#Mb winged Au

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Winged Au ramble - by request of @dem0nguy , here ya go man1!1!1

So, the title for the au is pretty self explanatory. Wings wow, bird people. No but uh, Sheriff has wings in this au in a world where hybrids such as himself are seen as valuable and rare. Treated more like a pet and less than an actual person.

Obviously the whole apocalypse happens and yadda yadda all that, the only major difference being Sheriff is having to hide his wings, in fear of being treated like an animal and fear of having someone remove them (because prior to the apocalypse, it unfortunately was common for people involved with the black market to remove someone's hybrid features and sell them.)

The specific type of bird Sheriff has the wings of is kinda up in the air. But I am thinking Magpie because of my personal headcanon of him being Australian and also, if you've ever seen a magpie in Aus (outside of Tas, they're quite lovely there) then you'll know how aggressive those fuckers can get when people get too close to their kids (and in this case, Sheriffs family [that being La résistance])

He does a pretty good job at hiding his wings for the entirety of the show, Vegan only really being the only one to have suspicions of something because she's just naturally perceptive like that. He keeps them pressed up against his back with bandages or whatever wrapped around his torso to keep them there. It's very uncomfortable for him but he "has to do it" (spoiler: no he doesn't)

Yeah no so he does a pretty good job at hiding it up until the mission shopping episodes. I'm a little iffy on the exact details of what goes down but essentially he gets ejected from his helicopter and to avoid Y'know. Dying. He's gotta out himself and fly with his wings.

Shit goes down idk but the rest of the group are supportive of the hybrid half of him and yeah. I mean, if they can handle him being partially mutated, this is a cake walk.

Uhhh, yes Ryan is also a bird man in this. Feel I should mention this.

That's about all I can cook up at 10am on a Friday, hope this suffices for now but my ask box is open 24/7

[googoogojob]

[sophieswundergarten]

Mr. Benedict deserves big owl wings purely so he can puff them up when he's protecting his family

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

I'm editing an old wip that I've already posted and I've decided the best way to know what's new and what's not is color coding

[brainrot-stitch]

THEYRE DONE. TBEYRE DONE.

I HAATTEEE THIS FUCKERR IM NEVER FULLY DRAWING AND COLORING THEM AGAIN. AHDHAHSB I will probably redesign her in due time but I'm sooooo soo eepy also there's a chance there's no school tmrw but it's not certain PRAY FOR ME YALL

(Yapping and wings under the cut)

anyways umm. Lore. Or something. Yeah

Bro is an alicorn experiment 🔥 from zigo's au it's sooo fire u should check it out..

I do not have much lore thought out but what I do have is! Quite silly!! Their magic fluctuates and they don't have very good control over it and it feels super weird for her to use it so she just tends not to use it most of the time. Imagine wild magic from dnd.. that basically.. :3

They have a similar physical structure to like Celestia and Luna. Except like bro is built Different (/neg). His limbs feel too long and lanky and they stumble and trip a lot when walking. They feel too tall and just really confused a lot of the time.

Extremely bad hearing cuz the inner workings of her ears are real fucked up from having wings instead of ears. Like the muscles and way they move and the fact that there probably shouldn't be wings on her head.

Good eyesight with all the eyes but it's really overwhelming with so many angles of sight. Like lots of imput at once yknow. They prefer dimly lit areas and ummm uhh yea silly goose idk. I have so much I wanna yap about but idk how to word things :( he tends to keep all but 1 pair of eyes closed at once, or sometimes just all of them. She does have control of each individual one though it takes a lot of concentration to focus on them all, especially with all the sensory input, so they just keep em closed normally.

They don't know what their og cutie mark was, or if she had one at all, but the eclipse was not it. He's not sure what this new cutie mark is supposed to mean, as full eclipses are yk really rare and they've never seen one

They have a really soft voice that sound pretty ambiguous (idk if that's the word if not pls correct me sob). And it's also kinda choppy with words and has odd pauses in the middle of sentences. When in conversation she prefers to listen to other people talk instead of being the talker. I love them sm..

I'm soooo so scared to post this but I've gotta I need to be free of this curse bro I'm struggling 😭 😭 get out of my head u silly billy smh

Oh also also ignore the swirly eyes on the doodles I forgot to erase the swirls mb

Oh also also also here's the wings (no eyes)

[separatist-apologist]

Hey MB<3 I just keep rereading your fics over and over and they hit everytime (like seriously they itch every scratch in my brain), but just wondering, do u have any elucien fics on your tbr rn, or recent ones that you recommend? I'm mostly looking for canon compliant bc that is crack to me but im not too picky, just looking for recs!

I ANSWERED THE WRONG ASK god kill me right now

You're so sweet. Sorry it took me so long to write this- I wanted to put together a good mix. I hope you like them- these are just one's I've read, there are more on @elucienweekofficials list of multi-chapter fics set in canon, too!

This is long so I put it beneath a cut. I tried to mix on-going fics with completed fics and not recommend the same ones I always do. If anyone finds this list helpful, be better than me and leave a review

I Believe The Word You're Looking For Is Friends by @kingofsummer93

Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra are haunted by ghosts of their past, unable to move forward, unsure where they belong.

Together they come to an agreement. He'll teach her everything he knows about Prythian. He'll take her anywhere she wants to go.

In return, maybe she can just stop slapping him so much.

All You Have Is Your Fire by @clockwork-ashes

'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Elain goes to the Autumn Court demanding an audience with the High Lord to save the mate she can barely stand to be in the same room with. She ends up having to stay much longer than she bargained for.

What If I Told You I'm Back by climbingmountains

Come one, come all, it's happening again…Elain and Azriel have been married for ten years. Koschei is defeated, their family is at peace. And if she feels a hollow ache of something every once in a while, that’s just the price one pays for love and duty.

Until she comes home one day to the news that her husband has a mating bond of his own.

OR: I listened to nothing but The Tortured Poets Department for over a month and had a lot of angst to release.

Mockingbird by @avabrynne

After Lucien reluctantly agrees to meet with Eris, he’s shocked when his brother reveals his biggest secret: he has eight-year-old twin daughters. Unwilling to entrust them to anyone else and with Beron's gaze on him more intense than ever, Eris has Lucien swear to protect the girls and take them with him.

When it becomes clear they can’t stay in the human lands even when glamoured to look human, Lucien turns to the Night Court. While it’s easier to handle outbursts of young magic there, Lucien needs help. Enter Elain, who bonded quickly with the twins after their arrival. On top of everything else, Lucien and Elain start to navigate their bond while also finding out a few more secrets, like who Lucien’s actual father is. It's an Autumn and Day Court family drama Elucien and ErisxOC fic!

ACOWAR (Eluciens edition) by @crazy-ache

One moment. All it takes is one singular moment to change the trajectory of fate. Following the events of Hybern, everything changes when Lucien instinctively grabs his mate—Elain Archeron—and brings her back to the Spring Court with Feyre and Tamlin.

In the midst of war and ruin, Elain and Lucien will have to face the bond that connects them together if they hope to survive the unintended consequences. To do so, they’ll have to prevail through games of deceit, powerful forces of magic, and deadly enemies. And hope their hearts survive the journey.

A retelling of A Court of Wings and Ruin (ACOWAR) and a Canon Divergent AU.

A Court of Ash and Sunlight by aturner1205

“I know you’d rather not get help from me. I know you’ve rejected our mating bond and I’ve accepted that. But I still want to make sure you’re safe.”

Her heart twisted in its cage, filling her whole body with icy tears that would not spill.

Tell him. He deserves to know the truth. Tell him.

And because this time the voice inside was hers, because it was strong and clear and right, she did.

“I haven’t rejected the mating bond with you, Lucien,” she said quietly, her chest pounding so loud she could hardly hear the words. “But I think I damaged it, because—because I’ve never felt it.”

The Scenic Route by @bonecarversbestie

Elain grows discontent with her role in the Night Court as she grapples with grief for her human life and powers that she does not fully understand. One evening she accidentally winnows to Lucien's doorstep and he agrees to take her back to Velaris via the scenic route.

Can I Be Close To You by @temperedink

Elain and Lucien have been feeling out their tentative new relationship for a while, and Elain is getting antsy about the slow pace she's set for them. But maybe it's time to take things to the next level.

Set a few years post-ACOSF.

Oceans Apart (Never) by angryramen

Living in the Day-Court with her mate seemed like a damning at first. But slowly Elain started to enjoy Lucien’s company. They conversed together in the Day-Court gardens and slowly became friends. He even promised to charter a ship to take her to the continent, somewhere she’d always wanted to go. But when the time comes to say goodbye…

The Heirs of Fall and Flame by arosebetweenthorns

Eris Vanserra has always been a complicated male. Born as the first son to a tyrant of a High Lord, he was raised on cruelty, learning never to reveal weaknesses. But as Eris' allegiances to his father's court are questioned, his loyalties forming with those across borders, he realises enemies in his own court - especially his father - may be too difficult for him to keep at bay, especially when he inadvertently sets his father's sights onto his youngest brother. Then there's Rhysand's Inner Circle to contend with - one particular shadowsinger that Eris can't seem to avoid... but does he even want to? --- Lucien Vanserra always thought his suffering at the Autumn Court's hands was behind him. But when his father shows a vested interest in him years after banishing him, it's clear he will have to fight to keep the fragile peace he's built himself. All Lucien wants is to be with Elain and begin a life of his own, but when Elain's life is threatened by his father, Lucien learns just how much he has to learn before life can truly begin.

This is a direct continuation of the events of ACOSF. Joint POV of Eris and Lucien.

A Court of Breaking by @aldbooks

A year after the events of A Breaking, Elain feels a tug on the bond and realizes her estranged mate is in danger. Lucien, now returned to the Night Court, wonders if he might have been too hasty in his decision to leave, and if there might still be a chance for him with his mate

Summer Heat by @zenkindoflove

Lucien nodded his head, looking for any cue that he was dismissed. “Got it. Keep everyone in line and try not to make an ass of myself in front of my mate. I’ll see what I can do.”

Summer Court is hosting the Summer Solstice Summit and the Night Court is sending their best emissaries to attend. It will be Elain's first time mingling in another court, and it's a good thing she has an expert guiding her: the mate she's been ignoring for the last two years.

Meanwhile, Eris has been sent to the summit to spy on Summer's developments. What he doesn't anticipate is entangling in a steamy, forbidden romance.

Post-ACOSF, Elucien, Eris x OC, Multi-chapter.

Healer In The Night by @infinitefolklore

Lucien has been away on the continent on a mission. No one has heard from him in over two months. Elain is worried. On a dark and stromy night, he shows up bloody on her doorstep. Elain nurses him back to health.

The Luck Of The Draw by @sad-scarred-sassy

Elain Archeron is determined to end her unwanted mating bond with Lucien Vanserra. She has resigned herself to a loveless life, convinced she will never be able to experience true love without the fabricated weight of an assigned mate.

Her plans take a sharp turn when her mate arrives with a proposition to accompany him on a mission to a foreign court. When no one else believes her capable of succeeding Elain decides to prove to herself and others that she is not as hopeless as everyone else thought.

Only this will mean she will have to face him, and with that all that she has sworn off, battling between not knowing where the mating bond's influence ends and where her true feelings begin.

[dearly-somber]

martini blue | bnd

-> pairing. bnd martini blue!line & f!reader

-> genre. Genfic, university!au

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 2347

-> warnings. drinking (legal-line)

-> a/n. mb!line just so happen to be my bias line harhar what a coinkidink

-> bnd drabbles, oneshots and series m.list!

-> started. May 23rd, 2024 @ 23:10

-> finished. Fri., Jun. 14th, 2024 @ 23:49

-> edited. Sun., Jun. 16th, 2024 @ 23:18

-> divider credit. @peachesboard

“You coming to MJ’s party this weekend?”

“Huh?” you look at Lo through the mirror, holding your eyeliner away from the new kind of wing you’ve been meticulously drawing onto your eyes for the last ten minutes.

“MJ’s house party this weekend. You coming?”

“MJ as in Myung Jaehyun?”

“Yeah.” Lo finally looks up from her phone, cuddled up and comfy in the duvet with her childhood Pooh-bear plushy tucked into her side.

“I didn’t even know there was a party happening this weekend…” you mutter, mouth falling open as you continue applying your eyeliner. “How’d you hear about it?”

“Was invited.”

Your eyebrows raise, pausing to look at her through the mirror.

“Don’t look so surprised, asshole.”

You snort. “Well I’m sorry I’m surprised you were invited to a party hosted by one of the most popular guys in our school.”

“Why’s it so shocking? Huh?” She crosses her arms over her chest, her eyes wide and crazy-looking. “Don’t believe a popular guy would wanna invite me to his party?”

You laugh again, finally setting the makeup aside to turn around and look at her proper, a smile on your face. “It’s not that. We’re just not really in with that crowd, you know? And we don’t usually go to parties at all, so I’m surprised you’re even on his radar.”

“We share a class together…” she grumbles, scooting closer to the edge of the bed.

“How’s it look?” you ask her, seductively fluttering your lashes.

“Like shit,” she fires back.

You gasp dramatically and smack at her as she cackles like a witch, the two of you descending into a fit of giggles.

“Bitch,” you huff, although you’re shaking your head with a fond smile.

“No, it looks good, it looks good. You should wear that to the party this weekend.”

“Uhm,” you laugh, grabbing a wipe. “I never said I was going?”

“We’re a package deal, baby.”

“So?”

“So? We were invited, we need to go!”

You shake your head fondly, not bothering to argue. “Fine,” you sigh. “It’s been forever since I went to a party, though.”

“You’ll be fine,” she waves off, shuffling back up the bed and under the covers.

“What if I forgot how to dance?”

Lo laughs. “Yeah, right. You’ve been dancing since before you could walk. Besides” —she flips her hair over her shoulder with a large grin— “you’ll have me.”

You giggle, climbing into bed next to her. “How could I forget? Lola Marsh, the best dancer to grace the earth.”

“Damn right,” she huffs, all the while attempting to hide her growing smile. Lo sighs very loud when you snuggle into her side, tsking disappointedly. “Tired already?”

“N-oh,” you yawn, nuzzling your nose into her forearm like a cat. “I’m preparing myself for the hours and hours of hardcore partying—“

She groans loudly as she reaches over you to pull the duvet over your head, completely ignoring your delighted giggles in favor of scrolling through her X Twitter feed.

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“How many people did he invite?” you gasp, staring open-mouthed at Myung Jaehyun’s front lawn.

There are people everywhere. On the porch, on the front lawn. There’s even a whole mass of people visible through the living room windows!

You’re surprised no one’s called the cops yet.

“No idea,” Lola says as she grabs your hand and pulls you down the walkway and up the front steps, squeezing your intertwined fingers tight as the two of you maneuver your way through the large crowd dancing in the living room.

You let Lo drag you around despite not knowing where the fuck she’s taking you or how she apparently knows where she’s going—until you arrive at the kitchen where people are actively getting sloshed with homemade drinks, and you realize.

Obviously, there’s going to be drinking.

You lean patiently against the kitchen island as Lola wanders around the room grabbing cups and alcohol to expertly mix you drinks, her brows furrowed with concentration.

“Lola!”

You look over your shoulder, eyes widening when you spot the man-of-the-house jogging up to you in a dark grey hoodie and cargo pants, his smile large and friendly.

“I’m happy you guys made it!” Jaehyun shouts over the music, leaning over the island so Lola (who hasn’t stopped mixing your drinks other than to acknowledge Jaehyun’s presence) can hear him. “I was starting to think you guys bailed!”

“Oh yeah?” Lola shouts with a smile, carefully closing the bottle of vodka she pulled out of god knows where, sliding you a blue martini. “What made you think that?” she asks.

Jaehyun shrugs with a coy smile, only taking a step back so Lola can fit herself into your side. “You guys are like an hour late!”

Your eyes widen. “Really?”

“Yeah!” he laughs, nodding his head somewhere behind him and walking while looking at you, a clear indication for you to follow him. “We started at, like, four!”

“I thought it started later!” Lola yells, holding your hand as you follow after Jaehyun to a room at the back of the house.

You have no idea which descriptor to use other than “den”: the curtains are dark and pulled shut, the walls painted an ugly off-white which starkly contrasts to the burgundy carpeted floor. In the center of the room is a large two seater couch which looks about a century old, and off to the side is a large dresser with a medium-sized Volcano speaker softly playing music.

“You can close the door behind you,” Jaehyun instructs cheerfully, not wasting a second before joining his two friends on the couch (who you’ve only now noticed).

Lola looks at you with eyebrows raised with intrigue, leaving you to close the door so she can find you seats.

“So, what’s the room for?” Lola asks from where she’s sitting on the floor opposite the couch, patting the spot next to her for you to sit.

“My parents used to smoke in here,” Jaehyun explains, grabbing a can of beer off the small coffee table jammed into the corner of the couch and the adjacent wall, taking a sip before he continues. “They don’t anymore, so it’s kind of just turned into a hangout space.”

“Why hang in here when you’re throwing a party outside?” you ask, taking a leisurely sip of your drink.

The guy sitting in the middle of the couch (whose name you can’t remember) laughs softly, his smile so wide it crinkles his eyes into cute little half-moons. “Fuck knows,” he says. “Jaehyun’s always throwing parties and then ends up dragging us in here by the end of the night.”

“Yeah,” the boy to his right chimes in, his smile bright and eager. “Jaehyunie hyung’s a huge extrovert, but he always gets super low-energy after a while and needs, like, a break before he can go out and be social again.”

You smile at him, immediately soft. “Are you the maknae?” you wonder aloud.

“어!“ he yells, sitting up in his chair with a shocked expression. “How’d you know?”

The guys burst out laughing and you can’t help but chuckle with them, shaking your head.

“Ah, right! You guys don’t even know each other—“

“Hyung!” the maknae yells loudly, “you didn’t bother introducing us?”

“Shush!”

The man in the middle looks at the two of you pointedly, comically widening his eyes as the two either of side him begin bickering.

“Anyway,” Jaehyun says pointedly, clearing his throat with a short laugh as he gestures to the man sitting next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “This is Lee Sanghyeok. You might know him, Y/N. He’s majoring dance—“

“That’s right!” you gasp, snapping your fingers in recognition. Your smile grows as Sanghyeok’s expression mirrors your own. “I knew I recognized your face!”

Sanghyeok laughs. “Yeah, don’t worry, though! We don’t usually have class together, so.” He trails off with a kind smile, pulling the SnapBack on his head a little lower over his eyes.

“And this is Kim Woonhak,” Jaehyun continues, practically laying on top of Sanghyeok (much to his whined dismay) so he can affectionately squeeze the back of Woonhak’s neck. “He’s a freshman we adopted off the streets—”

“Hyung!” Woonhak whines, earning laughter from his hyungs as they ruffle his hair and smack his legs, reassuring him they’re just kidding.

“Is it just us?” Lo asks curiously, downing the last of her martini and setting the glass somewhere off to the side where she knows it won’t get knocked over.

Jaehyun shakes his head and sets his beer to the side. “Dongmin and his girlfriend Sasha should be getting here soon and Donghyun and Sungho went to the bottle store to get soju ‘cause we ran out, so they’ll probably be back in a bit.”

You nod your head, thankful that you and Lo won’t be the only girls.

“Awesome!” Lola smacks her thighs and stands, the whole room’s eyes on her. “Now who’s got control of this speaker? Lemme play some tunes while we wait for the others.”

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You like Dongmin from the moment he steps through the door with an apologetic smile, black combat boots and a black MCR t-shirt tucked into black ripped jeans. This is your kinda guy! you think.

“You listen to MCR?” you ask him with a big smile, eager to share a musical interest with someone. (Lo is an avid pop girlie, which is fine, but she has a wildly different taste in music to you, which makes for very interesting road trips.)

Dongmin smiles as he ducks his head in greeting, opening his mouth and then making a shocked noise muffled by Sasha’s hand over his mouth.

“Don’t get him started,” she begs you with wide eyes, completely ignoring the way her boyfriend rolls his eyes at her. “He won’t shut up once he starts.”

Lola laughs, leaning into your side with a wide smile. “Y/N’s the same,” she giggles, shaking her head as Sasha laughs along with her, taking a seat on the edge of the single-seater couch where (who you assume is) Sungho is leaning back into the chair with a satisfied sigh.

“We need to keep the two of you far away from each other then,” Sasha teases, a cute little dimple forming in her right cheek.

“Do you go here?” Lola asks her curiously, taking a sip of the cocktail she pulled seemingly out of thin air after coming back from the bathroom earlier.

Sasha hums enthusiastically. “I do, yeah! I’m a fashion major.”

“Wait, really? Me too!”

The girls gasp and you can’t help but smile fondly as you watch Lola do her thing, content to just watch them speak while you make sense of everyone else in the room with you.

“D’you mind if I sit here?” (you think) Donghyun asks, already leaning down to sit on your left with a can of beer in his hand.

“Not at all,” you say with a smile, shifting closer to Lola to make space for him.

“I’m Donghyun,” he says with a small bow of his head, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“Y/N. You too!”

“Are you in Jaehyun hyung’s year?” he asks, his eyes wide and curious-looking, reminding you oddly of the blank stares the fish in your dad’s shop give you whenever you visit.

You nod your head with a small smile and take quick glance in Jaehyun’s direction, keeping your eyes on him as you watch him dramatically throw himself over his friends’ laps, one arm hooked over Sanghyeok’s to keep him semi-upright with his head in the maknae’s lap, grinning up at him as Woonhak laughs brightly.

Sanghyeok meets your eyes across the room and dramatically shakes his head, breaking out into a pretty smile when Jaehyun loudly whines and smacks at his arm in retaliation.

You giggle and turn back to Donghyun with a small smile. “Yeah, we’re in the same year.”

“That’s cool,” he says with a nod, taking a sip of his drink before asking, “can I call you noona?”

You laugh, a little surprised by his boldness but finding that you don’t mind it too much. “Yeah, okay. Sure.”

Donghyun grins, turning to face you properly. “I actually follow you on Instagram,” he admits.

Your eyes widen. “Oh yeah?”

He nods enthusiastically. “Your dad owns Reef2Reef, right? The fish store?”

You nod again, very intrigued. “Yeah… how do you even know that?” you laugh, curiously frowning at him.

Donghyun only shrugs, a tiny smile tugging at his lips.

“Why?” you press. “Did you want to buy something?”

He nods enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling like a little kid. “Please.”

You laugh, rather captivated by his 4D charm—you couldn’t help but fawn over what a weird little dude he seemed to be.

“I want to speak to your dad in person,” Donghyun pouts, leaning back with a little furrow in his brow. “I need to ask him about the different types of fish he has—I haven’t been there before.

“Can you ask him to meet with me?” he pleads, loudly smacking his palms together. “Please, noona?”

“Noona?” Woonhak asks loudly and with wide eyes, like Donghyun just personally offended him and his mother. “Noona? Yah, hyung! How come you’re already calling her noona? You haven’t even known her long!”

“Well, if you wanted to you call her noona you should’ve asked—“

“We only met today!”

“Well then why are you—“

You lean back on your palms with a satisfied smile on your face, briefly turning to look at Lola when she nudges your arm, a grin mirroring yours pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“Didn’t I tell you this would be fun?” she says with a raised brow.

“Yeah… yeah, you did,” you sigh defeatedly, resting your head on her shoulder, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest.

Despite your earlier doubts, you’re happy you came to the party. You have a very strong feeling this is the start of something new; something sweet and with a little kick to it…

Something martini blue.

[authormars]

I'm bored, have any fun Dialuci head canons I can make into a fic (^///^)

Or also just to yap, you do you queen

I meant to ask this un-anonymously mb, ignore the first one 😘😘

I'll answer the anonymous one lmao

I have plenty of Dialuci HCs (just ask my GF lmao) but if you're asking for genuinely cute ones that are SFW here ya go!!

Lucifer, in my headcanon, is on the spectrum (which I can explain later) but he has severe texture issues, especially when it comes to other people's hands touching his. He can't stand when someone's hand touches his, which is why he wears gloves all the time (in addition to it being a germ problem) There are very few people he allows to touch his hands (one of those people being Mammon) and even fewer he will actually seek out for the texture. Diavolo is one of the very few people he actively seeks out to touch his hands. The warmth, the texture, everything.

Lucifer very rarely gets time to relax, which also means time to take care of himself. So, though he showers two times a day, he very rarely preens his wings himself. Diavolo is one of the few people he trusts with his wings

If I think of more (or if you want more angsty headcanons or just any of my au's I'm never going to write) I'll answer the non-anonymous one

This is me, once again, asking for people to ask me things bc I am bored and a people pleaser.

[cinnamonpatty]

Jebediah AU's

(lot of text down there)

"Put me in a room with Jebediah, and he's coming out with 5 more of his versions cause I'm deranged for AUs"

Basically, this is a reason why I drew that x] Hopefully you can see my handwriting There's more AU's, but I didn't draw em yet

Kinda explanation

I posted about Frieren AU and SCP'ish AU already, so I will not repeat myself. Just have links if you interested in my rambling about it.

SCP'ish AU art

Frieren AU art

About Lost Parts AU I'll give some text here, but probably later just do link to full art of it Many text ahead

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Madcom's random shit AU with angels And with Jebnarr

Modern days, but with the fact that angels do exist (and most likely God too, mb it's Maker, I dunno) and periodically appear in the world of people. Because of this, faith is very influential in the world and no one will even ask questions if someone is killed for blasphemy or something like that. Jebediah is one of the ancient angels, and an incredibly powerful one at that, who was imprisoned for thousands of years after (not)accidentally killing several hundred thousand of his fellows. Additionally, all the eyes and wings were cut out, because they are also the receptacles of angels' powers. Parts were simply hidden in the human world, but they were found, and as a result, fake angels began to appear. (Basically, angels didn't care or couldn't do anything about this) Most likely, the transition between dimensions costs a lot of resources. Jebediah escaped or something, but he did get to the human world and began to collect his lost parts. The first one to find was an eye from "angel" who once again organized a wanton massacre of people because of his ego or something, blah blah blah, you get the idea. Among the (almost)survivors was only Hoffy. Jebediah had no personal reason to save a human, but given the time he was locked up, he was very confused about the surrounding technology, so he made the exception and he gave him something like a blessing. In short Jebediah become smt like guardian angel and can't really go far from Isaac(my name for Hoffnar) (I love this trope, goddamt)

Smt like that lol

[streaminn]

Do you think Eldrith Farmer AU Weds has wings? Or shows them off?

I need Weds being fucked and its just W I N G S come out of no where and Enid is like;

E: huh, alright then - you ready to cum for me, baby?

edit: thought this was in the other blog, mb HASDHAHA

wednesday very much has wings! and claws and a whole other bunch of shenanigans

but as for the wings popping out during sex, it can either happen two ways.

Wednesday riding enid and then theres a flurry of feathers bursting from her back when she finishes so you have enid wondering if she came so hard that she's hallucinating or is her wife a literal angel?

or,

Enid gets smacked with it when she took wednesday from behind, which is funnier bc a wing kinda bonked her in the face

but yeahhh, the moment this whole thing is over with and wednesday realized that enid didn't seem so bothered, you'd have her walking around with it. At times, she'll be cuddling enid with her wings too

[spinningbagel]

Hypothetically for the Wings AU,

Could Dronny be a pig with wings?

(my idea for this stems from the fact that the symbol of La Résistance is that lil pig with wings, also it would just be cute lol)

Well I mean, hypothetically sure. I mean we've got people with wings in the Au, what's to say we can't have pigs with wings.

It'd definitely be a fun lil thing in the Au, to add in some much needed comedy and the idea of everyone just accepting the fact Dronny has wings (how I'm imagining them, they are comically small compared to his body but he can still fly with them. Like a bee and how their wings should not be able to carry their fat little bodies off the ground yet so so anyways)

I'm not gonna outright say I'll make this canon to the Au but I'm not saying I won't entertain the idea. Like. It kinda depends on how you wanna view it I guess? You can view the Au and have the idea of Dronny with wings as canon or not. I'm not that uptight as a person, so long as we're having fun I could care less.

So in short, it's canon if you want it to be and it's not canon if you don't want it to be. Honestly just up to personal preference.

[loki-nightfire]

some out of schedule art, dear shadowfam.

i know, i know some of you are waiting for sixfanart, i am certainly going to continue with it.

this sea-tale picture is drawn for art trade with @mb-reed

That is what they said: "i saw your octopus magnus au and i really love how you draw him , could you make octopi magnus merman based on the wedding scene in season1 ? [pink hair blue make up <3] it is my favourite combination from the show for his looks <3

can be malec or just him whatever you will have more fun with <3"

what is your opinion?

Let me show you the other part of the trade. I am proud to show some sketches that are meant for me here https://www.tumblr.com/mb-reed/712083587105800192/how-many-sketches-do-you-do-to-plan-for-1-art

That was my actual request:

i saw you did Alec with angel wings (I did this promp too for my friend Myrto). what do you think about drawing Magnus with demon wings for this angel-winged Alec of yours? something with strong emotions, love or hate - your choice. i do like how you did emotional aspect in Alec and Asmodeus picture

do you want winged characters too? go check on their Tumblr!

[sophieswundergarten]

I can't stop thinking about that Wing AU and Sticky plucking his feathers...

(Weird, angsty ramblings that might require some knowledge of bird anatomy to fully understand to follow)

(Basically, when birds grow feathers they start as "blood feathers" which are basically just little sacks of blood and growing cells. After this, they are "pin feathers", and the blood is all inside where it belongs, leaving the feather all rolled up and covered in this papery stuff that rubs off and leaves a fully grown feather. Also, Primaries are the big "pointer finger" feathers at the tip of the wings, Secondaries are the medium sized ones from the "wrist" joint to the "elbow", where they get smaller and are referred to as Tertiaries. That should be it :>)

Because, in real life, it's quite common in pet psittacines (Parrots: so, macaws, cockatoos, budgies, lovebirds, etc.) especially when they are stressed. And it can get out of control really fast and take a long time to train the bird out of even though it's very obviously hurting it.

And I just keep thinking about how young he was when he started being on TV. And for a while the fluffy little baby feathers were cute but an entertainment industry seeking engagement instead of connection demanded he grow up too fast.

And so the make-up/wardrobe department for any competition he was on started pulling some of the downy feathers. There weren't that many left at this point regardless, but they assured him it would make him seem more mature and appeal to a wider audience. And it would be fine, it wouldn't really hurt him, especially since he was growing in big feathers anyway.

So it went. With Sticky being so self-conscious and anxious anyway, he probably kept his wings tucked in tight behind him no matter what people thought about them.

He had never put that much consideration into how he looked, but now he can't stop thinking about it. He doesn't know why it's so important, but apparently it matters to people. He doesn't want it to matter. He doesn't want to be seen or recognised. He just wants to be left alone.

He starts fidgeting with the pin feathers that will one day unfurl into adult primaries, and even though he knows it's counter-intuitive because removing the casings will only free the feathers sooner, he can't help it. A few times he goes too far and starts picking at blood feathers, and even though the red coats his finger tips more often than he'd like, he still can't stop his hands from scratching and pulling and yanking as he grows more and more agitated.

And then he ran away

He ran and he couldn't keep his hands off his wings for more than a few minutes. Tugging and raking his fingers through the feathers in a futile attempt to calm down. The first couple of times, it's an accident.

The first couple of times he's so caught up in soundless panic and all he can hear is his own breathing, it's only later that he notices a small cluster of secondaries, close to his body and almost never seen with how rigidly he holds himself, are missing. Small pieces of the night sky littering the alleyway ground where he'd been hiding.

His wings are so dark in colour, not to mention unkempt after a few weeks hiding and running and flitting from place to place trying to find safety, that the other kids don't even notice anything wrong.

It isn't until a few days later, when they're all in the backyard attempting to practice their Morse Code, and Kate does something that startles him that they really see what kind of a state his wings are in.

Most birds, when scared or on edge, will carefully spread their wings. Maybe not a lot, but they are preparing to fly away or make themselves look bigger in hopes to scare off the threat. (I imagine Milligan having great big owl wings that he puffs up to try and guard the children when the Recruiters come after them in the maze)

But Sticky just draws them in closer to his body. When he is scared, which Constance would note is often, he holds his wings so tightly to his back that they seem half their size. This would be considered odd and in some ways handicapping himself or keeping him from being able to react properly.

But this time, as Kate wobbles unstably out of her cartwheel and lets out a shriek of laughter, landing on the ground right next to him, Sticky jumps. He starts off the bench he had been sitting on, hunching his shoulders and reflexively spreading his wings.

And instead of the fully extended mix of fully grown flight feathers and occasionally wayward piece of down the other kids have, Sticky's wings are a mess. They have a skeletal quality, with just enough plumage that when they are folded in it's hardly noticeable, but when they are extended it's clear there are significant gaps. The remaining feathers have the dull, stunted quality of someone who has been under an incredible amount of stress without nearly enough nutrients to fuel them, and indeed Sticky looks rather like a feral cat in that moment: Spooked and curling in on himself as if expecting a fight.

He quickly realises his overreaction, and then processes that the girls are staring at his wings (Reynie's eye did dart up, but quickly returned to looking at Sticky's face), so he jerks them back into a resting position. Though there's nothing particularly restful about how stiff his posture is, back ramrod straight and muscles so tight he's beginning to shake.

However, this is something that the others know he doesn't want to share yet. And he doesn't need to. Not until he's ready.

So, Kate grabs the flashlight from where it had fallen to the ground, a sheepish grin on her face as she apologises for scaring him.

Reynie suggests they all go inside, take a break and get something to eat before they begin again.

Constance glares at Sticky suspiciously, but right as she opens her mouth she seems to think better of her questions and simply shrugs.

And Sticky is grateful for his friends, grateful that he has these people who love him enough to trust him with his secrets, even though they don't know each other very well yet. So he follows them inside, and if Kate dumps a little bit more food on his plate, and Constance doesn't try to swipe his juice glass this time, and if that night (for the first time) Reynie shyly asks if the two of them could take turns preening each others' wings, when it's just the two of them alone in the room, Sticky thinks he might be able to trust them too.

[milk-crater]

Pairing: adamjf

Word: Jazz

(Can I be more obvious?)

I got you, MB. This fic is a sequel to a previous tumblr fic, found here: https://www.tumblr.com/milk-crater/751091657962913792/sorry-to-keep-asking-request-diva-adam-cole-adam?source=share (but can probably be read on it's own: all you really need to know is that it's a music industry AU). Also, MB, I have a bit of a request for you which is to write the smutty sequel where they fuck :P ***

Adam was already rising out of his seat, ready to accept the award for album of the year as the announcers opened the envelope.

“And the winner for album of the year is Kenny Omega, One-Winged Angel!”

Later on the rest of the band had teased him about it, Roddy and Kyle and Bobby making jokes at his expense at the after party. Around them the glitterati of the music industry flitted about. Some of them stopped to express condolences to Undisputed Era on their loss. Only Adam seemed upset about it.

“How can you all just smile and laugh?” Adam said, exasperated as his bandmates jostled each other. Roddy had grabbed a jar of martini olives from the bar and was trying to toss them into Bobby and Kyle’s mouths. “We lost.”

Roddy paused after tossing an olive. It bounced off Kyle’s forehead.  

“Sure, dude, it’s a bummer,” Roddy said, voice warm with sympathy. “But everyone knew Kenny was winning this year.”

Adam felt as gob smacked as he did during the award ceremony.

“ ‘Everyone?’ Everyone knew, Roddy? Well, I didn’t know.”

Kyle kicked the dropped olive into the crowd and turned to face Adam, rolling his eyes.

“That’s because you’re a deluded nar—” Kyle started to say but Bobby elbowed him in the ribs, cutting him off.

“No, no, Bobby, let him talk,” Adam said, focusing his cold blue eyes on Kyle. “You’re calling me a deluded narcissist? Because I thought we had this in the bag? If that’s all it takes, then fine, Kyle. Guilty as charged. But I wish the three of you had a little more faith in us. Maybe then we would have actually taken home the trophy.”  

Now all three of his bandmates were staring at him with that familiar look of ‘Wow, Adam. We know you can be a dick but still.’

Adam knew it was his cue to back down. To smile and laugh and say something like ‘Whatever, we’ll win the next one.’ But this wasn’t just any night: this was the Grammys.

“You guys are pathetic, you know that?” Adam said. “All this ‘Aw shucks, it’s an honor just to be nominated' BS. I thought you guys were all hungry for the win. But now I think you’re just holding me back.”

That managed to shatter the synchronicity in their expressions: Roddy looked hurt and scared, Kyle angry, Bobby exasperated.

“Adam—” Kyle and Roddy said simultaneously, voices opposite tones. But Bobby cut them off.

“Adam, we’re going up to our suite to party with friends,” Bobby said, suddenly in Dad mode. You could always rely on Bobby to keep everyone on beat--he was the drummer after all. “You can join us as long as you promise to cut out this bullshit.”

“Hey, you can’t ban me from my own hotel room!” Adam protested, but his friends had already turned away, merging with the crowd and leaving the banquet hall.  

“Whatever,” Adam muttered to himself. He hunched his shoulders over and leaned forward over the bar, ordering another drink. He was sipping his cocktail when someone set their Grammy down on the bar top.

Adam looked over to see a young man, early twenties maybe. He had a strong jaw and large, brown eyes. His curly brown hair was shaved on the side and carefully styled on top, made to look good in an effortless kind of way. He wore a white tux and a Burberry scarf.

“Hi,” the man said with a cocky smirk.

“Uh, hi?” Adam said, somewhat ticked. He was kind of hoping to just wallow in his own disappointment alone. But from the way the guy’s eyes were fixed on him, Adam was going to have to make chitchat. “You’re...Maxwell Jacob Friedman. Best New Artist winner.”

Maxwell’s eyes lit up, as if inwardly overjoyed that Adam knew who he was. But the rest of his expression stayed aloof and cocky.

“And you’re Adam Cole, Undisputed Era front man and Grammy loser.”

“Yeah, well, thanks for the reminder.” Adam considered ordering another drink, but didn’t want to stick around talking to this guy. MJF, as he was often called, was this jazz crooner who was known as much for being a giant prick as much as he was famous for his smooth voice. The kid was probably here to gloat about his win, and how Adam was washed up and a has-been already—

“You were robbed, man,” Maxwell said. “Undisputed Era should have taken home best album. Kenny Omega is just coasting by on his rep and legacy. You guys are actually trying to do something new.”

MJF’s words shocked Adam out of his pity-spiral. He looked at the other man in shocked surprise.

“Yes!” The word escaped out of Adam’s mouth. “Yes! Thank you! Finally someone with some taste!”

MJF seemed to preen at Adam’s words.

“I’m a big fan. Have been for years. Back when I was a teen I bought your EP and I was hooked.”

Adam laughed. “I didn’t think you’d like that kind of garage rock.”

“What, because I sing old jazz standards? I like every kind of music. And I’m not just saying that in the bullshit way normies say it. I really like what you’ve done with the Undisputed Era as far as doing the classic rock thing and being rock stars while still being good.”

Now Adam felt like preening. “Well, thanks, Maxwell—”

“Call me Max,” MJF said, douchey smile in place but some yearning buried in his brown eyes.

“Max,” Adam said. He smiled, feeling better than he had all evening. “Thanks, Max. It means a lot to me to hear you say that.”

Max held his gaze for a moment then looked away.

“Hey, so, this party sucks, right?” Max said, gesturing to the ballroom. “What if you and me get out of here? Go somewhere and celebrate my win?”

He held aloft his Grammy. Adam looked at it, his eyebrow raised. Adam wasn’t usually the type to celebrate other people’s wins. But Max, Max was an interesting guy. And it’s not like Adam was in a rush to go grovel at the feet of his bandmates and seek forgiveness.

“All right,” Adam said, stepping closer to Max. “Let’s go celebrate you, bay bay.”

At Adam’s words some of Max’s bravado faltered and he actually looked away, blushing. Adam felt his grin grow, and even felt a bit turned on. Max was cute. Cute and so predictable. For all of the kid’s moxy, for all of his handsome features and beautiful voice, he was just a lonely music nerd. Adam could have fun with him.

Max recovered enough to meet his eyes again. “Great. Let’s go.”   

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

It... it didn't even go up 200 words...

[minusgangtime]

(Random facts about the Sonic.exe Gang-

(This is kinda long, so read it if you can XD)

(TW: Mentions of murder, mutilation and death)

This AU is the cousin shatterspace to the Mario Madness space

The gang was like the actual gang before but they got encountered by Sonic.exe/Xenophanes, also known as the god of blood and torture and "died" in many different ways

Beta was stabbed twice in the chest and stomach and ripped apart lots of times (his fur, ear and tail)

Beta found his hammer right after he came back to life and used it to defend himself

MB got beheaded, had a giant stick pierced through his body and face, one wing skinned off and his left leg and right arm ripped off

For some reason, MB gets extremely hangry ever since he came back to life- Angry and hungry lol

MB uses the same stick that killed him as a walking stick to balance himself when he moves around (and also as a weapon-)

MB can casually take off his head-

Blue was turned into a fallen angel instead of dying, which was caused by witnessing his homies' deaths- Poor pup <:(

Blue found a chaos emerald while wandering around and now he just needs six more-

Blue was a normal angel before he met Sonic.exe but it's unknown how he became one

Pico got dehorned and his eyes are completely stitched up, making him blind in both of them

Pico tries using his other senses to get him place to place, most of the time that makes him fail miserably XD

Girlfriend wasn't really killed like the others due to her immortality as a demon, but her appearence got horribly mutated and cursed

Girlfriend does have a mouth, but it only appears when she's talking (it's just pink realistic teeth-)

Skid got blunt force trauma to the head, making it broken into pieces and since his body is made of ink, it's melting and mutating at the same time (which explains the tentacle coming out of his face ._.)

Pump only had his right eye and both of his arms ripped off, but somehow, he gained some powers after coming back to life with Skid (uhh- thanks, Eyes! ówò 👍)

Skid and Pump eat a lot of candy to comfort themselves)