#fic: how to featherfall

[saiintvalentiine]

HTFF Chapter 1.5

hi. this is like..... a missing scene from how to featherfall. before it became just Wifies POV, I was going to rotate through different POVs but I found it really difficult and unsatisfying to write so I scraped the other POVs.

however! I have what constitutes as most of a chapter from Parrot's POV set immediately after the end of chapter 1. in chapter 3 he mentions that Wifies popped a few totems, and this chapter would have shown the first one :)

Important notes:

This goes without saying, but this won't make sense if you haven't read at least chapter 1 of how to featherfall.

There is a section that's just missing and filled instead with my A/N where I'm screaming. that's part of the experience. it's also unedited. that's also part of the experience.

I really am not that satisfied with the writing in this. Zam and Wemmbu are here and honestly I completely botched them. sorry in advance.

Warnings for gore! It's sprinkled throughout so unlike chapter 2 where you can skip it, here it's unavoidable.

There's a sub-200 word Ken POV set right after this that I just won't post because it's so pathetically short but it exists, so if it feels like this trails off strangely at the end, that's why

anyway, I think that's it. enjoy this little. . . chapter 1.5? divider

Wordcount: 1,712

Wifies has never made a noise like that. Never, ever, ever, not once, not in the hundreds of times he's been stabbed or trapped, the dozens of totems he's popped from shots through the head or axes through his limbs— never. He's so quiet in his pain that Parrot worries sometimes that Wifies will just slip away from him, unheard, and Parrot won't know until it's too late. Now he knows that Wifies slipping away is a horrifying sound. It's like listening to an animal’s death rattle. It's like he's been split open. Like he's been pulled apart.

Wemmbu’s expression cracks, blatant fear and concern breaking through their usual charade. When Parrot leaves him to find Wifies, he’s greeted with Zam's limp arms and blank stare. Whatever just happened, Parrot knows Zam didn't mean it. Zam likes their games just as much as Wifies usually does, just differently, the subterfuge and arguments and drama fueling him. But he likes Wifies— they all like Wifies and his dry humor and his level headed persuasion and his stilted, earnest affections.

Wifies is hanging from a tree, left wing pierced through by three different tree branches. He’s stopped screaming, instead shaking and trying to pry himself off of the branches before going terrifyingly limp just as Parrot reaches him. Zam wordlessly pulls out an axe from his inventory as Parrot wraps his arms around Wifies’s middle and lifts him up to ease the pressure off his back. Zam starts to chop off the branches, and all Parrot can think of is how he's going to get this armor off of Wifies.

Wemmbu appears with a totem in hand, hesitating for a moment before taking one of Wifies's hands and wrapping his fingers around it, tucking the tight cuff of Wifies's sweater on the lower bit so it won't fall out.

“Just in case,” he murmurs to no one.

Parrot appreciates it. Zam cuts through the final branch and all of Wifies's weight lands on Parrot. Zam is holding the very top of Wifies's wing, trying to ease it closer without irritating it.

“We need to cut through this chest plate,” Parrot says. “There's no way we can move his wing to take it off normally.”

Zam offers his axe, and Wemmbu takes it, struggling to find a notch on the metal that'll let him cut through the netherite. Once he does manage to slice away enough to pull the back of it out, though, his face pales.

“That's a whole metal bar,” Wemmbu says in a choked voice. “That's— what the fuck is this?”

This is about an inch of a thick, red iron bar pulled straight out of Wifies's back, the base of his left wing attached to it through what looks like screws and layers of silvery scar tissue. The wing-holes of his sweater let them see that it’s been ripped right out of Wifies’s back, a gaping wound that's pouring out more blood than Parrot can comprehend. 

Parrot holds Wifies closer with his left arm, touching the exposed metal with a shaking finger. It's slick with blood and still warm.

The totem in Wifies's hand pops. They all startle at the noise of it, and Parrot can't stop looking at how the broken skin and muscle starts to pull together, metal shuddering violently as it's pushed and pulled too and fro, like it can't decide if the metal is invasive or belongs. It reseals around the exposed metal, leaving the wing at an awkward angle.

“Nooo,” Wifies moans weakly into Parrot’s ear. “No, no, no. . .”

Zam pulls out a totem from his inventory and hands it over to Wemmbu. Wemmbu shakily repeats the process of getting Wifies to hold onto it, though this time Wifies grips it with a faint sigh.

“Wifies,” Parrot whispers, at a loss for what to do. “What. . . ?”

“What happened?” Wifies slurs. He can't seem to move his weight off of Parrot, though his twitching legs are clearly trying.

“There's metal,” Parrot says dumbly.

Wifies tenses, right wing ruffling and left just jittering inertly.

“No,” he says again and again. “No, no, no, no, no, it's out, it's out isn't it?”

“It’s— there's like, like an inch of metal sticking out of the left side of your back,” Parrot says, stained hand still hovering over it.

“That's too much to put back,” Wifies says. “Gotta, gotta rip it out for the next trial—”

His fever. Wifies still has a fever. Parrot scrambles to pull Wifies’s helmet off and toss it away, pressing his cheek to Wifies's forehead. He's burning, twice as hot as this morning, and his eyes are glassy and unfocused.

“Rip it out?” Zam says faintly. He looks like he's going to be sick.

“Rip it out,” Wifies replies. “Rip it out, means the scapula is too damaged, ‘s no good anymore, trial failed.”

“What is he talking about Parrot,” Wemmbu says. He also looks like he's going to be sick.

“I don't know.”

Wemmbu and Zam are looking to him to salvage this situation, but Parrot feels nauseous and lost. He thought Wifies’s wings were organic, that maybe he couldn't fly because of some kind of muscle issue or psychosomatic symptoms. Not— whatever the fuck is happening now.

“Parrot,” Wifies says, voice slurring. “I have no idea what to do. I've never survived getting them out.”

What the fuck is Parrot supposed to do?

“Someone call Ken,” Parrot blurts out, and Wemmbu whips into action.

“Ken’s gonna kill meeeee,” Wifies mutters. “Told me to take care of it.”

He goes limp again, and Zam checks on the totem.

“Uh,” Ken’s voice is tinny over Wemmbu’s comm speaker. “Can I help you?”

“Wifies’s wing just, uh, exited his body,” Wemmbu says. “It’s— there's a lot of blood.”

Ken curses and something heavy sounding hits wood. There's scrambling, then catastrophic noise that feels appropriate to the inside of Parrot’s brain.

“Just— keep him alive, please,” Ken says, voice strained. “I'll— I can fix it, I think, just keep him alive til I get there.”

Ken hangs up, and then it's the four of them again in the morning light. Ken can fix it. Parrot has to believe in him.

“Let's lay him down inside, head in and get all the stuff off of the living room floor,” Parrot says.

With direction now, Zam speeds off with Wemmbu close behind. Parrot struggles for a minute, but manages to wrangle Wifies up further onto his shoulder without agitating his torn wing. He’s careful as he walks into their house, hand still warm with blood and viscera.

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]

Ken arrives in a flurry of movement, fur and feathers standing on end. He’s already pale, but looking at Wifies turns him sheet white.

“Fuck,” he says, then turns to Wemmbu and Zam and says, “You two need to leave. Sorry. Get out.”

“What?” Wemmbu says.

“Get out, get out, last thing we need is two more cooks in the kitchen,” and Ken flinches at his own words, waving his hand as if to wipe them out of the air. “Listen, just— I need you to leave. Wifies might kill himself if I don't insist.”

“What the fuck,” Parrot mutters, watching as Ken pushes Zam and Wemmbu out of the house and locks the door behind them.

“Wifies trusts you, and I'm gonna have to trust you too,” Ken says as he slams obsidian in front of the door and pulls out a file folder from his inventory.

“Trust me with what?”

“His life.”

It’s such a dramatic thing for Ken to say, so over the top it’s almost comical, but then he’s pinning sheets of paper onto the dark wood of their walls and Parrot’s nausea doubles. It’s charts and diagrams and— fuck, sometimes pictures, surgical and bloodied, and Parrot doesn’t know where to look when everything is violation and gore. Ken collapses across from him on Wifies’s other side, and starts to tear through his sweater with shears.

“Ken, explain something,” Parrot chokes out. “Anything, please.”

“Wifies’s wings are installed, not grown. They're installed poorly. If one of them exits the body, the whole system has to go.”

Ken sounds so. . . unlike himself. The words sound foreign, practiced, like he's heard them somewhere else and is only repeating them.

“Wifies told you that,” Parrot realizes suddenly. “He knew the whole time they were dangerous didn't he?”

“He left me a kit,” Ken says stiffly. “Just in case something happened. Asked me if I would be okay with having to do something like this.”

The sweater and shirt disappear bit by bit, and Parrot sees the network of gnarled scar tissue on Wifies’s back for the first time. His broken (extracted? He isn't sure what to call it) wing is surrounded by puckered skin from the totem pop, but there's a— a track of scars. Two go from the top of his shoulders down to his mid back. Another two connect the ends of those scars. A single wide scar bisects at an equal distance between those. And then, from the top of his spine all the way down to his waist is a single, inelegant cut that looks large enough to pluck out his vertebrae. Three vertical, three horizonal, like some kind of fucked up version of the rule of thirds.

“God,” Parrot says, and then again, “God,” but he helps Ken toss away the scraps of fabric and looks at the wall of papers for guidance.

“I just need to get the wings out,” Ken mutters, clearly trying to convince himself that he can. “Everything else can stay. The wings, and the fastening mechanisms. That's it. Those are two things on each side, so it’s only four things.”

“We can do that,” Parrot says. “Just four things right? We can do that.”

“We can do that,” Ken repeats, and then the shears are swapped out with a thin, sharp scalpel. “We’ll have to do that.”

Parrot reaches over and holds Wifies's damaged wing away from Ken so he has more space to work with.

“We can do this,” Parrot says, putting every ounce of hope and confidence he can muster into his voice.

Ken’s hand flexes over the handle of the blade and he nods.

“We can do this.”

[saiintvalentiine]

CONNIE THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!! THE WITHER ROSES THE BEES....... SO MANY LITTLE DETAILS I CANT WAIT TO ZOOM IN ON EVERY PIXEL 💙💜💙💜

fanart for htff by @saiintvalentiine !!! if you read it you get to feel as close to death as clonefies does 🤗🤗

[wetcatspellcaster]

I love your work so much! Thank you for giving us the DVD commentary. I’m so torn picking a scene from your fics but I landed on this one.

“Astarion made to step towards her. Rosalie made her decision, and raised the poker higher, making him pause. Then, she stretched her left hand out in front of her.

“But I was thinking back to the olden days,” she said, keeping her eyes on him, where he stood warily back, clearly worried she was going to hit him again. “About how I used to just jump off things, and break fucking bones, and all I would do is take the pain. Then I'd turn to Shadowheart, and I'd ask her to heal me.”

Astarion’s brow furrowed, and before he could get it Rosalie gritted her teeth, and pivoted so her free hand rested on the edge of the sideboard. Hey, if I break more of his furniture, it’s an added bonus, she thought - and then she bought the iron poker down on her wrist.

Magical items were often, for all intents and purposes, indestructible.

Wrists. Not so much. Rosalie often swore her bones felt more brittle these days.

“NO!” Astarion cried, as she herself shrieked, and raised the poker, and bought it down again.

Two hits was enough, but she managed three before her vision started to spot and blacken at the edges. The hand was a pulp, the bracelet remained a perfect silver circle. The skin started weeping blood, which was probably not a good call, in the ol’ vampire mansion. Still, needs must. Rosalie could practically feel herself fighting a giggle.

As she raised her hand to examine it, magic came flooding back exactly as she had been hoping. Why did the bracelets come in pairs? It could’ve been Astarion’s weird aesthetic preferences, but then, if it was, she would’ve expected some chains there in the mix as well. She figured there must be a reason both wrists were bound.

The pain roiled through her like nausea, and one of the shackles fell away from the meat of her limp, flattened fingers.

She started to swoon a little, and Astarion was suddenly there, right next to her, his arm around her waist, holding her up before she could black out and fall to the floor.

“Look what you’ve done to yourself,” Astarion said, sounding genuinely horrified. “What does this achieve, darling? You can’t cast spells without both your hands, and it’s not like you can hold the poker and get the other wrist. I’ll need to find you a healer. What if you’ve prevented yourself from ever casting a spell again? You love your magic. Oh, dearest heart, good gods. You act like I’m worse than the devil himself.”

“Don’t need the other wrist,” she panted, imagining a world where she could stick around enough to vomit on his clothes as promised. “The only somatic gesture I need, is this.”

She dropped the poker with a clatter, raised her good hand, gave him the finger.

Then, she shouted the verbal component for Dimension Door, and winked out of existence. Astarion was left grasping on air.”

Hey anon, thank you for being kind and wanting to play the ask game with me!

I am genuinely trying to remember now if in Howl's Moving Castle and subsequent books Sophie ever chased Howl with a fire poker. I'm trying to remember if I truly imagined this or read it in a fanfic or whatnot. Anyway, regardless of whether I invented this scene from HMC or not, book Howl/Sophie was the energy I was bringing to this scene lmao.

My characters took a lot of fall damage in BG3, truly just short resting every time we took a stealth route in Act 1 bc I was not wasting spellslots on Featherfall. Anyway, the entire concept of fall damage but also just healing makes me think adventurers in particular would be way more at peace with grievous bodily harm. Poor Shadowheart.

The antimagic bracelets are a homebrewed magic item from my D&D game! They negate anything that counts as a spell or magical effect. Fun fact: in my D&D game, my players confronted a hot evil wizard man in his office and through a series of checks (including a Nat 1 dex save from him) they just put the bracelets on him. They entirely negated combat and instead plunged themselves into the true struggle of every D&D party: an awkward conversation. With a man shackled by jewelry.

The brittle wrists thing is autobiographical. I already feel like a glass canon bag of twigs so I imagine in my 40s my wrists will be the first thing to go.

That being said, I have no idea if hitting your hand a few times at full whack would actually do anything or have any of the effects I describe, it just sounded cool at the time.

A few comments (that I've yet to reply to) have noted that Astarion's final speech here is very hypocritical, and it absolutely is. He took away her magic, he's suddenly worried she'll never have magic again... But at his end, he knows that the antimagic bracelets are temporary. He only needs to take her magic away until they've sorted out this wee understanding and she's no longer going to use it to fireball him. He wasn't planning on keeping her magic from her forever, just until they finish their conversation... etc. Meanwhile this is a permanent consequence, and that idea horrifies him.

Dimension Door only has a verbal spell component to be cast, and thank god otherwise my plot would've been literally in tatters! I'm so glad 5e made it easy for her to get away

This is also foreshadowing, bc Astarion says that people can't teleport in and out of the house but then Rose succeeds... seems like, mayhaps, she's the exception to the rule ~ x

"You act like I’m worse than the devil himself.” You see, not to stand in Ascended!Astarion's corner for a brief second, but maybe when you now hang out with vampires and devils and go the Hells every once in a while, your relative curve for morality gets thrown off, and while other people are horrified by your behaviour all you can see is how much worse you could be, and how much worse you've seen other monsters act...

DVD commentary ask

[tavyliasin]

BG3 FicFeb SFW - Day 10

Please bear with me darlings (in the Halsin way if you prefer), I'm a little behind from finishing the events and taking a couple of says off for burnout. I'm going to catch up on SFW FicFeb first then move to the NSFW prompts, and hopefully I'll get back on track! Short Fic below the cut! All on AO3 HERE

Day 10. A tearful, hard kiss before battle. Bonus points if it’s a confessional kiss!

“Why do I feel like we might not make it out of there?” Astarion peered down the flesh-like hole at the top of Moonrise Tower, his hand gripping the hilt of his daggers subconsciously. “Are you absolutely certain we have to…” 

“We don’t have a choice. Everything has brought us to this point, we can’t turn our backs on that. Besides, this should hopefully be the end of it, right? Then we can go home, to Baldur’s Gate, tear Cazador into shreds, and live out our days peacefully and tadpole free.” Tav smiled, trying to make herself believe it. 

The vampires eyes met hers, still full of fear but the slight light of hope hanging on to her every word like a prayer. “Gods I hope you’re right…but what if all we find is another trap? What if…what if only one of us comes back ali-” 

She cut him off with a fierce kiss, wrapping her arms around him, holding him so tightly it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. When they broke, breathless, she smoothed the stray hair that threatened to drop into his eyes. “If we stay here, all we face is certain death. I’ve never given much thought to the future beyond surviving one day at a time…but now I think I’d like to find out what’s beyond tomorrow.” She released his hands, taking a step back with a smile. “May we see the dawn together, my love.”  Without another word, Tav let the magic of Featherfall surround her like a blanket, dropping backwards into the hole at the top of the tower. Inwardly she cursed herself, seeing the look on his face, how torn he was, how she was refusing to show how she shared every last one of her own fears reflected in his eyes…but if they were going to survive to see the sun rise, there was no room for fear’s mistakes. 

[tedturneriscrazy]

Here we have Reaching Out, what I'm gonna call the first of the Rebecca Rose Trilogy (if you know, you know):

Oh, so that's how Luz is charging her phone

That reminder's gonna come up again later, isn't it

I totally believe Luz when she says she feels great. Yup. Absolutely.

Oh, so a light, relaxing day

Ah, Luz basically discovered Featherfall

...How often does that happen, King? (Who am I kidding, this is the Boiling Isles)

Something subversive about a house building a door

Lmao Luz stalking Hunter on Penstagram with Eda's scroll

Wait, "RULERZREACHF4N?!" Does he know who wrote that?

He's sending Willow pics of Flapjack wjtjoeowk

Luz, you've lived in this for too long to get away with that

Wonder what that ritual might be...

And here comes Amity with the convenient plot hook

Bonesborough Brawl? Well consider my inexplicable urge for a pro wrestling AU intrigued...

Didn't see or hear

Emperor's Coven tryouts? I thought we were over that...

Way to blow off an attempted moment of connection there, Alador

Uh, nice disguise

And there, Amity straight up saying she doesn't want to join a coven! Maybe now that one section of the fandom will shut up. (Spoiler: they won't)

I could go on about the details in that photo, but the fandom will have already done that many times over by the time this goes up

"You should know I always go for the chaotic route!"

(Good screenshot #1)

Of course Eda knows all about the Brawl

Hmm, voice imitation. Wonder if she learned that one from the twins?

Ah, Luz calling Amity boo

Oh, speaking of the twins

Oh, so their default appearance has been an illusion this whole time. Interesting...

Well now we know what's up with Emira's gem

Boy, Em and Ed are a lot more distinguishable without those concealment stones. Also, I like they both look without them

Oh Luz loves it!

(Good screenshot #2)

Oh hey, Wrath again

Way to rub it in, Eda

"Imprisioning my student/child" Ah, the Mama Eda fans loved that one

Also, we now know where that one screenshot came from

Figures she would have a backup plan

I hate that I mentally followed "You know the rules" with "And so do I." I've been on the internet for far too long

I'm getting some "Blind Bandit" vibes here. I believe Kevin Michael Richardson did a voice in that, too

"The Mighty Mittens" lol

That surfing in on the abomination goo was really cool, though

Luz being supportive gf in the crowd❤

Uh oh, the thoughts return...

There's obviously more to this "ritual"

*sigh* Luz, you are very clearly not okay

Ah, so she is entering

Avoiding discussing the issue until it comes to a head? Couldn't be

Good to know there continues to be blushing aplenty. Ooh, just thought of a joke! Those two must be a neighborhood in a New York borough, because they're blushing queens!

Anyways...

I think it's too late for that, Amity (Get it? Because of Luz's poorly disguised emotional distress?)

Ooh, Em knows healing magic!

Pfffft Batric

(Yes, I do know that that's the bat from Adventures in the Elements)

(Also, first thing that came to mind: "No, this is Batric!")

Ooh, separate twin development. I know of a certain fic author who would appreciate that

Skin badgers? Sounds gross

Third ooh in a short time frame: Edric knows beast keeping magic!

"Nah, too close to Eda" lmfao

Hooray, he gets to help!

Whoops. Oh well, Ed is from a rich family and he has a thriving black market fireworks business, I'm sure he'll be fine

Dang, Batric is very well trained to just hover there

Luz certainly knows how to make a dramatic entrance

Also, Spellraiser 10/10 name

And another promo shot

And of course Amity is loving the way Luz looks here

(Good screenshot #3)

Yes these Good Screenshots are all Lumity related, what of it?

Putting that new glyph to use, I see

A nice reminder that Luz is good at this

Alternaring montage scenes? Guess we got two sporty episodes in a row

Super Saiyan Goat Granny

King still calling Wrath Eda's boyfriend

I did not have Edric and King bonding moment on the bingo card, and I don't imagine many other people did, either, but it's nice

Oh dear, here we go again

This is starting to look more and more like a trauma response...

Well then, that thing is back

That was probably not the best idea...

Yup. Trauma response. Poor thing

This won't end well

Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies...

(Okay, maybe a bit harsh, Luz isn't quite Todd Howard)

Final battle?

Or not

Yikes...

And still with the denial...

Wrath still filling the designated jobber role, I see

"I already have one" Well then

Oh, Mittens is pissed

"Either of you" ooooof

The way that line was delivered hits hard

That serum probably isn't gonna work as intended

So are we finally ready to talk about our feelings, Luz?

Oh, the Grom tree, that seems...purposeful

....oh

This is gonna be heartwrenching, then

(Also we finally find out what happened to Luz's dad)

God, this face. Drives the point home that it is, in fact, a Big Fucking Deal

Jesus Christ the way her legs gave out

I don't think I'll be over that for a good long while

To use an AO3 tag: Amity Is An Awesome Girlfriend

Oh, and just for the sake of evening things out a bit:

(Good screenshot #4)

The smallest change to a formula can have dire consequences. That was a lesson I learned while going to college for my chemistry degree

Hell yeah, Harpy Eda time!

Dick move, Al

Meanwhile Eda eagerly helps Luz. Slick contrast

Ayyy she gave the same look from Grom

"You're welcome" OHHHHHHH CALLBACK ECHO GET REKT

"Were you always able to do that?" I mean, maybe she had the potential?

Boy, Eda let him off easy, all things considered

Oh, Wrath you've fallen far since that first episode

"Not inviting to magickind" In other words, Philip/Belos fully intending to wipe out magic altogether

Niceeeee

(Good screenshot #5)

Hey, nobody said they all had to be Lumity related

Lol Emira

Ah, so Odalia did want Amity to join the EC

Also, Alador is deeply uninformed about the lives of his children

Oh my god he's expressing willingness to do the barest minimum, Dad of the Year! /s

Hug: Denied

Well, now we know how it works when glyphs are a bit off

Wow, Luz looks so exhausted, poor baby

This screenshot says more than I could about this part

And back at the Noceda household to drive the sadness home...

Holy shit, this episode...wow.

I wasn't sure if, when, or how anything was gonna top Knock Knock Knockin' On Hooty's Door, but they went and gone done did it! Just...the cute Lumity moments, the separate development of Edric and Emira, Eda being the schemer and mom she is, the badass action scenes, and the way it shows how someone grapples with grief even years after a loss! Just a few things off the top of my head I could list that made this fantastic! I've seen quite a few people say this was one of the best episodes, if not the best, and I'm inclined to agree.

This show just continues to deliver and amaze.

[barkilphedros-hat]

6, 7, 10, 11 💙

@lapis-lazuliie thank you beautiful!

6: Name three stories you found easy to write.

Oh those are easy!

- Dream of the Apostate

- Little Weaknesses

- Streetlamps

7: Name three stories you found difficult to write.

Probably the fics I started but never got around to finishing, like Pulsers or Featherfall (which is annoying because I know HOW the fics go, I just can’t seem to get the words right) and a fic I started but deleted a few years later because I hated the way I wrote it 😅

10: What’s a theme that keeps coming up in your writing? 

I’m a SUCKER for Forbidden Love/Love In The Face Of Adversity. (It’s not until I looked over my AO3 page that I realised “having to keep your love a secret because of Nefarious Doings” was a bit of a recurring theme 😂)

11: What kind of relationships are you most interested in writing?

I can’t help it, I love writing relationships that are a little fucked up. I would love to do more of the dynamic I wrote in Apostate (which yes I acknowledge was toxic as all hell) where there’s a bit of a power struggle within the relationship. I think I’ll leave the wholesome romance to other people 😂😅

[andylion]

Hello~

Choose your 5 favorite creations (art, fics, edits, etc.) over the past year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world! Tag as many creators as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Bless you @hannahsecretchamber​ for tagging me <3. I uhhh dont know that many people on here because I just kinda lurk but if you see this and want to do it, this is your invite!

1.  Tarot Challenge Seven of Swords

I was pumped about this challenge and I was really happy at how well this turned out. I usually suck at choosing good colors to pull off different vibes so imagine my surprise when I managed to pull off a limited color palette.

2. Featherfall

Ok this was over a year ago but this was like the first time in a lonnngggg time I drew/rendered something so time consuming. Watching Critical Role got me drawing again so that's what I think of when I see this one.

3. The Worst Prefects Ever

Nothing technically good about this. I just love these dumbasses and their energy.

4. Dancing

I liked the sketch I did of this a lot and hey I made a decent background that's not a screenshot! Also I just like to draw people dancing. Also Rowan deserves to be happy.

5. Random shit I’ve sketched

I lack motivation to properly finish/line/color/post these guys but I still love them. Click the link if you want to see...if I worked tumblr right.

[dicebox]

Through Another’s Eyes: Darvin on Alisaie (Fic)

His primary criteria for new coats is many pockets - easy for him to reach, hard for anyone else to see, harder still to pickpocket without being noticed. Currently, they crackle a little when he moves, and it occurs that he needs a notebook. Being organised was probably a good thing. Getting used to books and recording things that weren’t just songs was probably an even better thing. He was going to have to do a lot more of that from now on.

He dug the scraps out of his pocket and spread them out on his new desk, leafing through the random scraps of paper like a fortune teller reading runes:

Tit-nibbler (EVOCATIVE)

Rat-arsed (drunk probably)

Handbag with pretensions (dragon)

There were more, snippets and swear words, a collection of moments plucked out of the air from a variety of sources, but mostly from their bard-barian friend Alisaie. He jotted them down, announcing that he was doing it for his personal use one day.

It was the ‘one day’ that got him thinking: it probably wasn’t done for a bard to borrow another bard’s verbal mannerisms. Besides, his manner lacked the salt of his aasimar friend-and-colleague, and his somewhat cheerful colourful method of self-expression made lines like, “Dude. Already dead. (DRACOLICH AAA)” come out less ‘badass’ and more ‘excitable puppy’. He wasn’t going to emulate Alisaie; he couldn’t make an imitation work without giving up a lot of who and what he was. However much he was changing to suit his new role in life, he wasn’t going to let it go that deep.

He remembered, unbidden, the gouges in her arms and torso, the acid burn on her leg ... the dragon’s claw piercing her chest. He remembered Nora, charging off to do the necessary and dying in the process. Some people went out and didn’t come back. No one knew that better than Darvin.

He didn’t love Alisaie - not like Remi did, and not like he’d loved Nora. But he admired her, respected her, capered around her like the little brother she seemed to enjoy having because he equally enjoyed the feeling of having a big sister. He loved her like family, closer in some respects because now they had the bard things to share. Sure, he’d admired her appearance, but by the time he’d really noticed, Remi’d expressed interest, and while he was a bard, he wasn’t a complete hound. The body and the hair and the face were nice, sure, but Darvin more admired how Alisaie approached the world - the things she said, and most of all the ways she said them.

One day, sooner or later, Alisaie Featherfall was going to die (probably sooner, given the mess he and the rest of them had accidentally pulled her into), and a time might come when Hazel’s magic might not be enough to bring her back. And some things were too good to lose to grief and gravity. He couldn’t entirely capture the glow of her wings, or her ‘you are insufferable and I’m not sure how I got along without this crap’ sideways smile...

But he was damned if he wasn’t going to call someone a ‘cock-goblin’ in her honour someday.

[owlaholic68]

Fallout 2 D&D AU Facts

As I flesh out this AU and realize that I don’t know that much about D&D...

Carla: 

Paladin, Neutral Good, background is a (tribal) folk hero

She wears chain mail armor, but I think it’s more of a sort of lighter outfit, with chainmail on top and maybe leather armor on bottom? I also really like the way plate armor looks, but that is heavy af

Because she’s a Paladin, she needs a deity to serve, and I chose the goddess Chauntea, because she presides over farmers and anyone who works the earth, good for Arroyo. Because of this, I really wanted her to have a scythe as a weapon, but I don’t really know, that doesn’t really fit with her? That’s something I’m still working on.

Speaking of weapons, her main ones are her spear and her unarmed attack, which I’m still trying to find a good gauntlet to give her to boost that. And she has her shield, of course. Because of her Protection fighter stuff, she can keep everyone else in her party safer, so that route was an easy choice for me to make. 

Her spells are limited, and they are mostly detection and boosting spells. She relies on her innate Paladin healing abilities (Lay on Hands) and her own physical attacks for the most part. 

Can sense Good and Evil in people, which is complicated. What’s great is that it is sometimes flipped to how she expects. Ex: Lynette is not Good, but when she meets Lenny, she’s shocked to find that he’s not Evil.

Proficiency: Animal Handling, Athletics, Persuasion, Survival.

Lenny:

I love the Homebrew race called Deathless that I found for him, who kind of look like ghouls. I found it here on a forum. The lowdown is that instead of being motivated by Evil like other Undead, he’s motivated by Good, in his case the desire to help and heal. 

Speaking of, I almost made him a Cleric, but there was something about him being a Bard that seemed kind of right, because he’s not the most competent party member in canon, so I didn’t want him to be this amazing natural healer in this. That being said, he’s not terrible. He does have a -1 in Charisma, which is pretty much the worst case scenario for a Bard. 

Healing: good. 9 times out of 10, he can do that. Even in combat, he doesn’t have too much of a problem. Detection/Divination/Transmutation spells are also pretty good, and useful stuff like Featherfall and Mage Hand. It’s when a spell directly affects someone he’s fighting (like Thunderwave, Charm Person, etc.) that he gets really nervous, and that fails 9 out of 10 times because he’s not confident enough (and because his spell save DC is a goddamn 9). 

His only weapon is a pair of daggers. His instruments are his lyre and his flute, but he also has other musical tools (I mentioned tuning forks in the Feeblemind fic). He can also use his voice to do magic, but with his stuttering, that is much less reliable. 

Is super resistant and resilient against a bunch of stuff, reflecting his very high Endurance. He does have very low Strength, though. 

Proficiency: History, Medicine, Perception, Survival

Wears a very basic trousers-shirt-vest combo in light colors, sometimes a hat. Casts Disguise Self on himself when they go into villages, or generally keeps himself hidden, since most people don’t like Undead. 

A Deathless thing is that he can cast Light, but only on himself, making him glow. That is the funniest (and sort of creepiest) mental image, and it is the weirdest and possibly least useful skill, but it would make him look like a weird zombie angel. 

Goris:

Another Homebrew solution here, of playable dragon characters. I was going to make him have a human form, but there’s something about a dragon pretending to be a dragonborn that was kind of funny to me. He is a Steel Dragon (a Dragon race that doesn’t exist in 5e, but does in other editions), which fit perfectly. 

Uhhh I haven’t actually finished his character sheet yet but he’s a Cleric, Lawful Good. He’s not so much of a healing Cleric (Lenny’s pretty much got that covered) as he is a Cleric who loves to learn (Knowledge Domain). He serves Bahamut, the crowning deity of Good dragons. 

In addition to magic, he also has a breath attack and a crossbow, and I’m thinking some small weapons, maybe a dagger? 

I haven’t figured out his spells yet, but he specializes in Divination, and is really good at figuring people and situations out. Magic is a tool for learning, while he relies on his bodily attacks to protect himself, much like Carla. In his Dragon form, he doesn’t really have to worry, since he can easily kill anything that threatens him, and in his Dragonborn form is easily underestimated. 

Proficiency: Arcana, History, Insight, Investigation

Wears a little pair of glasses that are still there in his dragon form. Is dressed like a scholar, but a nice fancy one. Wears a big ol’ cloak that covers his head, because he is an albino Steel Dragon, and is very sensitive to sunlight. 

Likes tea. Nerdy. Hoards books, magical scrolls and arcane items, and tea. Would insist that he does not hoard pottery, but keeps buying it at every market they go to, because he keeps seeing unique pieces that he just has to have. His lair where he stores his main hoard is in Vault 13, a subterranean keep and vault where the rest of his Dragon family lives. 

Marcus

I have absolutely nothing done on his character sheet. But, unlike the others, he doesn’t cast any spells. 

Barbarian, Lawful Good, Orc. He is the mayor/sheriff/unelected leader of Broken Hills, a community of a whole bunch of different people united by the mining industry. 

The tank of the team. Very big and intimidating-looking. Great fighter, can absolutely take out enemies. However, he is a little reckless and doesn’t pay attention and watch out for traps, tricks, etc. Lenny spends a distressing amount of time healing him. 

His main weapon is a greataxe, but he has a few smaller handaxes, and his unarmed attack is pretty good. 

He brushes his teeth and cleans and sharpens his Orc tusks. Cleans dirt from under his nails. Always washes his hands before cooking food. 

Good cook. He actually uses herbs and spices and can make a meal out of almost nothing. To him, food is necessary to keep oneself healthy and able to fight, not just an afterthought. 

Regularly spars with Carla and Goris, is slowly trying to train Lenny to be able to defend himself in battle. It’s going okay. He’s a gruff tough trainer, but he is always gentle afterwards and makes sure that Lenny is not actually (seriously) hurt.

Has a good eye for the morale of the group. A guy who always knows how and when to make a joke to raise everyone’s spirits. 

Miscellaneous

Harold is also a Deathless who used to be a Druid. 

The Brotherhood is a group of Wizards who try to find and study all sorts of ancient arcane materials. 

Myron is a Neutral Evil Warlock who makes up new potions that uhhh are not healing potions. 

The Enclave: cult. Secret Society of mostly wizards and fighters. 

Doctor Henry is a Druid, I think. I’m between that and Cleric for him. Healer classes are tough. Classes in general are tough...

[a-big-apple]

TAZ fic: Moving in Winter

For Day 1 of @twinsweek​, Favorite Twin! I love Lup like fire, but Taako is very deep in my soul.

To give myself an extra jumpstart, I used a randomly-chosen prompt from this meme: “Can we go someplace high so I can jump off it?”

On AO3

It was supposed to be a business trip. Some Taako™ brand interplanar licensing meetings, design approvals, one very limited public speaking engagement, and a few days tacked onto the end for expensive dinners and hot hotel sex with his boyfriend. Then Kravitz talked it up so much at work that Lup and Barry decided to come along, and Taako was pleased about that part, he doesn’t get to see them enough now that they’re reaping full time.

Of course Taako told Angus, because the kid is independent but he might not want to spend the last week of winter break in the house all alone, and Angus told Mavis because it might be a good time for a visit, and then suddenly Merle and Magnus were suspiciously free that very same week and calling to find out what hotel everyone is staying in and how to get rooms. When the venue Taako’s booked to speak in got wind of more Seven Birds coming to town, they immediately sent effusive formal invitations to all of them.

This is how Taako finds himself standing in a beautiful hotel lobby in the Plane of Thought, looking longingly off toward the bar as his entire riotous family cause a scene with their mere presence. When he catches Lucretia’s wistful glance in the same direction, he turns away and fluffs his enormous scarf up higher around his face, trying to radiate “untouchably famous celebrity” as hard as he possibly can. Usually a Scene is his sort of thing, but all the rapid changes to his plans have set him a little off-kilter; he’s grateful when Kravitz appears and takes his arm to lead him to the bay of elevators, keycard in hand.

“I think they’ve all gotten their rooms sorted out,” Kravitz assures as they ride up to their floor. It’s blessedly quiet in the elevator, and Taako finally lets his shoulders drop.

“As long as we have a lock and a Do Not Disturb sign with the rest of them are on the other side of it,” he replies, “I don’t care where they’re staying.”

Kravitz gives a soft hum in answer, like he’s got Taako all figured out. Maybe he does--but at least he knows better than to say so.

Their room is a suite on the classy side of opulent, with an enormous whirlpool bathtub and a decadent-looking bed. They both call to him, but the bed wins out; Taako sheds his outer layers all over the floor and crawls into the fluffy mass of pillows and blankets. It’s already night outside the windows though this city never seems to be really dark, and Taako watches the constellations of lights outside blink and change and move as Kravitz shuffles around the room unpacking their suitcases. Finally he passes close enough to the bed that Taako can snag his hand and tug, and Kravitz smiles and kisses his fingers. “All right, love.” He strips down to his shirt and underwear as Taako watches him from beneath the mound of covers, then climbs into the bed and tugs Taako into his arms.

He’s cold, but it’s soothing in the warm bed, familiar by now and safe. “You’ve got meetings all day tomorrow, haven’t you?” he murmurs, and Taako nods against his chest, curling closer. “I’ll keep the crew out of your hair, then. And maybe we can get room service for dinner, tonight? When you’re hungry.”

“You’re too fucking good,” Taako gripes, hiding his smile in the placket of Kravitz’s shirt. He bites one of the buttons, because he wants to be cranky, then lets it rest between his lips, because he’s tired and the texture is nice and Krav’s very lovely nipples are currently hidden. His Too Good boyfriend chuckles and kisses his hair.

“Punish me, then.”

“Mmm,” Taako replies. “Later.”

***

The week is busy, and he sees his family in tolerably small doses. He goes shopping with Lup and has dinner after with Kravitz and Barry. He soaks in the hotel sauna with Davenport while Merle and the kids play across the room in the pool. He caves to the deadly combination of Ango-and-Mango puppy dog eyes, and accompanies them to a museum. His planned talk becomes a Seven Birds panel interview, which is just fine--he can tune most of it out, and save the full-on charm for the autograph line.

He loves it most of the time, the fans, the fame, the glow of attention. It’s just...he’s drained, lately. It’s the cold weather, or the early dark, or the headache that’s been nagging at him. His battery is dangerously in the red by the time the last autograph has been signed, and there’s still an afterparty they need to show their faces at. He rests his face in his hands while Kravitz gets their things, sighs into them when his coat is draped over his shoulders. “Can we go someplace high so I can jump off it?”

“The party is on the top of a skyscraper,” Lucretia replies, deadpan. “But we’ve both got Featherfall, so.”

When he looks up, she’s already wrapped in an austere blue shawl coat, and is holding out Taako’s scarf expectantly. He takes it, starts putting himself together. “I guess we’ll just have to drink ourselves silly, instead.”

That gets a shadow of a smile out of her, and Taako’s not sure whether to be pleased or not. Then Lup appears between them, grinning and looping her arms through theirs. “Come on, let’s get this shindig on the road!”

***

Taako’s not sure how he wound up here. He remembers the party, the stomach-twisting view of the city and the long green swath of park through the center, putting his back to it and gulping down the first cocktail that hoves into view. He remembers a few more after that, and some good music and a little dancing, jolly hugs from Magnus and a quiet kiss from Kravitz. He remembers Lucretia, out of the corner of his eye, always with a wine glass in her hands.

But how did they get to this hole in the wall with a platter full of tacos between them?

“There was at least one bridge,” Lucretia says. She doesn’t slur--she never slurs--but he can tell by the glassiness of her eyes that she’s as drunk as he is.

“There’s a lot of fucking bridges around here,” Taako agrees, and shoves the end of a taco in his mouth. “Fuck, this is good. We found a good place. We have to bring Lup here.”

She nods in solemn agreement and lifts a taco, taps it against his like a toast. “Tomorrow. If we haven’t thrown up so much we never eat again.”

“Fuck you, I’m fine.”

She seems to consider this as she chews; then she reaches over and grabs the beer that was apparently in his hand, taking an indelicate swig. “Are you really fine?”

Is he? It’s hard to know, and fuck her for asking. He’s tired though, and the haze of alcohol makes it a little easier to see the young woman he thought he knew. “Most of the time,” he answers grudgingly, and it doesn’t taste like a lie. “What about you?”

“Most of the time,” she echoes, and passes back the beer. “I have a new baseline.”

“No fucking kidding, me too.”

It’s supposed to be mean, but instead it makes her laugh--actually laugh this time, a little shout and a flash of her teeth. How long has it been since he’s seen her laugh? It’s disorienting, the old Lucretia and the new Lucretia superimposed on each other, and his eyes hurt looking at her. He closes them instead, rests his head against his arm on the table. Tries to think back through the night, and hang on to where and when he is.

He must doze off, because he wakes to a warm hand on the back of his neck. “Come on, bud, time for bed. Krav’s waitin’ for ya.”

“Mmmyeah?” he replies with a half-awake grin, and hears Barry sigh. Then he’s hauled to his feet, his brother’s arm around his back. There’s talking around him, some in another language, some Lucretia, some Barry. Some Angus, and when Taako opens his eyes to squint in the kid’s direction, he’s fishing local currency out of Taako’s purse. Then there’s a rift, and some more hushed talking, and finally Kravitz, smelling like a bath bomb and considerately pre-warmed.

Taako floats more contentedly then, spinning a little, and lets Krav undress him and wipe the makeup from his face, lets himself be spooned in the heavenly soft bed. “This trip’s okay,” he tells Kravitz, because it’s important he knows--he’s the most okay part of it.

Kravitz kisses his ear, the sweet way and not the sexy way. “Merle found a place to go ice skating,” he says. “He’s going to take the kids tomorrow. Want to go?”

“Let’s all go,” Taako suggests, feeling benevolent. “Fucking...family ice skating.”

His boyfriend, the best boyfriend, huffs a laugh. “I’m going to remind you that you said that, in the morning.”

***

This is part of a loosely related series! If you want to read the rest, they are here on tumblr and here on AO3.

[saiintvalentiine]

Sad puppy eyed wifies :3

OH MY GOD HES SO CUTE AND PATHETIC KADE I LOVE HIM DEARLY........................OUPPY DOGGIE...................................

[hahanoiwont]

turn left writing prompt: 1. down for the count but the umbrella doesn't open so lup isn't there to help taako. 2. Stop Me but kravitz tells the crew that taako is trying to get himself killed

oh shit yeah I love it

send me a story and change one thing and I’ll tell you how it would have gone!

1. Taako just fucking dies. I set it up so Barry can’t get there in time, Taako is not capable of casting featherfall himself, he literally falls off the cliff and dies. Barry’s Real Fucked Up about it, but he was still falling fast enough to break the umbrella, so Lup’s here now, I guess. Magnus and Merle arrive to a corpse and two inconsolable liches. Barry feels terrible about it but he’s glad Lup is out, and Lup is so so frustrated at herself for not scraping up the energy to cast a level 1 fucking spell when her brother’s life depended on it.

Taako lives in the astral plane now. Lucretia takes it as evidence that she has to end this fast and sends the other two to Wonderland immediately, pretty much following canon timeline but with Taako kicking it in the Eternal Stockade while Kravitz tries to figure something out. Magnus and Merle are devastated, of course. They all kind of thought they’d be in it to the end. They don’t know why looking back, but they kind of felt like they were invincible. Even when he’s dead, they keep feeling like he’ll be there when they turn around. It’s a lot quieter now. Carey really tries to be there for Magnus but the three of them were family, you know? And Merle visits his kids and just. Holds them. It scares Mavis and he tries to act like nothing’s happened so he doesn’t freak them out.

They have a hard fuckin time of it for the first round of Wonderland. Magnus barely wants to live and Merle can’t keep it together all by himself. They’re doin Real Bad before Lup, who desperately wants to kill someone just to make the emptiness go away, fucking wrecks the place. Everyone in it except for Magnus and Merle die. They barely manage to save the Sterling crew too, but there are heavy injuries.

Meanwhile, something funny is happening in the astral plane. Taako’s been babbling about a sister when Kravitz knows full well he doesn’t have any family, and he keeps talking about something coming and Kravitz thinks whatever killed him must have fucked him up real bad, because he has no idea what it is, he just knows Taako died from it, and Taako is no pushover. But then he doesn’t have time to worry about it, because all of a sudden he’s drowning and everything is gone.

He thinks this is his eternity now, just drowning in oily darkness with no end in sight, when a light breaks through.

It’s Taako, and he’s kicking ass. They get to the Eternal Stockade and Taako is like, now do you believe me? Cause I fucking told you so. And they cling to each other for a bit. Taako catches Kravitz up on the end of the world. Kravitz has to take a moment. So that’s it, then? he thinks. This is the end? Taako’s going to disappear and I’m just going to end here?

Fuck no, says Taako, we’re gonna fucking beat this thing. And then a bright light shows Kravitz how Taako’s spent the last hundred years, and when he comes to Taako’s turning the floor into precious gemstones.

I appreciate you emulating the relic you created, Taako, very thematic, points for drama, good callback to how we met, but is now really the time?

Fuck off, I know what I’m doing. Gimme a hand here.

Between Lup in the Prime Material Plane and Taako and Kravitz in the Astral, they manage to open up a portal. Taako and Kravitz stumble out, Taako and Lup have a beautiful reunion, timeline follows canon.

In the end, Taako is dead, though. Like he’s very much not alive anymore and that’s not really, like, going away? He’s allowed to grow a body and have a second chance, but he looks at his options and, you know, he knows how elves age. He knows most of his companions are human. He decides he doesn’t want to be the last one standing while all his loved ones die around him. Bone zone’s not so bad, he says. I think I’ll stick around for a bit.

(Please don’t call it that, Kravitz says, pretending not to laugh)

Luckily for him, he’s got options. He’s the savior of reality, and also has shown some decent problem-solving skills and combat proficiency, so RQ wouldn’t mind giving him a position if he makes himself useful. He thinks about it. But really, he’s gotta go with Istus. Not that RQ isn’t cool and shit, just, death, you know? Black’s not his color. And fate is very much a part of the lives of each person who helped to save the world, so he gets to see his family. He spends a long-assed time as an emissary of Istus, and she tolerates his antics and only sometimes has to remind him that she could crush him with a thought. I’m tempted to say he convinces Magnus to also do that for a little? Partially bc I’m a sucker for reaper Julia (ooh or she could serve Istus too?) and also bc I think Magnus would be good at it.

2. Lup is kickin it with Magnus one day and some dude shows up. in her room. on the starblaster. Taako is going to kill himself, he says.

What the fuck, Lup says. Get the fuck out. Magnus hits him with a chair.

No actually, Taako is going to kill himself, he asked me to do it and I said no but he’s planning something really fucking stupid and you need to stop him, the dude says, but he’s wheezing a little bit so Magnus is satisfied. Got the wind knocked out of him.

You don’t know shit about my brother, says Lup, who has definitely seen the signs and is deeply into denial territory. She is handling it, she thinks, erroneously.

Kravitz tries Barry next, because Merle would be awkward, he doesn’t know Davenport, and Lucretia would probably be a bad idea. Barry takes one fucking look at him and nopes right out. He’s not dealing with this shit in his home where he can’t have collateral damage. Kravitz follows him to a randomly selected clearing planetside. Barry is ready to do that meme where you see something bad on the internet and you say to yourself, ‘wouldn’t want my lovely wife seeing this!’ and smash your computer with a hammer. Maybe light it on fire to be safe. You need to use all that extra gasoline somehow.

Kravitz does not have time for Barold J Bluejeans’s necromancer bullshit. Taako is literally trying to kill himself and like corrupt his soul somehow??? please. Like I don’t think your death crimes are what you have to worry about right now. We will definitely worry about those! but not right now.

Barry is intrigued by this. He is strongly against his dear friends committing suicide via horribly mutated arcane ritual. He doesn’t see why one of RQ’s people would come up with such an outlandish lie. He would like to know why Kravitz knows this, and also, why Kravitz knows who they are.

Kravitz, in this au, has not agreed not to talk about anything. He tells Barry everything. How he died, how Angus died, how Taako died, what he thinks must have happened after that. Barry does not say so, but he notes that they have a plan to defeat the Hunger now, and also apparently Taako has had that for at least a hundred years and said nothing??? okay, Taako. He must be missing something there.

Kravitz was honestly expecting Taako to have told the crew what’s what. He was a little disoriented when Taako told him no one knew. But now Barry knows, and he insists on telling Davenport, and once Davenport’s onboard it’s time to tell everyone else, and then they set up an intervention. They get all ready for it. They are waiting for Taako. He is late. He is later. He is very, very late. The sun is rising and he still has not come home. The sun is peaking and he has not come home. Lup is shooting massive amounts of anxiety-fueled fire into the sky and he still is not home.

Taako is gone. He has turned himself into the Prime Material Plane like a dumbass. In this au, they don’t have his notes and they don’t have anyone on the inside helping them. unless

Angus McDonald, 110 year old boy detective, is on the case. He is deeply frightened by quasi-sane definitely-dangerous Actual Plane Taako, but also Taako is his friend and he wants to help. He convinces Taako to come with him bc he wants to show him something. Zagged on ‘em, it’s actually an ambushtervention. Taako is forced to talk to his damned family, fucker, for once in your life. A non-bullshit solution is found but no spoilers for the actual fic. The whole Wonderland mess is averted and everyone is much less traumatized. Still kinda sucks tho, you haven’t unlocked Happy Ending.

There is actually one thing that could be changed that would make the whole thing happy, though. Keep trying!

[saiintvalentiine]

do u guys ever think about how in chapter 1 of htff wifies says "parrot will have to pull him to pieces to find out" and then. the monkey paw curls its fingers.

[saiintvalentiine]

how to featherfall

Making clones is hard enough, and getting them to grow proper wings is even harder. That’s why the original Wifies never tried. Instead, he installed mechanical wings into his clones as soon as they showed enough intelligence to be used in videos, and ripped those wings right out as soon as they proved to be useless once more. They weren’t meant to stay on permanently anyway, so sloppily made that they’d probably fail sooner than later if left on for too long. But he’s gone now. There’s nobody around to give and take. And Wifies finds out the hard way that what is unjustly given through pain is taken through pain as well.

ive finally posted.............. htff 4 is out NOW for ur enjoyment u3u

[saiintvalentiine]

usually i do the whole elaborate description bit here but im not really in the mood. chapter 2 of how to featherfall is now up! chapter count has been taken down b/c i dont actuall yknow how long this is gonna be LOL. warnings at the start for some mild gore.

[saiintvalentiine]

i get sentimental abt my own fics sometimes and it's dead stupid like wdym the bees from htff probably miss wifies bc he hasn't been by for days and that's making me teary eyed.