, that they’d find out which one of their enemies was behind the hit. But Joaquin wasn’t interested in waiting or following the proper channels to bring justice to whoever did this to you.

They wouldn’t do what needs to be done.

He stands abruptly, barely aware of his own movements, his pulse hammering in his skull. His suit is still in the car. His comms are still on the counter. He could be out that door in minutes, tracking them down, making sure no one ever lays a hand on you again—

“Joaquin?”

Fuck.

Your voice is soft, cracked with exhaustion, but it stops him in his tracks.

He turns quickly, his breath skipping full inhalations as he takes your eyes in. You’re leaning against your upright pillow, one arm clutches the bars of the hospital bed while the other lays motionless in stiffly wrapped gauze. There’s concern in your eyes for him.

Something was wrong, you could feel it.

“Where were you going?”

His jaw locks. “I need to go start fixing this —.”

“No.”

It’s quiet, and weak. But it’s not a plea or a request. A command.

Your gaze doesn’t waver as you move the blanket off your body, exposing your hospital gown underneath as you start to move closer to the edge of your bed. “You aren’t going to fix this by hunting them down for revenge.”

“They nearly killed you, cariño.” His voice is hoarse, shaking with the weight of everything he hasn’t told you yet. His hands tried lightly guiding you back to laying down.

They could have taken you from me. It would have been my fault, my mistake, my failure to protect you…

You reach over with your good arm, resisting the light force, and curling your fingers around his palm. “I know.” A shaky breath. “But I need you here, baby. Not a solider, not the vengeance. Just you.”

He exhales sharply, and for a moment he can’t move. The voices in his head battling between his guilt, sadness, and anger. His fingers tighten around yours, his breathing ragged, but his mind is already somewhere else — chasing demons.

You feel it before you see it. The way his body tenses beneath your touch. The way his jaw clenches, muscles flexing like he’s trying to restrain himself from crashing.

My sweet girl, my light, my life, my weakness.

He isn’t calming down. He’s caving in.

“Joaquin,” you whisper, pleading now. “Please stay here with me, you don’t have to do this.”

You look for anything, a crack in his expression. Something that says he’ll listen to you, that he’ll stay instead of seeking out revenge and destroying his own morals.

My responsibility.

But it isn’t there. And his fingers slip from yours, the warmth draining from your hands.

“I can’t sit here.” He shakes his head, looking away as though he might break if he looks into your eyes for too long. “I need to be out there making sure this never happens again.”

You can hear it bleeding into his voice now, the desperation. Guilt. Self-destruction. He isn’t thinking straight.

You try again. “They want you to do this. They want you reckless and vulnerable.”

They wanted you dead.

“I don’t care.”

The sharpness of his tone makes you flinch, and for the first time, Joaquin notices. His expression shifts, something shattered flashing in his eyes, but it’s too late. The damage is done.

He exhales, steps back.

“I’ll be back when this is over,” he says, and it sounds like he isn’t sure of the statement himself.

And then the soldier is gone.

LINK TO PART TWO (coming soon)

comment to be tagged for part two <3

[glitchgh0sty]

Yall- imma have to lock in for like 5 days to become an academic weapon 👏👏

- Brb🥷✨ [Take some Zephyr scribbles as a poor attempt at compensation,, *whEeze*]

POV: The average Cloud experience on our rust bucket of a commandeered ship [ft @fallisl1fe’s lil gremlin <33]

POV Zephyr’s delusional aft: “The grind never stops!! gotta be fit to race after this pesky lil war ends! 👏😤” [-as the war proceeded to not end]

POV: When everyone false starts at the beginning of a race but they don’t disqualify anyone so you’re stuck at the starting line looking like this-

[seattlesellie]

Reader getting a little embarrassed bc Ellie's strap won't fit?

Sorry of that's too much

perfect fit. ♡

screaming crying losing my mind. what a perf excuse to use “ill make it fit”

She’d be on top of you, forehead lightly pressed onto yours. You feel her pouty, somewhat chapped lips ghosting over your own, then lightly and delicately pecking the corner of your mouth. It’s one of your favorite types of kisses, makes you melt into the mattress, heavenly sigh, tremble within her touch. The warmth of her breath caresses your skin, a gentle zephyr of intimacy, of being so close. She looks at you so fucking intently, concentrated, fixated, scarred brows knit together and god, you love that little serious line that forms in between them.

The best way to describe her gaze, the most accurate one, would be to say that she looks at you as if she’s studying, genuinely attempting to take in every little gasp that you let out, eager to decipher every subtle nuance of your existencet, every single blink of your eyelids.

Ellie lowers her hand down from your cheek to the base of her strap on, caressing it upon your soaking, gushing slit. When you moan as a result of its bulbous tip hitting the hood of your clit, then your clit itself, Ellie smirks like an asshole. "I can just keep going like that if you want me to”, she whispers, meaning she knows she could make your pussy cum from just rubbing her cock all over its folds. You shake your head no, because as much as you know that it’s true, you yearn for her inside of you, for that intimacy of getting fucked deep with something she treats as if was her own. Ellie chuckles. “What do you want then, babe?” she coos lowly, continuously hitting that sweet spot above your clit that makes you whine, and her grunt.

You attempt to grab the back of her neck and bring her closer to you, to push her in somehow, but you’re too overwhelmed by everything, your hand ends up falling on the mattress and landing with a small thud. You whine, “Ellie…”, she smirks, moistening her bottom lip and slightly pushing the tip in, so it hangs juuuust a tiny bit away from being inside of your hole. “Inside?” she murmurs, never failing to add that teasing “yeah?” of a raspy coo.

You eagerly nod, she loves it when you do that — so fucking pliant, she stops you mid nod for a kiss that leaves the two of you breathless, tongues dancing a nasty, wet, sinful rhythm within the realm of your hot mouth. She leaves your lips with a loud smack. Your lips are swollen, a pout that kills, how could she ever concentrate on something else in her life?

She’d be absolutely lying if she said she didn’t have daydreams (and nightdreams) of your tight cunt stretched out by her cock, of seeing that pretty clit poking and peaking from the top of your pussy, of watching and taking in the sight of the stretch, the way it’ll slide up and down so easily because of how wet you get.

Unfortunately, Ellie did not take the tightness of yourself in consideration. She picked and packed a nine incher, deep blue and veiny, a bold choice, a goddamn cocky one.

You grab her sleek bicep and dent her skin with your nails, she hisses. You’re actually soaking, a pretty clear pool of heavenly nectar formed on the bedsheet, inside the seam of your ass. Your tiny whimpers are shaky and breathy and ever so desperate, egging Ellie on. “please…” you beg even under no command to do so. “Want it that bad?” teases Ellie, but with how desperate she has become, it sounds more like a plea, begging to please tell her how bad.

“need it inside, ellie, n-need you inside”

"Mhm", she hums softly, eyelids descending languidly, surrendering to the ecstasy of hearing your voice. “M’gonna fuck you” — god, you love it when she tells it like it is.

Pampering your cheeks with desperate, wet little kisses like raindrops, she pushes the tip in further, but… it won’t go inside. It’s blocked, your narrow hole begins to burn, redden, eyesight going out of focus, everything fading into a hazy abstraction. “Babe, it won’t…” she murmurs and attempts to fuck herself inside again. “Fuck, t'wont go in”

Your heart quickens its rhythm, a pulsating drumbeat beneath your chest, as you instinctively shut your eyes and, with a mix of embarrassment and restraint, gently bite down on your lip. You spread your thighs even further, attempting to somehow give her more space for movement, she pushes in again, you wince. “Owh, Ellie… owh”

You don't quite know if you're more embarrassed, or more pissed off. Your hole pulsates and yearns for a taste of her dick, but it hurts, and this feeling bubbles up inside your chest — This actual fear of disappointment, of not being good enough like her previous partners, of being or feeling too fragile, too inexperienced. You can't help but scan your eyes over her face, looking for a sign that will tell you that you're right, that you have disappointed her or worse, but before you manage to find it —

“Ffffuuuhck” she exasperates breathily. She strokes your cheeks with her thumb, a worried expression on her face. Her eyes dart over your form, muscles of her jaw tightly clenched. "Don't wanna hurt you", She murmurs and her voice is so sweet, "Can jus' use my fingers, yeah?"

“No, please" you sob, "I’m— fuck, i’m too tight!” your voice is a whine, an actual tear leaking from the corner of your eye, chin wobbling. Ellie’s so fucking torn because poor you, and she knows it hurts — she doesn’t want to hurt you, ever — but hearing those words fall from your lips… it’s hard not to buck her hips inwards and make you take it, miss “too tight”

“This is so… m'sorry” you actually sob, sniffling and avoiding her loving gaze, and maybe if you’d look — instead of letting your embarrassment wash over you and be a murky presence in your mind, your tears might have faltered. “S’not gonna fit”, your chest heaves. Ellie wipes a tear away — from your cheek, from the corners of your eyes, she considers comforting you, telling you to never apologize for anything, ever again, but she's sensible and rational and knows what do to next, to actually stop your tears from falling.

“babe?”, she huskily murmurs. You hum back, holding onto another choked sob.

“I’ll make it fit”

“Know I will”

[succu-bitchh]

“Well in her somewhat defense we were all taught killing was more important then what we were fighting for … At least that’s what she imparted on us , we have to do the dirty work it’s either killed or be killed which .. hmm i guess if you think about it .. makes us just the same as the demons .. “ she chuckled.

“Only we have halos still “ she grinned . “Well halos and horns if we’re talking about our masks .. it’s wonder none of us have fallen yet “ she mused outloud .

“I wonder then if she’s still fit for heaven.. ah but I’m getting off track ! Yes we should take stock of who we have and who is ready to accept changes , the only thing constant in life is Death but not how it approaches ~”

“To forgive huh.. “ she didn’t have much say about the Lord she didn’t really believe in God one thing her and Lute did have in common .

But she did want to help and that just had to be enough for heaven .

“A new era of forgiveness ? Interesting “ she’d want to see where this would end up. Perhaps death could still be found here!

@succu-bitchh

“So Abel sir what’s on the agenda for today? New uniforms ? Posting opening positions for Male Applicants ?” ( zephyr )

" First I think we need to dig through who we already have. Lute served my father faithfully but she really seemed to care more about killing her enemies then protecting the people. I can't say I like the idea of that hateful nature existing in Heaven, especially when I have a say.

We will need to do a evaluation on the girls. Figure out who the sadists are and offer them a chance to retire early with full benefits and enter a rehabilitation program! Yeeeeah. Got to do some spring cleaning.

We need people willing to fight, but also willing to forgive as our Lord has. "

[timetoprey]

@originemesis said : It's time to rebel, ladies.

Throw the old fuddy duddy in a ditch and let's keep the good times rock and rolling!

Well she can’t ignore an Order from Her beloved Commander, that be insubordination ! And she doesn’t want disciplinary violence tonight .

“Sir yes sir~”

[fallisl1fe]

Guys I have committed an act of fandom treason

I havent shown yall my baby yet! :D

Her name is Cloud Strike and she is a neutral who was previously a decepticon M.T.O.!

just look at her mischievous grin >:3

Backstory and second version of art below!

Cloud Strike never fit in with the other decepticons. Even though she was constructed for war, her eyes always looked towards the skies instead and she excelled at navigation. She's erratic, seemingly unpredictable, and an adrenaline junkie.

She was built and stationed at a remote decepticon base during the middle of the war. There, Cloud spent most of her time causing problems for the other decepticons purely out of boredom, which did not help her already plummeting reputation.

As the war stretched on but progress lulled, Cloud began to doubt the decepticon leaders' wisdom. In a quiet act of rebellion, Cloud stops actively trying to kill autobots on purpose, believing that causing their deaths is a pointless endeavour. When the others found out, they confronted her. An arguement arised that quickly escalated into a fight (hence the scars on her face). She killed one of the decepticons and defected by scraping the decepticon symbol off her wings. She runs away and becomes a wandering neutral.

That is when she meets another wanderer, a defected autobot by the name of Swift Streak (belongs to innome0). In their shared distaste for their respective factions, they commandeer a decepticon transportation shuttle together and leave the war behind, meeting another neutral named Zephyr (belongs to glitchgh0sty) along the way.

After they forcefully become seperated nearing the war's end, Cloud finds herself in detainment in Iacon, still being recognized as a decepticon despite her attempt at staying neutral. She breaks out and creates a false identity, hopping from place to place in the barely functioning cities of cybertron.

One day, she hears about the launching of the Lost Light, and still being on the run from the government, Cloud attends Rodimus' speech and joins the next day. There, she follows the odd adventures of the LL crew and meets Swift Streak again.

Her luck is horrible, her laugh is maniacal, despite not liking the war she will still punch people, is probably Misfire's long lost sister, and I'm genuinely surprised she's survived this long

I have not written her story past boarding the LL but trust that I will! Currently I am also working on a possible secondary design for her MTMTE/LL section. Story is subject to change!

Anyway, she's insane and I love her for it :D

[chow0w]

📌 intro post + blog directory!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ chow // 17 // he/him ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

✎ᝰ. WOF artist - I do redesigns, doodles and other content!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ�� I sell adopts (+ bases soon!) here on my Kofi!

MY DISCORD SERVER: https://discord.gg/AfyVWmftzn

Outside of WoF, I have a ton of other hobbies/interests: Warrior Cats, Pokemon, Monster Hunter Wilds, DnD, Skyrim, South of Midnight, Alien Stage and a ton more!

ᵎ!ᵎ ARTFIGHT: https://artfight.net/~chow0w ᵎ!ᵎ TOYHOUSE: https://toyhou.se/txchowchow discord: .chow0w

The program I use for all of my art is Procreate! Don't be a stranger if you need my brushes/process, or just have any general questions! ₊˚⊹ 𐂯

📌 Post Directory

This directory will help you find any specific character redesigns or posts I've made! I created it because a lot of people have been asking about past redesigns, but since my posts are so long, navigating the blog can be hard. Enjoy!

Everything here is hyperlinked, so just click on what you want!

Redesigns, by tribe:

Peril

Blaze - Sunny - Queen thorn - Six-claws - Qibli

Glory - Kinkajou - Pineapple - Jambu

Anemone/Webs - Turtle - Albatross - Typhoon - Tsunami

Blue

Lady Jewel - Queen Wasp - Cricket

Willow - Sundew

Moonwatcher - Listener - Whiteout

WoF worldly headcanons:

The Drag Queens of Pantala - Punk lives in the Scorpion Den - Regional sea fashion - Nightwings and the 1920s - Skywings and Les Mis - Gothic Icewing Extravaganza

Artistic Resources:

My brushes - Design tutorial - How I run my blog

My winglet:

(Rainwing) Ficus - (Nightwing) Startalon - (Sandwing) Saguaro - (Mudwing) Arrow-Arum - (Seawing) Bigfin - (Skywing) Zephyr - (Icewing) Kori

My current character waitlist:

nightwing: Clearsight, Starflight, Darkstalker, Foeslayer, Deathbringer, Queen Battlewinner, Bigtail

Silkwing: Luna, Dusky, Lappet, Io, Morpho, Swordtail

Hivewing: Bumblebee, Lady Scarab

Mudwing: Clay, Bullfrog, Sora,

Seawing: Orca, Auklet, Squid, Shark, Fathom, Queen Coral, Whirlpool, Indigo, Gill, Commander Tempest

Icewing: Winter, Hitvur, Arctic, Snowfall, Lynx, Whiteout, Hailstorm, Mink, Icicle

Leafwing: Hazel, Cobra Lily, Nettle

Rainwing: Grandeur, Magnificent,

Sandwing: Dune, Burn, Blister, Queen Oasis, Onyx, Vulture, Addax, Viper

Skywing: Sky, Queen Scarlet, Pyrite, Flame, Carnelian, Ruby, Tourmaline

Freedom - Sunstreak

[wrathofrats]

Kinktober day 30: uniform/suits its fucking Easter man

Fool me, Seduce me, I’m yours

Zephyr/ifrit

1k, explicit, warnings for: trans ifrit, using cunt clit and dick for his anatomy,

Zephyr gets ifrit dressed up in a playboy bunny suit.

The satin ears gave a little bounce as ifrit threw his head back when zephyr gave a small nip to the side of his jaw. The headband was held in place by two small clips, zephyr insisting that he keep it on. It was cute, the little red adornment nestled in his dark hair, only adding to the bashfulness he felt in the costume.

“My beautiful boy” zephyr gave a kiss down his neck, trailing his mouth softly to the small swell of his pecs. The muscle was practically spilling out the top, cups squeezing his chest together for zephyr to bite and suck at the small amount of cleavage.

Zephyr felt down the sides of his body. They smoothed their hands over the soft satin and roamed down to cup ifrits cunt, hot and already starting to feel wet through the small bit of flimsy fabric covering him. It truly barely covered anything. Zephyr could see the outline of his clit through it, hard and sensitive and soaking through the outfit.

“Already hard for me, wildfire?” Zephyr pulled the suit aside to get a good look at his hard tdick against the fishnets. He practically glistened in the small amount of light in the room.

“Only for you” ifrit whispered, blushing and bashful.

“Turn over baby, let me see you from behind” zephyr didn’t usually have such a dirty mouth. Usually this kind of filth was reserved for special occasions, when they truly needed to see ifrits brain leak out of his ears. The rest of the time they used soft commands and high praises while they let ifrit fuck them, but in situations like this zephyr needed to treat him like they owned him.

Ifrit rolled to the side, sticking his ass out on the side of the bed with his feet touching the floor. He even acted the part in his little costume, toes delicately touching the hardwood with his back arched as if he were wearing heels.

Zephyr cupped him again, placing a hand in the square of his back to hold him down, just as another act of power, ifrit would stay in place anyways. Their fingers toyed with him, just rubbing him through the fabric while they kept him pressed against the sheets. His chest bulged against the mattress and out of the cups while ifrit shoved his face into the sheets to try and hide how loud he was already becoming.

A hot tongue licked up ifrits cunt through the costume, zephyr using extra saliva to make it as sloppy as possible. They wanted him to feel dirty, sweet whines spilling through his lips while zephyr continued to suck his slick through the fabric instead of giving him anything substantial.

“Gotta give me more- Zeph please you gotta” ifrit whimpered, hands tangled in the sheets as he jutted his hips back into zephyrs mouth. It’s not enough friction, slick and covered up. Zephyr gave his thigh a kiss before pulling the costume aside to lick him through the fishnets.

“Zeph come on” ifrit complains, “fuck me properly please I’ve been good”

“If you’re going to be greedy you’ll get nothing. Can’t I spoil you dragonfly?” Zephyr spit thick right onto his folds. The saliva mixing with his slick to drip off of the fishnets and down his clit that looked pretty and engorged red right between his thighs.

“Need your cock Zeph, you gotta-“

Ifrit gave a shocked whimper as zephyr grabbed the fishnets to rip them apart from his cunt. Ifrit could complain but zephyr preferred this look more if they’re being honest. He already looked ruined, bent over the bed with his wet cunt on full display, framed by ripped fishnets like the whore was simply made to be used.

One hand holding him down, the other under his suit to stroke and play with his dick. Ifrits out of his mind once zephyr finally pushes inside of him. The suit can barely stay in place once zephyr picks up their rhythm. Flimsy thin fabric stretching over his chest and making his pecs spill out of the cups real pretty against the mattress.

“let me see those tits bounce baby” zephyr grunted, grabbing at ifrit to signal for them to roll over once again. Ifrit wrapped his legs around zephyrs waist trying to pull them closer as zephyr placed their hands right on the sides of ifrits torso, fucking into him to watch as his chest continued to come out of the costume and bounce up and down while zephyr watched.

Ifrit is flushed red down his chest. Blushy and shy with little uh-uh-uh’s being forced out of him with every thrust. Hes cute like this, big boy all fucked out and submissive, just like zephyr likes him. His voice is whiny and breathy as he chants small plea’s and praises for zephyr. Truly debauched.

Zephyr leaned over to bite at his exposed chest as they continued to ram into ifrit. Sucking little dark marks and running their teeth over his nipples like they know he loves. His chest has always been sensitive, a weakness that ifrit loved to act like is a secret even if everyone knows it.

They cum deep inside him as ifrit gives a broken sob from the warm feeling in his gut. He can feel zephyr cock twitch as they bite down hard on his pec as they ride out their orgasm. The suit is almost completely ruined, fishnets ripped and cups bent and deformed from where they held ifrits chest perky and on display.

Zephyr almost passes out once they pull out of him. His thighs are shiny and coated with slick, cum dripping out of his hole and off of the fishnets, some sticking to the fabric that should’ve been covering him. Pretty and puffy, red and abused. He looks absolutely ruined.