#feathery wings

[sweet-tragedys-stuff]

Yeah, I have a guitar jaja

[rjavenuru]

Still don't know how I feel about Voltaire wearing white 😅😅 They sure do look good together though.

[prismatikz]

Oh, I’m so sick and tired of…

The taste of tears

The sting of pain

The smell of fear

The sounds of crying

[periodicinspiration]

Wisteria Waterfall

Wisteria Waterfall A solo yellow eastern tiger swallowtail swims upward against the cascading clusters of wisteria. The alluring aroma draws the butterfly onward and is further energized by drops of nectar. A final flicker of its feathery wings releases a dusting of pollen as it breaks free from the weight of the fragrant blooms. Words and images by Michael J. Hall

[arttsuka]

Werewolf Wendy 💢💥💥💯💥💥💣

Also the twins

The lineart that I also colored digitally (mainly to decide on the final colors)

[mycorrhizastar]

The legendary Alicorn only appears during times to strife, and now is her time to shine.

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

what if NMJ just poofs into an owl when qi deviations loom tho

Bonus from a later reblog:

FWUMP

[goannafr]

I always thought I'd go a skydancer for my seagull dragon (that's been on the backburner for literally years at this point shh I'll get around to making them one day lol)... but now I'm thinking Fathom might work as well? I mean it's already got the webbed feet...

[blue-jester]

she was trying to give him chin scratchies but he is tall as fuck

[This means adversary and the tower are unreasonably tall as well]

I heard someone call him the "long" quiet, emphasis on long so it is apart of my worldview now. Owlboy to me

[sweet-tragedys-stuff]

A long, long time ago I fell to this place

From another dimension

And thrust amongst the beasts

And they way they behave borders on dementia

[rjavenuru]

Angelic...

[apollosothertwin]

Apollo and Boreas have the best cuddles because it’s the perfect mix of warm and cold all covered up my Boreas’s wings

[vt-scribbles]

Peregrine wing studies + Vee wing rework exploration!

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Furry charlie makes me so happy arghhhhh. Imagine Vaggie's first time realizing Charlie is covered in fur and thinking it's the cutest thing in the world. Imagine them taking a bath together and Charlie is super embarrassed cause she looks like a wet dog (theyre so silly)

Vaggie: "The weirdly nice demon lady who saved me.... also feels like creation's best most softest plushie???? What??"

Vaggie a few year later: "Ah. It's because of the daily hour-long shampoo and conditioner routine."

Vaggie the good girlfriend: (goes off to help goat demon gf with the routine, which ends up taking longer than ever somehow, bc they keep goofing off and making spikes and swirls on charlie's fur with the shampoo instead)

the hooves make me headcanon that Charlie could also have a little goat beard to go with her fuzz if she wanted

buuut she doesn't seem to like loose hair constantly tickling her neck (re: tying her long hair back during the day) so her morning routine includes a little trim along the chin and jaw and these days ends with asking for a Qualified Girlfriend Inspection (vaggie has a good eye for any stray hairs or asymmetry) (sometimes Charlie honestly is so excited to start the day she misses a spot sometimes she does it on purpose so Vaggie will sit her down and carefully fix it for her) (no charlie has never daydreamed about vaggie giving her a trim with the angelic spear or thought about it scraping carefully and tenderly just over her throat as she watches vaggie focus entirely on her she is being Totally Normal About This She Swears)

often the girlfriend inspections will turn into girlfriend kisses, which isn't a side effect of being furry that Charlie was ever expecting, but she sure is NOT complaining!!!!

[nat-1-whump]

We need to give winged whumpees more love. Consider:

As hurt, we've got...

Sick Whumpee struggles to sleep because their wings make lying down tricky. This makes them extra miserable when they're already sick, tired, and desperately need to sleep but just can't get comfortable.

When Whumpee gets badly injured on the field, it takes the whole team to pin them down so they don't thrash around and make it worse while Caretaker tries to treat them. They've got people holding their legs, arms, and wings, and as much as Whumpee screams and writhes in pain, they don't let go. While they try to pull their wing from their teammate's grip, Whumpee accidentally dislocates it.

Whumper restrains Whumpee and rips their feathers out, one by one... Or all at once, if they are so inclined.

Whumpee gets caught in some kind of trap that covers their wings in gunk, effectively pinning them to the ground as they desperately try to escape from Whumper.

Sick with a horrible fever, Whumpee feels freezing cold no matter how much they're actually burning up. They keep trying to wrap their wings around themself for warmth, but Caretaker keeps stopping them by spreading their wings out. Whumpee groans as they try to pull their wings back. Caretaker whispers an apology, but they still can't let Whumpee risk making their fever worse.

Whumpee gets knocked out in midair, plummeting to the ground completely helpless. Or slamming into every tree branch, rooftop, or clothes line on the way down.

And as comfort, there's...

Caretaker gives Whumpee a warm bath and massages the dried blood out of their feathers. By the time they're done, Whumpee is fast asleep.

Caretaker repositions the pillows and blankets on Whumpee's bed into a sort of nest, trying to help Whumpee get as comfortable as they can. Afterwards, they bundle Whumpee in a blanket, wrapping Whumpee in their own wings first to make the blanket fit around them better and provide some extra warmth.

After Whumpee gets badly injured, Caretaker bandages up their wings, trying to soothe them whenever they cry out from the pain. Unable to fly, Whumpee gets increasingly impatient with themself over the following days. Caretaker notices their frustration and gently encourages them to take it easy and let their wings rest.

Whumpee uses their wings as a blanket for both themself and Caretaker as they snuggle together on the couch.

When Whumpee can barely walk due to their injuries, the weight of their wings only adds to the struggle. Though they encourage Whumpee to stay in bed and rest as much as possible, Caretaker is happy to wrap their arm around Whumpee's waist and help them around the house. Whumpee rests a wing on Caretaker's shoulders as they make their way to the kitchen for some warm food.

Caretaker asks Whumpee to hold still so they can draw their wings in their sketchbook. They say it's so Whumpee can see what their wings look like without trying to bend backwards in a mirror, but there's a silent understanding between the two that it's because they're both craving some time together. Whumpee starts to feel stiff from holding their wings out, but they can't help but smile a bit at the way Caretaker leans closer to watch the light move across their feathers. Though Whumpee had never seen their wings as anything particularly beautiful, they set off a sort of sparkle in Caretaker's eyes.

And maybe some wing-related dialogue, such as...

Whumper grinned, picking up a pair of wire cutters. The tool glinted in the flickering torch light. "Well, you've gone and flown a little too close to the sun, didn't you, Whumpee? Not to worry, though. You'll never fly again, when I'm through with you."

"Oh, why won't you sing for me, my beautiful songbird?" Whumper drawled as they ran a finger along Whumpee's throat. Whumpee only glared back. If it weren't for the muzzle, they would have spat on Whumper's shoes. They squirmed in their restraints, leather straps binding their wings close to their back.

"Oh, you poor thing... What happened to your wings? C'mere, let me look at them..." Caretaker pulled Whumpee into an embrace, grabbing their wings with gentle hands. Their breath hitched as they noticed that, under the tattered feathers, Whumpee's injuries were even worse than they thought.

Caretaker slapped sick Whumpee's cheek, trying to wake them up. "Hey, Whumpee, um. Listen, y-you're fever's getting worse and I just need to know... Whatever you are, do you go to a doctor or a vet?" They weren't exactly prepared for this winged stranger to show up on their doorstep half-dead. While they might have normally found their dilemma a bit comedic, right now it was hard to laugh. Whumpee desperately needed medical help, but they had no idea where to take them.

"Ngh-stop! Let go of my wings, or so help me I'll---" Whumpee's protests turned into a scream as Caretaker poured antiseptic onto a cloth and pressed it against their gaping wound. Whumpee passed out from the pain, falling limp with tears still streaming down their face. As their vision faded, they heard Caretaker's whispered apologies.

"Six months for the feathers to grow back?!" Whumpee's lower lip started to quiver. "B-but... I can't fly..." They took a wing in their hands, running their fingers along the bare, bloody skin where their feathers had been ripped out. Caretaker reached out to put a hand on Whumpee's shoulder, but Whumpee flinched back. A tear rolled down their cheek, stinging them as it landed right on an open cut on their wing. "Nonononono, th-there's gotta be something you can do! Anything! Please... I want my feathers back."

Just... Wings. Yeah.