#topic: bird and flight

[minnieposting]

ughh im thinking about sunday. specifically about the person he used to be and the person he is now. that confident person with a twisted, unhinged side to him?? guy who definitely enjoyed putting aventurine in his place and causing harm to him. from that, to this almost...meek individual harboring so much sadness and guilt. i think a lot about the fact that he severed his halo in order to feel pain to keep himself in his place. to feel grounded, to feel closer to...humanity?? i guess? i never really know how to describe how exactly i interpret this, but it makes me feel something in my gut just aahhhh. i think the symbolic fusing between him and wonweek was very beautiful, and due to a similar experience i had during a self-introspective moment, i really do relate to him and love him so much. sunday canonically has ocd, and at some point i realized that i shouldn't see my ocd as something separate from me. it is still me, it is still my brain. i decided that working alongside it in a way would be more beneficial as well as treating that side of me with kindness and love instead of hatred! and yes, it isnt just an ocd parallel. i just decided to read into that aspect at the same time. i just think sundays a really beautiful character and i care him so much! i think him being part of the express is such a good decision, and even though stellaron hunter sunday would've been awesome, this is definitely the best path for him. someone pointed out that if he had been in the stellaron hunters, following a script wouldn't benefit him at all. he deserves to spend time in the real world now with people around him who care about him, and i am looking forward to seeing his development with the express in the upcoming amphoreus story. im also...quite terrified. the story is going to hurt so bad...i can just feel it already.

[ringeddplover]

i love birds I'm having a great time w this dissertation

[kanguin]

Hey just clarifying but beaked non-avian dinosaurs (like the above that is most likely a ceratopsian, not a bird sorry) are not the ancestors of birds. They're distant cousins at best. Beaked non-avian dinosaurs, with the exception of some proto-avian theropods, belong to the ornithischian (bird hipped) lineage of dinosaurs, while birds are in the other* branch, saurischia (lizard hipped dinosaurs).

Yes birds are "lizard hipped", and not directly related to the beaked "bird hipped" dinosaurs. This is a case of convergent evolution, not shared ancestral traits. If anything, ornithischians had elongated pelvises and beaks first, so an argument could be made that triceratops isn't a bird-hipped dinosaur, but rather that birds are triceratops-hipped dinosaurs.

So, yeah, convenient nesting spot! But saying they're nesting in the skull of their ancestor is about as accurate as saying the same about a chipmunk nesting in the skull of an extinct carnivorid, or even a marsupial.

*Tangent addressing this under break. It's long and I didn't want this to have a long tangential footnote.

Whether there are 2 or 3 branches of dinosaurs is debated, because the majority consensus for a while was 2, with theropods (t-rex, velociraptor, etc) and sauropods (big long necked leaf eaters) in saurischia, and all the rest (ceratopsians, stegosaurs, ankylosaurs, duck-billed dinosaurs, etc, slmost entirely herbivores) in ornithischia. But there's been a lot of debate over whether theropods and sauropods are one group, or if theropods (beast feet), sauropods (lizard feet), and ornithischians are three separate groups in what's called an unspecified tritomy, where it's unclear which two out of three clades (groups) are more closely related.

I personally feel evidence points heavily toward more recent shared ancestry between theropods and sauropods, with some basal (close to the beginning of the lineage) theropods potentially being herbivorous, some basal sauropods possibly being omnivorous or carnivorous, and most basal sauropods being smaller, bipedal, and very theropod-like in body-plan. But since it's debated and I could see someone equally as passionate about dinosaurs as me coming in to point that out or even argue against the two-branch hypothesis, I added an asterisk.

Another banger from /r/stupiddovenests - at least the tag is appropriate this time

[makchiken228-blog]

have you ever considered drawing techno as an avian / with wings?

It was obvious. Seeing this orange owl gives me idea about drawing of Techno bird.

As for the 'features', I thought a lot about the eyes and head rotation. Owls have almost lost the ability to move their eyes. To compensate for this, they can turn their heads 270°.

We have the ability to turn our eyes with the help of cranial nerves, so I would not remove this ability, but the change in the neck does not sound so critical. Owls have more cervical vertebrae, but on Earth (according to the Internet) there were two people who were also able to turn their heads like this, but without changing their anatomy.

Also all the basics - quiet flight due to the structure of the wings and keen hearing.

A cloak with a hood, because usually I draw it gathered somewhere on the elbows, but here it looks more like plumage.

And it will be more convenient to work with if I really want to show a full turn of the head

This is my first time drawing wings so thoroughly, it was a bit difficult, but it was a good experience. I've been thinking about drawing this for a long time, but I was waiting for the right mood and moment. But now I've been asked about it directly and here we are.

I think in the future I will draw something else on this topic, much better, but for now this is just an attempt

[twinkling-moonlillie]

Hawks Headcanons

A/N: I am currently obsessed with Hawks (if you couldn't tell) and writing for him is fun. I made these headcanons while procrastinating on my midterm paper a few days ago-

Warnings: Some NSFW content; MDNI. Some angst too

Starting things off with an angsty bang, Hawks has a bad habit of plucking his feathers when he is stressed out. It’s never too often and it’s never to a critical extent, but it does occur. Birds often do this as a form of coping with negative feelings, so perhaps he does this after a brutal mission. 

Like many other people, I firmly believe that Keigo has a thing for shiny or interesting looking objects. Again, it’s not to an obsessive extent, but he does have a good eye for pretty trinkets. Especially ones he thinks will look good on you. 

I don’t think Hawks is a good cook. There, I said it. This man barely has time for himself, do you really think he has time to devote to cooking? Do you really think that the Commission taught him to cook? Fuck no. He sticks to quick take out purely out of necessity. 

They say that the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and this is absolutely true with Keigo. He would love the little lunches and dinners you make for him while he is at work! He gobbles it up like a turkey. He swears that your food is the best thing he has ever had; he literally moans when the aroma hits his nostrils. 

I forget which fic I read this from (I will link if I find it), but I adore the headcanon of Hawk’s taking rut suppressant pills. I just think it makes so much sense since it aligns with his work-centric life and his lack of a wife (we aren’t talking about when you are married to him, obviously). They are probably similar to birth control pills where they stop the rut from happening 5% of the time. 

Even without his rut happening, Keigo still has a huge breeding kink. Can you blame him though? He just thinks that you'll look gorgeous with his cum leaking out of your pretty pussy. 

*whispers* he also has the equipment to match

He has definitely accidentally run into a window from imagining you with a cute lil baby bump. 

He can get a little whiny and needy about wanting to devour your pussy. He will straight up beg you on his hands and knees. Please say yes to him. 

The songs Angel with a Shotgun and Mr Blue Sky fit him so well. Fight me on this. 

Also the song Hey Look Ma, I made it

I just imagine happy birb listening to Mr. Blue Sky after meeting you.

Intentional or not, his wings flap and rustle during sex. 

On the topic of his wings, I don’t think they are as sensitive as we all wish they were. It’s not like he’s gonna start moaning and whimpering when random fans touch his wings (he canonical doesn’t) HOWEVER, it does feel nice when you massage and gently comb your fingertips through them. I’m thinking that it’s similar to hair?? Or maybe his wings are ticklish?? But only in the right context?? 

You are the only person he really trusts to take care of his wings

Keigo loves holding you in his arms and taking you on night flights. The stars always seem brighter when they are reflected in your eyes (at least, Keigo thinks so…). You even have your own set of aviator goggles to wear during these dates.

One of his favorite things is when he DOESN’T have morning patrol and can snuggle you until at least 10 in the morning. Although it may be longer because his sleep debt is so huge. There is just something so satisfying and peaceful with having you close enough to hear your heartbeat. 

His biggest dream is being able to have a family with you in a quaint little house. His life, your life…they aren’t constantly in danger and he can sleep in with you, make you breakfast (it’s only a little burnt), wrap his wings around you. 

Keigo is extremely possessive of, not only you, but the life you created together. He is very sensitive towards things that threaten the small slice of normalcy he has, eliciting a sense of hypervigilance and territorialism. 

His mental state isn’t the best from the culmination of trauma he experiences, leading him to commit psychic cannibalism on himself. He represses all of these negative feelings in order to perform to the best of his ability and be the good lap dog for the Hero Commission. 

Needs therapy.

It’s established that he has some form of echolocation through his feathers. So…hear me out…just to make sure you are safe 24/7, Keigo gives you one of his smaller feathers. I’m not going to rant because I might make this into a small oneshot/drabble later

[pieandflannel]

Hi, your angst hit me hard, not gonna lie, and I was wondering if you are able to write like a part 2 of it where they reunite in heaven, maybe make it a little bit fluffy, idk, what ever your up to, it was so good, I literally had to look in a different direction so I won't cry, thank you 🥰

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ stairway to heaven

pt.2 to talking to the moon

pairing: dean winchester x gn!reader

summary: due to an unexpected accident you reunite with dean quicker than you expected

cw: angsty fluff.ᐟ themes of death.ᐟ cliche idea of heaven.ᐟ mention of car crash.ᐟ reference to season 15 [spoiler alert!] .ᐟ special guests [sam, bobby].ᐟ

word count: 2k

julia yaps: i am so sorry it took me ages to answer your request, my brain refused to work on this sad topic, hope you enjoy this tho!

────────── ☁️ ──────────

you slowly open your eyes only to be greeted by the blinding brightness of nothingness. you squint and rub your eyes in an attempt to get them used to the light that surrounded you.

you managed to get up, wobbling a bit in your tracks before dusting yourself off. where the hell were you? you thought to yourself.

curiosity got the best of you so you started walking ahead of you, trying to explore the place, the bright seemingly empty place with nothing but fluffy cloud-like mist or fog. as you move forward your eye caught a glimpse of something shiny but in order to get to it you had to go up a flight of stairs.

“hello?” you called out, hoping to find someone with some kind of answers, any explanation as to what this place was. there was no response whatsoever, dead silence.

the first step you took onto the stairs felt elevating, and then the rest of them was a piece of cake. as you reached the top, you were welcomed by an enormous golden gate, the excruciatingly gorgeous details carved into every single inch, immediately catching your eye.

you tried to have a closer look at it all, lifting your hand up to gently caressing the gold with your fingertips. at that motion, the pearly gates started opening up with a tiny creaking sound, as if they needed a bit of oil on the hinges.

the sudden movement of the giant gate startling you slightly, but as they open up enough for you to walk through them, you took your chance in trying to explore the place further. as you took a step inside the scenery suddenly flipped.

it’s as if you were teleported to another place. a very beautiful place though, this must be a dream obviously, you thought to yourself. which would explain your chill attitude towards all the exploration without feeling the need to hold a knife or gun in your hand. that feeling of freedom and safety felt so refreshing, considering that most your existence you fought for your life or others lives, as a hunter.

the sound of leaves and twigs crunching under your boots echoed throughout the mountains. birds cooing and crickets chirping, the fresh but warm breeze tickling your face as the golden rays of sunlight shined through the trees. you stopped for a second to enjoy the beautiful landscape in front of you, the different shades of greens and browns all combined into an amazing view that contrasted with the clear blue sky with barely any clouds.

you started hearing a familiar bark in the distance, the sound getting closer and closer until you noticed miracle, dean’s dog that you took care of after his death, running towards you.

“miracle?! come here boy, c’mere!” you called out to him in your high pitched voice that you always used on dogs, patting your thighs encouraging him to run towards you. you knelt down with open arms and before you knew it miracle was all over you, licking your face, jumping up and down with happiness that he’s seeing you. you couldn’t help but giggle, ruffling his hair. “oh what are you doing here all alone boy?” you asked him as if he was going to answer. a big smile on your face, it felt like you haven’t seen him in years. odd.

you were so occupied with petting and playing with miracle that you didn’t even notice someone standing in your line of vision. you wondered who the boots belonged to, maybe this certain someone could help you find out where you were?

your eyes slowly scanned up their body. biker boots, jeans, green jacket, burgundy flannel, black tshirt and then– there it was, the face of a man that owned your heart. none other than dean winchester himself.

dean had a big ol’ smile on his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. he was clearly as happy as miracle to see you, if not more.

“dean?” you exclaimed as you got up from your knees and jumped into his arms, nearly tripping him over while at it. he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. his embrace was tight, you could feel all those years of longing spill into the hug. and of course you returned with the same energy, your grip on his jacket making your knuckles turn white, you didn’t want to let him go, especially if it was a dream that would eventually come to an end, and you’d have to wake up.

“is it really you?” you asked in disbelief, tears welling up in your eyes as you looked up at him. dean nodded with the smile you missed oh so much. you let out a sigh of relief before pulling him in for a soft but passionate kiss, your hands cupping his jaw, all these years of yearning and longing spill into the kiss, from both sides, not just yours. you pull away with a smile “i can’t believe i’m finally having a dream about you”

dean’s smile slowly disappeared at your words, and a worried expression replaced it. you noticed his sudden shift. “what is it?” you asked with a small head tilt. dean looked away for a second before meeting your eyes again.

his expression soft and empathetic, “i don’t know how to tell you this but-“ he started off but before he could finish you cut him off.

“oh my god, sam?!” you squealed running up to him and giving him a big hug, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, “thank god you’re okay, i was starting to get worried that-“ sam started but dean give him a quick hand sign to shut up. you frowned at his words, this dream is getting a little weird, you thought.

you pulled away from the hug, looking at sam confused. “worried that what? guys.. why are you acting so odd?” you began to question. you turned to look at dean who had a mixed expression, he sure as hell was glad to see you but concerned about how you’ll react to what they were about to tell you.

“dean!” you whined softly trying to get him to talk.

dean looked at sam and gave him a nod, “i think it’s best if sam told you..”

you frown in confusion, getting slightly scared. “tell me what?” you gave dean a glance before turning to face sam. now you demanded an answer.

sam shifted slightly on the spot, he took a deep breath, “do you remember what happened?” he looked into your eyes with a deep emotion that you couldn’t quite read. you squinted your eyes a little, “no.. i-“ you tried to go back to what happened before you arrived here. you assumed this was dreamland so you tried to remind yourself where did you fall asleep.

the two men let you figure it out on your own, at it would have been best for you to. your frown turned into a face of panic, not being able to remember the part where you lay down in bed or rest your head on the leather seat of the impala.

“i don’t-“ you started tearing up as the sudden flash of memory came back to you. the memory of two bright headlights of a transportation truck getting closer and closer to the side of the impala. “we were in the car..” you explained what you finally remembered.

“and.. a big truck was heading too quick on a crossroad..” as you say that out loud it all hits you like the truck did. you gasped, looking up into sam’s eyes with devastation in yours. you covered your mouth in pure shock. “we got hit.. on the side, the car tipped” your voice trembling.

sam nodded, “we.. didn’t survive to impact, i’m sorry..” he added with an empathetic tone as if he didn’t die himself, you let out a soft sigh as a stray tear rolled down your cheek. you felt dean’s hand gently rubbing your back in an attempt to sooth you. “we died in a car crash..?” you asked in disbelief, deep down hoping that you misheard or maybe misunderstood, sam gave you a hesitant nod. “..wow” was all you could vocalise as the information sank in.

you cleared your throat, “so this is..” you tried to say it out loud but you couldn’t spit it out, denial creeping up on you.

“you’re in heaven sweetheart” dean stepped in, he knew this was a hard pill to swallow and that you’d need time to accept that you’ve died, along with sam and miracle. you let out a broken chuckle as tears filled your eyes. dean pulled you back into a hug, his hand rubbing your back in a slow, calming motion. his chin resting on the top of your head.

for a long minute, you say nothing. you just let dean hold you.

“honestly didn’t think we’d end up here after all the shit we’ve done” you broke the silence with a joke, trying to distract yourself with lighthearted humour. you heard the two men chuckle softly at your words.

you sniffled and wiped your tears away with your sleeve. “at least we are all together now right?” you tried to see the positive side of it all, even if it was hard.

“yeah, we are” dean mumbled into your hair, a soft smile on his face. once he felt your body gradually relaxing, tension disappearing, he slowly let go of you. and instead he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand.

“now how bout we go say hi to bobby” he suggested as he gently shook your hand in his, a smile curving on his face. he couldn’t take his emerald green eyes off you, his heart thumping in his chest at how happy he was to finally reunite with you, his true love.

you nodded enthusiastically.

dean whistled, “come on boy, let’s go” he called to miracle, and then the four of you walked towards bobby’s cabin.

you had so much questions to ask about this place, but you knew not to throw them all at once at dean. “so.. this is how heaven looks like, huh? so not what i expected”

dean smiled, the corners of his eyes scrunching slightly, looking up at the mountains and trees. “yeah, jack made sure to make this place as peaceful as possible, and where everyone could be together, not just isolated in their own little memory for eternity” dean explained.

“jack did a terrific job with this place” sam added, casually admiring the nature scenery as you walked down the path that lead to bobby’s place.

“he really did” you agreed, you glanced at dean with a smile before looking around, taking in the beauty of this place.

“you three idjits better not walk all over my petunias, or i’ll rock salt you with my shotgun” you heard bobby yell from his porch as he sat in his rocking chair. his threat lacking the hostility, your giggle making bobby smile.

“well i’ll be darned..” bobby stood up from his chair, looking all happy to see you. you strolled quickly towards him to give him a hug. “hey bobby”

“so.. gardening, huh bobby?” sam teased with a cheeky little grin.

“what? it’s calming, clears your head and it lowers your blood pressure” he explained seriously.

“bobby you know you can’t die from high blood pressure in heaven, right?” dean chuckled, joining into teasing the older man.

“shut up” bobby muttered.

the interaction felt like you got taken back in time, back to bobby’s house during the festive season, teasing and bickering like a family at a table full of home cooked food with a football game or shitty hallmark movie playing in the background.

you had a feeling you’ll be okay, and you were. because now you were all together. safe and retired from the dangerous job that brought you guys all together in the first place.

thank you so much for reading! feedback and reblogs are always deeply appreciated <3

tags: @jensino @emeraldcrs @soldiersgirl @jensenacklesballsack @missus-ackles @littlesoulshine @deanswifeyy @slut4jackles @h8aaz @bruisedfig @angelicjackles @losers-clvb @lyarr24 @cowboysandcigarettes @blossomingorchids @bluemerakis @rositaslabyrinth @deanspookiebear @tinas111 @bejeweledinterludes @miss-marmalade @pinksatinpanties @multiversefanfics @cupidzbunny @heartrendercastiel @sunnyteume @mrsanakinwinchesterpoldark @krabog @that-stanford-girlie @pwin098 @tendertulip @honeyyxxbee @rerejunebug

𑁥౿ check out my masterlist for other works!

♡ see this post to be added to the taglist!

© pieandflannel – do not plagiarise or repost any of my work!

© reserved for photo/gif owners! (pinterest)

© diver by @cafekitsune <3

[dayluxe]

Days of Glory - The Beatles

¡ request are open !

pairing: The Beatles x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: you and the band reminisce about the past when they first arrive in the United States.

warnings: a bit long, use of affectionate nicknames between the band members towards the reader, a bit of McLennon's innuendo, use of the translator, a lot of nonsense.

w/c: 3.173

The boys and you had just landed in America for the first time. The emotion was running high.

It was well known that the band was loved by many and hated by few, but still you all felt nervous.

At first no one believed in you, well, in you rather.

Seeing a woman being part of a band with four boys was not the norm. People were shocked to see a girl play an instrument, and to behave so inappropriately according to them. Let's say that the boys didn't care about this.

you were friends with George, since childhood. You had lived side by side all your life, you were like nail and dirt. And when he began to be interested in the world of music, you were already in. You've been interested in other instruments before, leaning more toward wind instruments. But when his fascination with guitars arose, you accompanied him.

They were a good duo, everyone said so. They both wrote really good lyrics, and you sang them most of the time. His guitar went perfectly with your voice, and they spent hours and hours writing nonsense and doing choruses with his guitar.

When he met the boys it was amazing. George's creativity expanded, and he was excited to be part of a band, but another part of him didn't want to leave you. So she recommended you to them, she said that she had a friend with a spectacular voice and that she could do everything. For you it was a very generous gesture on his part, and you soon hired yourself by meeting the guys. It was a very chaotic process, as they were very jerky at times, but you got used to them quickly, and they got used to you too.

Soon everything was history. you went from parties to bars continuously. taking advantage of every opportunity to make themselves known and grow as a band.

His songwriting sessions were the rarest thing you'll ever witness. there were times when it was based on an exchange of words between John and Paul, and then you followed instructions. But there were times when the music simply flowed between everyone, like a river of notes and lyrics. Those days gave you the reason to continue doing that, to continue with them. to continue making music.

His story was long, and soon life gave him success.

Your role in the group was multitudinous. from doing backing vocals, or writing lyrics, to being the second drummer.

Your instrument store had been expanded. You didn't just touch the wind. You could go from woodwinds to string instruments with ease, giving you an extensive list of roles within the band.

And so we got here. You and your boys in the United States.

The flight was exciting. You had about 20 camera cartridges with you to take pictures. You wanted a memory of everything, absolutely everything. George was on your left, you had given him the window space for his luck. You couldn't sleep, in fact none of them could. Their laughter did not stop at any time, and questions such as 'do you think you will find a good bird there?' were the main topic for the teasing.

"I see you nervous, beautiful. Is it because of my presence?" you heard George say from your side "haha, how funny Geo. and no, I just think about the number of beauties that will be waiting for me when I arrive" you said in an arrogant tone "what a big ego, y/n, but in case you don't know, I'm their favorite, not you" John told you as he passed through the hallway. "Excuse me, we all know that I am the favorite, and that is very clear," you shouted back.

George next to you watched with amusement the little argument between the two of you. Those fights happened frequently, since their big egos clashed too much which sometimes also triggered fights when recording, but that's another topic.

"Stop both of you, it's obvious that the favorite is me" Ringo's voice was heard in the middle of everything. You and John stared at each other, waiting for who would say the first word "finally someone says something meaningful, thank you ringo" you said, as you rolled your eyes and leaned back in your seat. "Here among us, you are my favorite" George whispered to you next to you. you turned around, with a big smile on your face "you're my favorite too, Georgie" you said as you pinched her cheek.

that was a habit you had built over time. You remember the first time you did that, George looked at you with a big frown on his face. As if you had told me the worst insult in the world. The next few times you did it just to tease him and see his face, and over time he just got used to it.

"We're going to land guys, please take a seat and fasten your seatbelts" you heard people say all over the plane. Your nerves increased, just thinking about the number of people who would be in that place. expectant upon their arrival. You felt your nerves turn to nausea, and your hands began to sweat.

Your friend noticed your change in behavior, and asked if you were okay "I'm fine, just a little nervous. The usual," you told him. It was true, because of all the people in the band, for some reason you were the most nervous when you gave a concert. "If you know they will love you, right? Literally, those girls are obsessed with you, in a good way, obviously," he told you, and then grabbed your hand among more of his "so don't be afraid, just go out there and be you," he told you while kissing your hand.

The welcome was amazing. what do you say, it was spectacular. The girls (and some boys) were screaming and crying for the band, for all of you.

Your camera kept letting out little 'clicks' 'clicks' 'clicks'. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but your mind couldn't do more than that and say hello. Your heart swelled just seeing the number of people that were there. Multiple groups with giant posters with their names and faces cut out. girls crying and shouting their names, ecstatic by their presence.

When they went down the stairs you felt yourself floating among people. Like your heart wants to go with the fans and hug them all, but you knew that would probably go very wrong. you greeted and gave friendly smiles to everyone, some girls cried when you turned to look at them.

When we arrived at the hotel it was all laughter and silly conventions with the boys. You and Ringo sprawled on the nearest couch. Paul went for something to eat, while John talked nonstop. George was looking at them all from an individual couch with amusement. He was smoking, as always.

"Did you see them, they're crazy about us, crazy!!" shouted John in the air, "Are you ready to hunt some pretty birds here Richie?" you said, as you elbowed him. "no, I already have one, and it's right next to me" he said while winking "who is it? Don't tell me you're going out with the pillow on the couch?" said John, before Ringo could answer you jumped defensively: "It's about time you said it, my dear Ringo. Just so everyone knows, Ringo and I are dating." You said in a dramatic tone, pretending to be caught up in something. "What?! I thought ours was real, baby. How do you go out with him?" Paul shouted at you as he left the kitchen "No, that's false, we all know who you're dating here, dear Paulie" you said looking at him with complicity. Everyone laughed and looked at each other. "Don't reveal his secret, my dear," Ringo told you as he rolled a lock of your hair around his finger.

The boys smoked and ate some. You decided to eat a couple of cookies with a soft drink you found in the fridge. they would eat after doing all the interviews they had for that day.

they were all on the balcony. The fresh air carried away the smoke of cigarettes, and was enveloped with the smell of the city. "Guys, have you ever imagined getting here? Like it wasn't just yesterday that we were in the cave playing for the first time, and now we have a bunch of crazy fans, we're America and in a super fancy hotel". You told them as you looked out over the city. Thousands of cars and people were passing through the streets. The air moved your hair and collided with your face, it felt warm and fresh, different from the air in liverpool.

they turned to look at you, thinking about what to say "well, i don't think any of us could have imagined getting to this place. but we are here, we managed to form a band that is loved and admired by many. no one imagined that, but we are all grateful to be here, together" said Paul looking at them all.

They all smiled happily, each of them deep in thought about the situation. "these are our glory days, don't you think?" said John, as a mischievous smile spread across his face "let's not dwell on that now, let's enjoy the present, and all those pretty girls crying for us" he spoke again as he let out a small giggle.

Before anyone could say anything, one of the staff came into the room and said it was time for an interview. Everyone got dressed up to look presentable, while you went to touch up your make-up.

The tour to the site was not long. It felt cheerful and lively as always, everyone was obviously excited.

When they arrived, multiple cameras blinded them with their flashes. they stood where they were told to stand in the usual order. A myriad of microphones were in front of you, all trying to get some of your attention. There were probably more than 20 journalists in that place.

Questions came and went, all naturally thanks to the friendly energy of the band. it was the turn of a journalist, her voice reached your ears and it was probably the most beautiful voice you had ever heard before. she shouted your name and then asked "what do you think about the many rumours that you are dating George or one of the boys, is it true and how do you take it?"

you laughed. because to the surprise of many, you didn't date any of them, let alone would you date any of them. that would be disgusting "well, that's a dirty rumour that's been around forever. i don't date my little Georgie, or any of them-" "too bad" Ringo interrupted your answer, everyone burst out laughing and you gave Ringo a playful punch in the side. "stop it, stop it. but no, i don't go out with any of them, it's funny to me that they think so, but they are all very unbearable as friends, imagine as a couple. but if you want you can be my next bird, i don't know, think about it my dear". you said and then winked at the journalist.

it was obvious that many people didn't believe you. but to be true, you as friends were very close, and many people during your career had created rumours that you had a relationship with each other, or even that you had a polyamorous relationship, a rumour that left you very shocked.

at one point during the interview a journalist asked what their inspiration was when writing and creating music, a basic question that more than one person asked. each of the guys gave their answer, from moments that happened, or just minimal objects. when it was your turn (after thinking your answer through) you spoke "i would say they all inspire me. i just look at each one of them, and my mind flies between lyrics and clever melodies. it inspires me to know that i'm here, with them, that we achieve what we achieve together. there are times when we record that i just look at them and think 'wow, they're all so magnificent' and it's a very intimate feeling, you know. like a connection that makes me create for them, for the band, for the people who listen to us, for us to keep growing together as a band and as individuals. i don't know, i think so".

your response left more than one person in the room moved. it had been a response of your own, you had always been known as 'the sentimental beatle', a nickname you didn't like so much sometimes. you were a romantic of sorts, and you didn't deny it. your lyrics embodied your passion and love for things, and people loved that.

"What a romantic answer that was, darling" you heard John say from the other side. You could see the smile on his face without even glancing at him "Well my dear John, that's the effect of being away from you" you said as you looked at him and smiled.

for the rest of the interview the boys looked at you with joy and warmth. your answer had touched their hearts, even John's. loving looks and smiles turned your way every time you were asked questions. the boys wouldn't say it, they are too proud for that, but they were really grateful to you.

They had no energy for anything else, just eating and wanting to snuggle into the soft sheets of their bed. "I'm hungry, I feel like the worm in my stomach is eating itself" you shouted as they entered their bedroom "I want to sleep with you" George said as they sat next to each other on the sofa "Me too Geo, me too" you said with your eyes closed as you snuggled under his shoulder.

"do you want to know a secret, Geo?" you asked him while you were still in the same position "tell me dear" he said. his hand played with your hair, all the boys loved to do that "i love you, you and the boys, you don't know how much" you said to him while you changed position to look him in the eyes. on his face a smile was drawn, a real smile that showed his cute fangs. "I love your fangs, and Paulie's eyelashes, just like I love Rich's rings, and John's glasses. I really love you, all of you," you told him.

Your smile was shy, but pleasant. one that a grandmother gives you after a cozy hug.

"Why do you suddenly get so loving?, it seems that you are saying goodbye, are you going to die? tell me no, please, I couldn't stand this band without you" he told you as his hands found his "don't be silly Geo, I just wanted to make you feel loved. You never say things like that to each other, I thought it was time to show you my love, didn't you?" you replied, letting out a small chuckle. You felt shy for a moment, embarrassed by your love. "You know a lot of secrets about me, and you know that one of those secrets is that I love you. I know, you know it, everyone knows it, and in case it's not clear to you, I'll tell you again. I love you, my dear, I love you," he replied.

They both laughed, as if they were two kindergarten children who had just gotten into a mischief. Their love was real, a soulmate love, but not a love from beyond. You understood each other as no one else did, but not in that way.

"Wait, stay here, don't move," you told your friend. You left without giving him any explanation, straight to your room in search of your camera. You wanted to capture this moment "I'm back. Now, look at the camera for me, please," you said as you placed the camera at your eye level. George didn't have time to say a word when he heard the camera click "you didn't let me know!" he yelled at you, you laughed "you looked good, I swear, plus the best photos are spontaneous, believe me" you said calmly. "I just heard a click, maybe he was taking pictures without me?!?" they heard John shout from the kitchen. Those guys really had no bottom. Soon they were all huddled in the armchair, laughing and fighting with each other.

You took multiple photos. from candid photos of them talking and laughing, to them being in funny poses. "Let's go out on the balcony, I have an idea" you told everyone. Everyone followed you, the air was a little colder thanks to the scarce sun. Their streets were still as busy as when they arrived.

they all settled behind the city. The blue sky was visible in the background, next to their buildings and apartments. You turned your camera around, trying to move it as far away as possible, and you took the picture.

At the time you didn't know it, but that photo came out perfect.

Ringo smiled as he showed off his rings. Paul smiled as always, with that beautiful pose of his. John was looking at the camera through his beautiful glasses, smiling like no other photo. George posed with his cigarette dangling on his fingers, smiling like when they were 10 years old, the smoke adorning his face in an angelic way. And you were in the middle, with the brightest smile in the world, your eyes shining as you looked at the camera.

When they returned from the United States you kept that photo with your life after seeing it.

You took it to all the other concerts you had together, always kept in your pocket as if it were a lucky charm. And every time you felt discouraged you saw it, closed your eyes and remembered the moment.

And every time you turned to the photo you laughed, remembering as if it were yesterday when you shouted "let's go for those little glories days" as they left the room for their first concert. You remembered how they laughed, everything they enjoyed that stay. You remember the euphoria of going out to play and feel how the screams of people made you vibrate. You could feel their excitement despite being about 20 meters away from them, and you loved that.

There was nothing more rewarding than leaving the concert sweaty and with the adrenaline rush. Still feeling the strings of the guitar in your fingers.

That photo wasn't just a piece of paper. It was your reason, your motivation. That was the reason why you were here, how you got here. That was your reminder of why you did what you did, and why you kept doing it.

a/n: something a little different, I wanted to feed my hyperfixation that I've had lately for the Beatles.

[vestaignis]

Мобула - парящий над гладью воды житель морских глубин.

Мобулы, или рогачи(лат. Mobula) — род хрящевых рыб семейства орляковых скатов. Внешне очень похожи на своих более крупных сородичей - мант. Вариация размеров представителей этого рода скатов велика. Она колеблется от одного метра для самих мелких видов до пятиметровой ширины диска - у крупного средиземноморского рогача, масса которого составляет более тонны. Благодаря крыловидным плавникам, скаты быстро плавают. Кроме способности великолепно плавать , Мобулы могут летать. Они часто выпрыгивают из толщи воды на несколько метро��, время от времени делая один за другим целые серии прыжков. Зачем же мобулы выпрыгивают из воды? Мнения ученых на эту тему разделились: одни утверждают, что таким образом мобула-самец привлекает самку во время брачного сезона. Другие говорят, что так они избавляются от паразитов. А третьи твердят, что мобулы в своих "полетах" просто развлекаются.

Мобулы обитают в тропических и субтропических водах всех океанов. Крупные виды предпочитают вести уединенный образ жизни. Более мелкие представители семейства образуют крупные стаи. Подобные стаи можно встретить, например, у побережья Южной Америки. Основной рацион мобул – ракообразные, мелкие рыбы и зоопланктон. Этот скат обладает большим, колючим хвостом, который считается орудием для самообороны.

К сожалению, эти рыбы-птицы относятся к исчезающим видам. Их число стремительно сокращается из-за промыслового отлова.

Mobula is a deep-sea dweller hovering above the surface of the water.

Mobula, or stags (Latin Mobula) is a genus of cartilaginous fish of the eagle ray family. Outwardly, they are very similar to their larger relatives - mantas. The size variation of representatives of this genus of rays is great. It ranges from one meter for the smallest species to a five-meter disc width - for a large Mediterranean stag, whose weight is more than a ton. Thanks to the wing-like fins, rays swim quickly. In addition to the ability to swim superbly, Mobula can fly. They often jump out of the water for several meters, from time to time making one after another whole series of jumps. Why do mobulas jump out of the water? Scientists' opinions on this topic are divided: some argue that this is how the male mobula attracts a female during the mating season. Others say that this is how they get rid of parasites. And others insist that mobulas are simply having fun in their "flights".

Mobulas live in tropical and subtropical waters of all oceans. Large species prefer to lead a solitary life. Smaller representatives of the family form large schools. Such schools can be found, for example, off the coast of South America. The main diet of mobulas is crustaceans, small fish and zooplankton. This ray has a large, spiny tail, which is considered a weapon for self-defense. Unfortunately, these bird-fish are endangered species. Their numbers are rapidly declining due to commercial fishing.

Источник:/www.aqualogo.ru/Mobula_ryba_ptica, /klyos.livejournal. com/161402.html, /masterok.livejournal.com/605116.html, /dzen.ru/a/YMiPyh4B3kmg5pd, /fishbiosystem.ru/skate/Myliobatid ae/Mobula_japanica2.html,/dzen.ru/a/Y-Cn3KEGKinSI71D.

[pokemonshelterstories]

I know you're probably don't study this topic, but I was wondering if you had any theories on why there are so few pure flying type pokemon?

Is flying type energy just more unstable than other types? Making it latch on to another to become more stable? (Kinda like how an element reacts in order to form a more stable compound?)

I'm not a scientist who studies this, so I'm probably way off the mark, but I'm curious about what you think

i actually have studied this! i majored in ornithology, which is focused on bird pokemon in particular but also required me to understand a lot about flying types in general. and there's indeed a generally accepted reason for why pure flying types are uncommon!

mechanically powered flight- that is, flight that isn't achieved through levitation but instead by manipulating air using a physical body part- is something that takes quite a bit of time to develop from an evolutionary perspective. what we find in the development of typing in pokemon is that losing a type in the process of long-term evolution is much less common than adding another type on or mutating entirely from one type to another. so, as flight gradually developed in different evolutionary threads, those pokemon tended to keep their other original typing in the process of evolution. it's not that flying is an "unstable" type so much as it is that, if you've already developed one type to help you fit into your ecological niche, it's more efficient to maintain that niche than to throw it out entirely. think of it this way: if, for example, you've developed fire typing to be suited for living in hot environments but also want to fly around those environments, you're not going to toss out that fire typing and start over. there's more pressure to keep that original typing than to get rid of it.

this is also why so many bird pokemon from grasslands and forest environments are normal/flying type. if you're a normal type in these environments competing with all the other normal types, developing flight is a great way to carve a niche for yourself. and if you fly, you're going to spend a lot of time in high places. normal typing provides the advantage of being immune to ghost type energy, and only comes with the disadvantage of being weak to fighting type energy. but if you're spending a lot of time high up or in the air, you're more likely to have to deal with ghosts than you are with a pokemon that knows a lot of fighting type moves. plus, being flying type is already a pretty good deterrent to keep fighting types away from you! so there's not a ton of evolutionary pressure to get rid of your normal typing, but there's a pretty good reason to keep it.

[alwayscorvus]

hi hi!! bit of an unorthodox request, but if youre willing, would you be interested in writing a wuthering waves lumi fic with a fractsidus!reader whos infiltrating her delivery team? also not directly related, but i wanted to say the writing focus of your blog being generally top vibes male reader fics was very fun and i love it, its a rarely seen take you do well :))

Recipe for betrayal

malereader x Lumi, fluff;

damn, i love this idea so much. tbh i never paid too much attention to lumi but this combination... i had so much fun writing this! and ooooo thank you for the appreciation, it's nice to know that I'm doing fine job in filling the gap in this topic, at least a litlle bit

There was this little thing that you were constantly watching. Running from here to there. Small, grayish, extremely lively. Flashing in your eyes. Almost giving you a migraine. Leaving behind not much more than a pile of dust and pink trails.

While you were basking in the sunshine, sitting on the soft grass with one leg straight and other bent, supporting your arm, your total opposite was working her tail off.

She - far below, on the spreading plains. You - high up, on top of a lonely cliff.

You looked down on her but also with a little amusement. This little dot, not much different from a fearful mouse buzzing in the shadows of someone else's pantry, dashed from one town to another. Although she always carried all sorts of packages, they never slowed her down. Little creature continued to rush as if something was chasing her. Sometimes your eyes even found it difficult to capture the outline of her figure. Like a foggy flash she appeared and disappeared. Sometimes lost, looking around from side to side, as if she had forgotten something. Sometimes clumsy, almost dropping her cargo, but saving it at the last moment. But always absorbed in her work. From dawn to night. She was the one with whom you said goodbye to old days and hello to new ones.

Sometimes you even felt like climbing down to her. To block her way. To ask where such a little creature was in that much of a hurry. Tease her. Mock her. Entertain yourself at her expense. Watch her become annoyed. Wrinkle her nose. She had to do it, she had to react this way.

After all, in your eyes she was nothing more than a filmsy rodent.

Stupidly chasing after a piece of cheese. Waiting for someone to catch her in their trap.

-[M/N] - someone finally interrupted your observations.

You turned your back and saw one of fractsidus agent, whose name you didn't really know. He always refused to share it.

You turned back and murmured as a sign of listening. Little toy was gone.

-Why do you always sit here? -he asked, probably a little frustrated by your indifference.

But you didn't plan to answer him. It was none of his business. This little thing was only for you to play with. Even though you never really planned to face her. Even though you didn't have the courage to disturb her lifestyle.

Others had even less right to do so.

You were the only one who could know of her existence.

That's why you always came here alone. Here where the central view of all trade routes extended. Here where the green valley resembled a huge cage for a rodent, with a dozen toys and obstacles to overcome.

You thought several times about changing your favorite hiding place, designed for silence and rest. Especially at the beginning, when pounding of feet in the distance and the sound of frightened birds taking flight annoyed you greatly. But you were here first. This was your place. She was the intruder. She was the one who should disappear.

Over time however, you got used to it. So did deers and hares. Eventually, instead of running away at the sight of an oncoming threat, they began to watch with curiosity. While chewing fresh grass in slow movements. As if they were wondering, where is she heading this time?

Your companion let out a voice of annoyance. He probably didn't tolerate insubordination. Neither did you. You always obeyed them. You didn't think twice, you immediately followed orders. But now… now you really wanted to see her run again. See if she could manage to get back in time.

Birds were flying low, and clouds piled up unfriendly in the sky, foretelling a real downpour…

Of course, you weren't worried about the little pest. You just wanted to see her fur get wet. Have a little laugh…

-There is a new task to perform

At these words however, you couldn't help but react.

You rose quickly to your feet and shook off the remains of the dirt. Obediently following the man.

-My name is Lumi and I will be your new leader! You are [M/N], right?

A cheerful and energetic voice rang in your ears. Just what you imagined. Like a carefree person who doesn't know the hardships of life. Oh, how wrong you were back then.

Her appearance however…. Her appearance-

No. Definitely no. This is not how you imagined her. That means… she was petite. You towered over her and easily outgrew her by a head. She could melt in your embrace… And at the same time she was pretty adorable, almost overly sweet. Sprayed with whipped cream, topped with chocolate and covered with colorful sprinkles. A combination ideal for vomiting.

But besides that tiny face, small nose and innocent blushes, you noticed something more.

Something that didn't let you take your eyes off for long.

Whether it was something in her facial features or something in those exposed curves. Her outfit was far too perfectly fitted to her body.

You had a hard time deciding what made you think you couldn't call her ugly. Despite your greatest desire to compare her to the dirty rodent that you always thought she was. You never liked city people. They always thought of themselves as someone better than they really were. And she was one of them. Right?

You tried to shake off the mesmerizing effect.

Especially since her outstretched hand waited in the air for your reply.

With a charming smile, you shook a tiny palm. It really was small, twice the size of yours. It got lost in your fingers, yet- pleasantly tickled your chapped skin.

You reciprocated the warm greeting, forcing yourself to say a few cliché words. However, before you let her go from the claws of your grip, you squeezed her tighter. Much tighter. Something was spuring your ambition. You wanted to show her your strength. Prove that with one move you could break her in half.

You saw how in a fraction of a second, her little nose widened its nostrils and took in more air than average. How some impulse rushed through her body, speeding up her heart rate. Screaming the word “run” in the back of her head.

Like a mouse trapped at the sight of a dangerous black cat.

But Lumi shook herself off quickly. It must have been just her imagination, right? And maybe her reaction was not the result of fear but something else… Maybe a willingness to submit. Or maybe that longing look you sent her, really won her favor.

All for the sake of the mission.

She quickly slipped her hand out of your grasp and hid it behind her back. Almost casually intertwining it with the other.

-And that's Tangtang and Fulei! -she smiled broadly while introducing the rest of the lineup to you. There was not even a trace left of her earlier reaction.

You turned towards the guys. One smiled at you awkwardly, tilting his head 45° and scratching his neck persistently. Like not very bright animals, at the sight of something unfamiliar.

On the other hand, second one, with a goofy expression on his face and excessive excitement, almost threw himself on your neck. While pronouncing words, seemingly resembling something like “Welcome to our team.”

So that's the bunch of idiots that you were now supposed to work with.

Ship. A big huge ship. Something at the sight of which Tangtang and Fulei's knees trembled. While you reluctantly swallowed the gulp formed in your throat.

This didn't foreshadow anything good.

-Boys? Well, what's up? Are you guys coming!? - Lumi waved cheerfully to you, already at the top of the platform.

And you only groaned at this together.

Well, one lives once.

You emerged between the boys, patting them on the back in the meantime, which almost made them lose their balance.

-Well, gentlemen, I guess we're not going to keep the lady waiting- you announced joyfully while hiding your displeasure.

After all, you were glad to find someone weaker than you.

Your companions looked at each other seriously. They definitely didn't share your enthusiasm, let alone Lumi.

Leaning against the railing of the upper deck, you looked with boredom at the besky oceans surrounding you from all sides. Which, to tell the truth, was not the best idea, because it definitely didn't help your condition. You would have loved to throw up as soon as you boarded the ship yesterday. Get rid of all that nausea. But the satisfaction that could come from teasing the guys afterwards, about how miserable they looked, kept you at sanity. Vision of them kissing the ground and you standing right next to them. Proud, with your chest out, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Saying “so what? That wasn't so scary. Right, guys?” while they would curl up in convulsions. Yes, it was definitely too beautiful and too much fun. You couldn't miss this kind of opportunity. That's why you stuffed yourself every hour with onion brew, chasing away nausea. And with weird mint nectar, covering up the smell that scared away potential victims.

Suddenly, sparks lit up in your eyes. You piped up with curiosity and hurriedly slid down the railing. Wanting to hunt for your best prey.

Lumi. Just something about her gave you this irresistible urge to play on her nerves.

-So… little mousie…

With an amused smile, you popped out from behind her back. At this, she jumped up slightly frightened and puffed up her cheeks abruptly.

-How many times do I have to tell you that I am not a mouse!

You laughed heartily at this. She was so cute when she was upset.

That means…

Never mind.

Girl started to walk away quickly, trying to get rid of your pushy company as soon as possible. She was nice and open to everyone but you… Sometimes she couldn't stand being locked in one ship with you. She wanted to get away before you could get a glimpse of her raspberry cheeks.

You followed her with a slow step. Your hands were entwined behind your back, spine slightly hunched, and body swaying in rhythm of an silent melody. Thanks to your long legs, you easily matched Lumi's pace.

-Ah yes? And what are those ears? And that little tail- you finally asked overjoyed, not giving up.

At that, you straightened your hand and grabbed her swinging tail which was decorated with playfully flashing light at the end.

Lumi gasped.

Lamp suddenly shone with a stronger light, and after a while went out for good. In a flash, Lumi grabbed her sensitive feature and pulled it tightly to her chest, trying to hide it from your clammy hands.

She nuzzled one cheek into the sad light. Adding to this her pouty face. Lumi sensed how she had turned unpleasantly warm, how her whole face had gotten covered in high colour. Definitely not expecting something like this from you.

And you just wanted more. Little did she know that with these reactions she was only turning you on more. You bit your lip trying to control yourself. She was your “supervisor.” You should be careful with what you were doing.

However, Lumi was not worried about that. In addition to being confused by her own reaction, she also wanted to help you. In her own way. But how was she supposed to explain to you that mice were not the only rodents in this world… That there were still hamsters in this world…. Guinea pigs…. And not only that!

This problem seemed so simple yet embarrassing at the same time. Lumi wasn't sure why, but something about you was clearly very intimidating to her. And all the solutions she tried to deal with it, were failing.

Maybe if you understood, you could stop tormenting her like that… After all, you didn't do it on purpose, did you? You had no bad intentions, right?

-How do you like it in our team? Have you settled in yet?

Lumi tried to strike up a conversation on the way to her cabin. Why were you walking with her? It's not like you wanted to see her off… But at the same time you couldn't part ways with her. You talked to each other so often, she wanted to teach you so much… Being with her seemed so natural to you. That's why you automatically followed her when she went to grab something warmer from her room. At that moment, you almost regretted that you were mainly wearing undershirts. you wished so badly that you could lend her your leather jacket. She would certainly look so appealing if she dipped into it… It would have to reach her mid-thighs as if not lower, and her hands would be lost all over in the lengthy sleeves.

You were responding involuntarily, without thinking. Half-focused on desired images. Though, to be real… why did you have them? Lumi… Lumi is Lumi. Why imagine her in a different form than the one you knew from your cliff?

You stopped in front of a rotted wooden door. You raised your hand above your little creature's head and, leaning slightly over her body, swung the entrance open for her. Lumi hastily slipped inside.

You looked around the room gently, and your gaze involuntarily fell on something outstanding at the background of her bed. And by this you didn't mean the colorful sheets.

-Is that... a teddybear?

Lumi's body tensed all over. She turned towards you. At first she looked at you with wide-open eyes. Like a mouse trapped in the presence of a predator.

But after a moment, as if driven by a sudden energy, she rushed towards the bed. In the blink of an eye, something gray flashed in your field of vision. Lumi stood in the same place again. Clutching the hamster plushie tightly, she straightened her hands, sliding it towards you.

-Not any teddybear! That's my plushie! -she exclaimed proudly, fighting for her friend's good name.

You threw her a meaningful look and raised your eyebrows highly. As usually, you crossed your arms over the chest and leaned with one side against the door frame.

-Oh yeah. That definitely sounds better.

Lumi's confidence seemed to suddenly fade. Her shoulders slumped down. And a fine blush crept onto her face.

Cute.

You quickly shook your head, dismissing absurd thoughts.

It was already a lunch time. Whole crew dined together at a long wooden table under the deck. Loud chants, swaying from side to side, munching large portions of pork loin and absorbing excessive amounts of alcohol. Perfect time for a little “spying.”

Just kidding. You knew where you could find what you were interested in for quite some time. You took a good look at the routine of everyone on the ship. Analyzed which places they pay the most attention to. Which doors they never forget to close. And so you found yourself in a rather obvious place, which was the captain's cabin.

You slipped out after the first meal, when your companions were busy with heated gossip from the last mooring. With pretext of going to the bathroom. Not that anyone paid attention to you and asked where you were going.

On your way, you reached into the back pocket of your pants, where you kept the wire you had tested earlier. Although your steps were quick, the very movements of your hands showed great composure. You efficiently molded the wire into the shape from the night before.

When you inserted it into the lock and twisted, you heard a click and the satisfying sound of the hinges letting go.

Your experience had not failed you. You looked around to the side. There was no one around. You slipped inside and headed towards the bookcase and the drawer at which Lumi was suspiciously often around. Here you had to spend a few extra minutes and use the new wire.

As you expected, you found what you were looking for. All the necessary documents. If you add your observations and what you heard, you have a full package.

You photographed everything and put it back on the pile in the exact same order.

When you closed the drawer you were accompanied with hesitation.

You were tormented by some strange feeling. But you couldn't quite define it. You had never experienced something like this before. Like a burning sensation in your chest. Something taking control of your body and slowing your movements. Some kind of sorrowness and reluctance, replacing your usual pride and confidence. A quiet little voice in the back of your head, saying Lumi's name. What will her reaction be when she finds out? How will her eyes change? What will she say to you? Will she burst out? Yell? Will she even utter a word?

But she won't find out.

Besides. Even if. By that time you'll long since be in another city with your own team. Yeah…. your team…

You were sitting together on the cliff, where you made a short stop after completing deliveries. You no longer remembered why you actually set off on your journey together. Lumi probably wanted you to gain some experience from her. And you, on the other hand, most likely wanted to seize the opportunity to gather additional information.

Lumi was lying on her stomach, kicking her legs in the air. She supported her head with one bent hand, while the other drew patterns on the grass. With dreamy eyes, she was talking eagerly about something. You didn't even know what she was joking about. You just focused on her melodious voice. It gave you such a pleasure… It drowned out the silence that had been with you all your life.

You involuntarily smiled while admiring her facial features. Those lovely, plump cheeks with arousing pink tint. Tiny, playfully wrinkling nose. Tempting lips with corners always raised. And those big eyes with mesmerizing rose glimmer…

A smile just had to pop out onto your face. And along with it, the pain in your jaw. As if you had strained a long-unused muscle.

You felt that strange sensation again. Odd thoughts came over you. Once again, their keyword was Lumi. What will she think of you if she finds out? Will she be disappointed?

No. After all, she could't be disappointed when she had no expectations towards you.

No one ever had. No one thought you could achive anything more. No one saw your potential. You didn't deserve to go to school. Or to take any kind of job. You couldn't hope to start a family. People looked down on you. They didn't trust you. A boy in torn clothes. Wandering around the dark streets. Probably involved in some sort of dark scam. An outcast.

Only fractsidus took you in. With each new theft you became more important. With each new fight you won, you climbed higher in the ranks. They looked up to you thanks to your reliable strategies and original plans. Elders even allowed you to sit at their campfire during dinners. They knew you would do any dirty work they entrusted to you. Even the hardest one. And you'd come out of it unharmed. Returning to camp with a blank stare. Without any feelings.

You couldn't let them down.

Sun had already set, and the cold air was rushing you to get home as soon as possible. Again you walked her back. Again you said goodbye to the day with her.

Would you greet it with her again tomorrow?

You shook your head to chase this thought away from you as quickly as possible. It's not that this was your last night. It's not that you had already gathered all the evidence you needed…

You stopped. Lumi smiled broadly in your direction. “Will you come in?”

You couldn't say no to her. Though you weren't certain why. You had already made sure that she had arrived safely and that there was no one suspicious hanging around.

Girl's house seemed… empty. True, it had a lot of souvenirs in it, junk from various places, postcards from some village and strange paintings of mountains. But the thin layer of dust on the shelves suggested it had been a while since anyone stepped in for a longer period of time.

Lumi left you alone for a moment and rushed up to the top of the creaky old staircase. You couldn't miss such an opportunity. After all, it might have been one of your last. And you had to do your mission well.

Maybe-… Maybe if you found something…. Maybe-…. Maybe a little blackmail? So that she could not escape from you.

You passed the wooden wall that contained decorations and separated hallway from the living room. You didn't know where to start, but knowing Lumi you had little time.

You looked around the bookcase. Reached into the cabinets and most potential hiding places. Then you focused on the coffee table. Maybe in a hurry and her natural gullibility she forgot to hide something. After all, she wasn't expecting visitors. And you both had only recently returned back to town.

As you moved the papers you heard an unusual rustle. You turned around rapidly. And behind your back you saw a startled Lumi, with her mouth slightly open.

Fuck.

You looked at the table again. Searching for rescue in the panick. You couldn't let yourself be exposed. Not now. Not ever.

Yes!

Confident and with an amused smile, you grabbed the photo frame, standing calmly right next to the cup full of dried grounds.

-This is what baby mice look like after birth? No fur, just skin and folds?

Lumi puffed up her cheeks, turned her mouth into a grimace, wrinkled her nose and forehead. Not to mention her classic skin color change. From porcelain to…. well, this time strawberry. Not embarrassed, more irritated. Though you knew she wasn't serious. She also liked how you teased her.

-Put. That. Down.

You laughed and raised your free hand in a defensive gesture.

-Okay okay, dear Jue, you don't have to be so uptight.

When the edge of the frame tapped against the wooden surface again, girl immediately calmed down and returned to her normal cheerful state. However, this didn't change the fact that she persistently began to push you out of the apartment. As if in embarrassment, she wanted to hide from you as soon as possible. And also she was not planning to give you more room for jokes. She probably preferred to end this evening in peaceful spirits. Especially since she enjoyed your shared stop in the meadow so much.

-That's for you - she said in the doorway when you were already outside.

Only now did you notice the metal box that she was holding. You gently took it from her. As if afraid that you might break something handed by her.

-I'm only learning… -she began shyly- To tell you the truth, this is just my very first batch! But apparently they say that this cookie recipe cannot be spoiled! And I remember how much you liked snacks from the bakery in Hongzhen. As if you had never eaten them before! -she joked with fascination. And you looked at her with eyes wide open. Not actually knowing what to do with yourself.

She cared-

-Soooo-…. see you tomorrow! -she suddenly threw out, embarrassed by her sudden boldness.

Before door slammed in front of you with a bang, you felt the gentle touch of plumpy lips on your cheek.

You were not granted with one more glimpse of her raspberry cheeks. Nor with the swishy tail.

-Yeah… see you…

[yerimbrit]

[flufftober day 28, wc: 804] - sleepover : 10 hour flight

“HEY GUYS,” you wave, holding your bag full of your necessities and clothes for the night. that’s right, you’re staying over at your girlfriend’s place! which is also your cousin’s place. which is also minji, danielle, and haerin’s place. which also may or may not be the newjeans dorm. because your girlfriend is hanni from newjeans. 

wow, you still can’t believe that you’re dating hanni from newjeans, and you didn’t even meet as a fan—you met on some random day at the airport, strangers-to-lovers-trope type of shit. 

minji and hyein are the ones who answer the door for you, and minji immediately sighs, “you better not pull anything tonight.”

“you bet, MJ,” you click your tongue playfully and shoot a finger-gun at her, “no shady business that was planned.”

hyein gives you a hug, and- “oh my god, you got taller again!”

the younger girl is about to make a height comparison with her hands until you spot danielle who pushes her out of the way to give you a hug. “y/n! i haven’t seen you in forever, you’re so busy with school!”

a slight headache invades your mind for a split second when she mentions ‘school’. “i’ve got deadlines, a painting to finish, and a thesis to write, dani. don’t remind me…”

the australian shoots you a pitying look, before making way for hanni, who strikes a pose before strutting over to you. “hello, guest.”

oh, another thing you learned is that hanni can be pretty unintentionally funny at times. like how she’s greeting you like some sci-fi bigshot. “hello, your highness,” you bow, hovering your hand over your chest. 

she brings you in for a short peck on the lips, causing haerin (who just walked into the living room) to cover hyein’s eyes, and for minji to cover haerin’s eyes. danielle smiles and walks to the kitchen. “i missed you, y/n.”

“i missed you too, han,” you smile fondly at her before she leads you into the apartment. everyone gathers in her room where you also put your bag of things in. 

it’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve been to the dorm, but it hasn’t been that long since you’ve seen the girls—danielle was exaggerating. you just stopped by their practice room two days ago to drop off some food that hyein’s mom made for them. not that your absence has changed anything, the dorm is pretty much the same save for a big banner featuring their ‘right now’ characters. 

in hanni’s room, she’s moved around some stuff, like the record player that’s playing a mac demarco vinyl right now. there’s also a whole section dedicated to organizing the various supplies that you’ve forgotten while you were over the few dozens (maybe even hundreds) of times over two years. you’re pretty sure there’s even stuff you left in hyein’s room, whoops.

you climb up on her loft bed (which she’s been saying she’s gonna replace, but she hasn’t yet) and hang your legs over the edge. minji sends you a warning look from her place on the floor. hanni looks concerned, but joins you criss-cross on the bed, holding her ‘fluffy’ plush (yes, the one from despicable me) to her chest.

a few conversations start, like danielle bringing up sylvanian families and getting haerin very invested in the discussion, which led to the topic shifting to cats, and then your sketch of a cat you saw on the way here, and somehow sparking your flame of inspiration.

you slowly lean forward, trying to get a view of the girls that are sitting on the floor (or bean bag, in haerin’s case) because just a little more and you’ll have a perfect bird’s eye view.

hanni notices your movements and widens her eyes, “y/n, you’re gonna fall!”

“it’s not that high,” you try to reassure her, still inching off of the bed, danielle, hyein, and minji scoot away just in case you actually fall, which you probably will, based on their previous experiences with you. come on, you mostly stopped doing those stunts a long time ago, because you knew hanni would worry! it’s not like you’re gonna—

“y/n!”

…you fell. that kind of hurt. “uh, don’t worry guys. it’s just a sprain.”

haerin winces as she looks at your present state. “your arm is bent the other way.”

it is? you look at your arm and, oh. “i guess it is—oh shit.”

…

“i can’t believe i’m in the er with you. again,” hanni sighs heavily, poking at the cast wrapped around your arm.

you blow a strand of your bangs out of your face. “at least i didn’t break two of my ribs again. hey, wanna reenact our first kiss?”

your girlfriend stares blankly at you. you raise your unbroken arm in defense. “no? okay…”

flufftober masterlist!

a/n : i miss u 10 hour flight

[chiaraswritings]

Hello can I ask a work from you? :) Maybe Batmom pranks Bruce and the boys (plus steph and cassie) where she goes in labor. By like just putting water on the floor. It’s super chaotic and they all end up slipping on it. She doesn’t tell them it’s a prank until their halfway to the hospital and it’s just super chaotic and funny. Tysm!

Batprank

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Pregnancy, water breaking, pranking, mentions of sexual intercourse, romantic scenes between a married couple. This is not suitable for younger readers. 18+.

Word Count: 2.5K words

Summary: Batmom!reader decides to try out a prank that she found on social media.

Author's Note: Great story idea, anon. Posting this ten minutes before leaving for work, I'm not even dressed yet. So if there are typos or mistakes I'll come back later and edit them out. Don't have bad time management, kids. I hope everyone reading is safe and well, and I hope you all enjoy.

Listen on Spotify while you read…

Part Two

Sunday afternoons could only be described one way in this household. Long and lazy, sometimes excruciatingly so. I was scrolling on my favorite social media app again, watching short videos. If Bruce were laying with me, he'd say I was doom scrolling. He often discouraged the kids and I from this practice of scrolling through short videos for hours on end, but there was hardly anything else to do on an afternoon like this. 

I cradled my swollen stomach, one hand resting over my navel, the other propping my phone on the bed. Inside my womb, I could feel flutters of movement, vibrations moving through my stomach. Pausing the video I was watching, I looked down at my stomach. The baby I was carrying had woken and was pushing against the front of my tummy. "Ouch. I know you're just stretching, but you have to wait to come out, little one." I returned my attention to the video of directions on how to fold towels to look like birds. 

My thumb swiped mindlessly over the screen for several more minutes. My brain wasn't really processing anything of what I was seeing. I was mainly focused on the baby's movements, feeling her stretch and kick, thinking about the cradle that Dick and Jason had put together for their little sister several weeks before and how it would soon have a newborn in it. Thinking about the songs I was going to sing to her at night. Thinking about seeing Bruce hold her for the first time. 

After about ten recommended videos that didn't interest me, I got ready to close the app. I might as well do something more useful with my time. As I swiped to view one last video, the picture of a pregnant woman caught my eye. I watched with interest as she emptied a bottle of water onto the floor next to a flight of stairs, before keeling over clutching her stomach and calling a man's name, along with the news that her water had broken. Much to my amusement, her partner came rushing down the stairs, slipping on the water and sliding across the floor on his backside. I couldn't help but chuckle. It was a good prank, though probably staged, as most pranks on this app tend to be at some level. Would this actually work? I wondered to myself. I closed the app on my phone before pressing the power button to darken the screen. Standing up wasn't my favorite, but I wanted to go see what my husband was up to.

I moved down the stairs cautiously, using the handrail. Falling could damage the organs that kept the baby safe, which is why Bruce had suggested moving to a bedroom on the first floor until she arrived. We hadn't done that yet, but it wasn't the worst idea. Anything to keep little Ava safe. Or Emma. Or something. Over the last seven months, Bruce and I had both been advocating for our own choice of name for the baby. Not that it would matter once we were finally able to hold her in our arms. 

Once I had descended down the first flight of stairs, I happened to look back at the steps behind me. It reminded me of the short video I had watched a couple minutes before. I wondered again if the prank actually worked, or if it was staged. What the family's reactions would be if I pulled that sort-of-cruel prank on them. Chuckling at the thought, I started moving towards the entrance to the Batcave.

I followed the stairs down to the dark, cold cave that I had learned to love. After all, this was home to my husband's greatest passion, and I would never try to get in between him and what made him feel fulfilled. I smiled upon seeing my dearest at the Batcomputer. Bruce was fixated on the screen, hardly noticing when I ran my hands over his shoulders from behind, my arms wrapping around his neck. "Hi there."

He looked up, not startled, but he hadn't expected my presence. "You're supposed to be resting."

I pressed a kiss to his bristly cheek. "I got tired of resting."

He turned the chair to face me. His large hands ran over my stomach, trying to feel the movement of his child, but she had already gone back to sleep, it seemed. "Can you wake her up so I can feel her?"

I looked down at him, laughing. "How exactly do you propose I do that?" 

He glared at me, but I could see the smile in his eyes. "I don't know how you do that, I've never been pregnant before."

Chuckling, I pecked his lips. "I'd want to know if you had been." Turning my attention to the screen, I noticed the faces of several inmates that had escaped the nearby asylum recently. "Getting anywhere on the case?" 

Bruce stood before turning me so my back was to the computer before kissing my lips sweetly. "You're not allowed to think about anything stressful right now, do you understand?"

I chuckled, looking up into his pretty blue eyes. "My poor baby, are you stressed?"

"Maybe. Lots of things going on at the moment." My husband knelt in front of me, pressing gentle kisses to my stomach. "Thinking about the case, the pregnancy, the company, the kids, all of it all at once."

My fingers ran through his uncombed hair. "Don't worry, the baby will be here soon, and you can scratch pregnancy off your worry list."

His eyes met mine again as he gently kissed my stomach. "I'll have a baby to worry about then. You'll tell me right away when your water breaks, won't you?" 

Smiling, I took his face in my hands. "You'll be the first to know. After Ava and I, of course." 

Bruce's eyes narrowed playfully, and he stood up once again. "You mean Emma?"

I chuckled and pulled him down slightly to brush my nose against his, our lips not quite meeting. "I mean Ava." 

"You mean Emma," Bruce grinned, kissing me passionately, stroking my stomach with his thumbs. A giggle escaped my throat, but I didn't break the kiss. He moved his hands to my hips, his caresses moving to my sides. 

"I thought you guys promised not to have sex in the cave anymore?" Stephanie's voice cut through our kiss, causing me to jump and Bruce to turn his head to glare at her. 

"We are not having sex, though we still can at eight months," Bruce gave me a side glance. 

I returned the glance. "You try having sex with a nearly full-grown baby in your tummy. Give it a try, let's see how you like it."

"Fair enough," he muttered before pecking my lips. 

Stephanie rolled her eyes as she passed us. "Disgusting, don't talk about it in the cave anymore either."

I chuckled, giving the girl's shoulder a squeeze and my husband's cheek a kiss. "I'm heading back upstairs, sex talk averted." 

Feeling Bruce grab my hand, I turned my head back towards him. "You will tell me when you go into labor?"

Reassuringly squeezing his hand, I smiled. "I promise I will. But I'm pretty sure we have some time before that happens." 

I made my way up the stairs, leaving Bruce to grump about our moment being interrupted. When I reached the landing, I was greeted by Alfred, who offered me a tall glass of water. "You'll remember what the doctor said about water consumption, madam," he held it out to me, and I almost reluctantly accepted it. 

"I do remember, but I don't think I can consume much else after that wonderful lunch you prepared for us, Alfred." 

"Flattery gets you nowhere, miss. Drink it all." He stood there so expectantly, his gaze piercing me like a sharp knife. Hesitantly, I sipped from the glass. My words had been the honest truth, I was still full from lunch. At least finishing a small amount got Alfred to turn and head back towards the kitchen. 

I looked at the glass in my hand that was still nearly full. Finishing it completely would be too impossible a feat at the moment, but I didn't feel like pouring it down the drain. I thought once again of that short video, of the woman with her own bottle of water, and suddenly, I knew exactly what to do with the remaining water. 

...

I had successfully emptied the glass of water onto the floor, a puddle beneath my feet. I made sure to splash some on my clothes before stuffing the glass inside an indoor potted bush. Someone would find it later, I was sure. The prank had been set perfectly next to the staircase on the marble flooring. Observing the scene, I grinned. If this actually were to work... 

"Damian, go tell your father that my water broke!" I yelled up the stairs for the person I knew to be in his room. 

I saw his head pop around the corner, observing with narrowed eyes, already suspicious. He was always suspicious. But my staged scene was convincing enough. Holding back mirth, I watched as his eyes widened and he made four bounds down the thirty stairs before disappearing into the Batcave's entrance.

Before I could get my laughter out of my system, Bruce, Stephanie, Damian, and Tim were tripping over each other in their haste to be by my side. I clutched my stomach and groaned in mock agony.

"Mom!" I watched with amusement as Tim rushed to my side before falling victim to the puddle of water and slipping, falling and sliding across the floor on his backside. Stephanie, ignoring Tim's accident, was the first to arrive at my side, her enthusiasm clear.

"Is Emma coming?!" She put her hand on my stomach, trying to feel the movement of the baby. I couldn't help but chuckle slightly while acting like I was in pain. 

"You mean Ava is coming!" Bruce was about to scoop me into his arms, but instead, slipped in the puddle and landed next to Tim on the marble floor. I ignored my husband's groaning and decided to fight for the victory, while still clutching my stomach. 

"Ava? You really mean it?"

"Yes!" Bruce hastily picked himself up, but I could see his bruised ego underneath his concern and panic. Before I could ensure that my battle for my daughter's name was won, I was picked up and nearly dropped again as Bruce clumsily fought with the closet door that stored the delivery bag we had packed a month or two before. "Timothy, get the bag out of the closet!"

I covered my mouth to keep my laughter inside. Tim had been watching the scene with interest from the floor, but he snapped to attention to retrieve the bag. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jason rounding the corner, looking like he had just woken from a long slumber. 

"Wha's goin on?" His sleepy eyes weren't registering the display before him. 

"Your mother is about to give birth in our hallway!" My poor husband growled before marching with me to the entryway of the mansion. 

"Oh, congratu... huh?" Jason blinked at me. 

"Alfred! Where's the damn car!" Bruce was sweating at this point, but I was thoroughly amused. This prank actually worked.

"In the garage, sir, would you like me to fetch it for you?" Alfred, the only calm soul in the vicinity, called from the kitchen. 

"Yes! Right now!" 

Seconds later, I was being half carried, half hauled out the front door. A small crowd of our family members had gathered, trying to be as helpful as they could, but in reality it was simply Cassandra and Stephanie badgering Bruce with questions about when they could come see the baby, Tim slipping once again in the puddle, and Jason trying to get through to Dick's cell phone. It was when I was stuck in the back seat of the car like a bag full of golf clubs that I decided it was time to come clean. "Guys, I'm just kid-" 

I was cut off when Damian slid into the seat next to me with his beloved sword drawn. "Come on, Pennyworth, drive!" His words were intensified as he waved the sword in the air. 

"Damian, no, it was just a-"

"Damian, you put that away this instant!" Bruce cut me off once again. "You'll kill your sister before she's even born!" I could see Alfred giving us a side eye from the driver's seat.

"Bruce, Bruce, my water didn't even-" 

"Don't worry, one of the kids will clean it up, let's go!" He pushed Damian out of the seat and took his place before slamming the car door shut. 

Alfred glanced at us from the rearview mirror. "Yes sir, is the madam comfortable?"

"No I'm not comfortable!" I grabbed Bruce's hand, trying to get his focus as the car pulled out of the gates.  I noticed that the car was turning the opposite direction of the hospital. "Darling, I was-"

"I know it hurts, just hang on," he pressed a kiss to my cheek before proceeding to dial Dick's number on his cell phone. "Why isn't he picking up?!"

"It was a prank!" Laughing, I grabbed his face in my hands, forcing him to look into my eyes. "Darling, darling, I was just kidding. It was a prank." 

His eyes were blank for a moment before the realization hit. "Are you ser... (Y/N)!" 

Chuckling, I pressed my lips to his forehead. "She's not coming yet, I just wanted to see if you'd fall for it."

"But of course I would... did... fall for it..." He grabbed my hand in mine before sighing and kissing the back of it. "Alfred, she pranked us."

"Yes, sir, she certainly did." I could see the butler's half amused glare from the mirror before the car came to a stop at a red light.

My husband pressed a kiss to my lips before giving me an unamused look. "We're naming her Emma, you've lost your naming rights."

I burst into laughter, returning the glare. "I am her mother, I have naming rights!"

He chuckled, shaking his head at me. "Not after that stunt. Don't you agree, Alfred?"

Alfred didn't respond to the question, but instead nodded at the shopping center next to the stoplight. "How convenient, we happen to be right next to the madam's favorite restaurant, shall we make a stop?"

"Yes, that's perfect." Bruce pressed a kiss to my cheek as the car pulled into the parking lot. "I'll get your usual and we can bring it home?" 

"Perfect indeed," I chuckled, still in shock that my prank had worked so well. I rested my hand on my stomach while my husband stepped out of the car. Watching him disappear into the doors of the restaurant, I looked over at Alfred. "This restaurant is nowhere near the hospital." 

"I do know that, madam." 

"And we were supposed to be going to the hospital." 

"Were we?"

"You knew?" 

Alfred turned in the driver's seat, holding up the empty water glass I had stored in the bush just minutes before, giving me a displeased glance. "I'd bury it a bit deeper next time, Miss (Y/N)." 

Part Two

✧ Masterlist

✧ Similar Fanfiction

✧ Spotify

✧ Pinterest (Coming soon)

[skeletinmoss]

Ruffled feathers

Chapter 4: A new neighbor

Ships: Prinxiety, Logicality, Dukeciet, Remile

Patton and Virgil are brothers in this one

Thanks @lovelivingmydreams for being my beta

First chapter | Previous

It was a relatively slow month from Patton's perspective.

Emile gave him a bitter nail polish and it was actually stopping him from biting his claws as much. He also received a treat from his new fawn friend whenever he reported that he stopped himself, but now with nail polish it seemed a little too easy to be earned.

Doc caught on pretty quickly and just started to stop by for tea and treats when he felt like it.

Virgil also joined on the tea parties from time to time. He didn't admit it, but he was a fan of brownie cookies. So him joining perfectly correlated with the presence of said sweets at the table.

Pat was more interested in a new thing going on between his brother and Roman. They seemed to get along better now.

They had a game. Virgil would pretend to steal more kitchen utensils and Roman would buy them out with something shiny. His secret nest was so full of goods that it soon will be pretty easy to find.

Also with both of the birds speaking human everyone could hear the sass and snark that the black avian was.

Well almost everyone…

Janus and Logan still hadn't come back. They were still on the mission.

Patton missed Logan. They had something that he couldn't quite put into words.

Logan was very smart. He knew how the stars were made and he knew how the rainbows formed. One time, before his departure, they talked about flight, and he knew everything as if he could fly himself. Patton sometimes forgot that he wasn't an avian.

Of course he used many words Patton couldn't understand. But just hearing him talk was interesting. The passion in his voice, the spark of child-like wonder in his eyes, the way he couldn't quite control his hands while excited to teach the older avian a new topic…

Patton missed talking to Logan.

Maybe that was the main reason why he became so nervous when Emile got a call from him.

« Hello?» Emile answered, and unfortunately avian could only hear one side of the conversation. « No, it's out of order at the moment… Yes. How far away are you?... Well I'm afraid we'll need more time than that. We can use the avian's bathroom. It'll take less time to prepare… Oh I'm sure they won't mind when we explain the reason… Yes… I'll make sure everything is prepared for your arrival. Drive safely» he finished the call and stood up from the portable table they set up for the tea party.

« I'm afraid we will have to finish early today. You're going to have a neighbor and we have to prepare a very cold bath for him,» Doc explained while calling someone else and going towards the bathroom. He checked the temperature of the water and set it to the negative. « Roman? Yes, hello. We need a lot of ice in avian's bathroom. We have a selkie arriving. Is Remus next to you?... I'll call him next then,» he said, coming out of the bathroom.

He gestured for the avians to follow him simultaneously calling the second twin. « Hello Remus. We need the pool enclosure set up to northern standards. Bring a lot of ice. We're setting up a temporary enclosure in the bathroom, so take as much time as you need,» he instructed.

Finally he faced the avians, « Help Roman with ice and I'll take care of other stuff.»

The hour flew by fast. Both avians hissed from the cold after carrying that much ice, their hands were not used to cold temperatures. And finally their curiosity was about to get satisfied.

Logan and Janus swiftly jumped out of the van and carried the new someone into the bathroom. It was a selkie, just as Emile mentioned. Instead of legs he had a seal's tail littered in spots and circular patterns, upper half of his body was covered in the same patterns. And the hoodie he was wearing looked like he made it out of his own skin.

Selkies as the old off breeds of mermaids were a rarity in the wild. Because of the difference between their tail and their upper body they were not entirely suitable for their own habitat. Their upper body, a part passes to them from the warm water mermaids, requiered clothes to stay warm witch were hard to make in the underwater polar environment. Most selkies left in the world were more used to the cold then their predecessors, but still experienced trouble with temperature regulation. Overheating or freezing the selkie was very easy, and the selkie in front of them was definitely suffering from a heat stroke.

Avians were curiously peeping from behind the door not daring to interrupt the professionals. Emile was busy coming up with recovery plans and needed medicine. Other team members fetched all needed materials and were constantly in and out of the room.

« So we have to fix his overheating problem first. Then we can talk about malnourishment. He's so skinny! We need fat on those bones yesterday,» Emile instructed, mostly towards his coworkers because the selkie didn't seem interested in the conversation whatsoever. From time to time Doc would have to stick his hand into the ice cold water to retrieve the guy who was slowly trying to sink all the way to the bottom, from which Emile's hands started to look rather red.

Soon the diagnostic and temporary enclosure were completed and the patient was allowed to sulk back to the bottom. Emile thanked Roman, Logan and Janus for their good work and send them to rest. As soon as Logan left the bathroom Patton hopped on his shoulder.

« Greetings, Patton. It's been a while,» the technician nodded.

« Hey-ah, Logie. I was worried you two got in some trouble,» Patton confessed with a hopeful look in his eyes.

« That we did,» Logan surprised him, « We actually had a lot of difficulties with this mission. We couldn't approach this situation like we did with your rescue, the event was too big so we risked being overpowered and caught without rescuing anyone. Our cover was almost blown on the first day, and we had to play the long game to build our 'reputation' and image. Then we had trouble actually buying the selkie. I already told you how we don't give money to those people, so every time we're undercover we need to pretend to buy the creature but instead we steal them at the most convenient moment. But because we needed the water for the selkie, and we didn't know we would be rescuing a water creature so we didn't think to take an aquarium with us, which was very stupid of us,» he admitted. «We couldn't just grab him and run. And getting an aquarium on the spot without raising suspicion of not being as rich as we were pretending to be was quite a challenge,» Logan ranted.

« And after all this trouble we almost lost him, because they don't let people in the room with their purchase without paying first!» he exclaimed swinging his hands to the side, making the avian jump and reajuste himself on the shoulder.

« Wow. That must have been really stressful. How did you get out of this one?» the bird wondered.

The technician gestured for him to lean closer, « You didn't hear this from me, but Janus knows how to make fake checks.»

« Those super detailed paper things?» Pat specified. Getting a nod from Logan he let out an impressed whistle. « He's so talented!»

While the older avian was having a long awaited conversation with his friend Emile was busy warming up with a cup of tea and freshening up his oceanic vocabulary. Out of all of the languages he knew this one was his weakest by far. Northern dialect was hard to learn with the lack of native speakers willing to go on contact with a stranger. He had a few sources that taught this language, but without speaking with a native Emile's pronunciation was pretty atrocious.

After recovering from a frost bite he decided to visit the patient again. He brought frozen fish with him. It would solve both a problem with overheating and malnourishment.

A selkie seemed to be back to the surface. But instead of cautiously taking in the new environment he looked more like he owned the place.

« Please eat this fish,» Emile pleaded in his broken oceanic.

The creature looked at him skepticaly, then at the fish, and then begrudgingly held up his hand to receive the plate and started eating.

« You pronounce it wrong. You say fish with 'ur' not 'ra' sound,» selkie scolded him.

« I'm sorry. I don't have a person to teach me,» fawn admitted.

« That sentence is just completely inside out,» selkie huffed and then proceeded saying the sentence correctly. He then started making demands only a couple of which Emile could actually understand. More food and it shouldn't be fish.

« Is the temperature ok?» doctor asked instead. Making sure the climate was right was most important now.

« It's fine,» the selkie begrudgingly admitted. « You're cute, so I can forgive the lack in service.»

This patient might be his greatest challenge yet, Emile could feel it.

Tag list: @aphandgflover @yourdragonwitchroyalty @warcats-cat @aevhee @cyanide-violence @fandomfollowerart

[creative-frequency]

DAY 6: Neuvillette (Genshin Impact) x Reader: 10. “If I could go back in time, I’d still choose you.”

It’s raining in the Court of Fontaine.

You take a lingering look outside as you pass a window inside Palais Mermonia. The weather looks miserable; you see people darting here and there on their business down at the plaza. Plump raindrops splatter against the window in a gush of strong wind and start a diagonal race down the surface.

Your eyes close for a heartbeat. There is something comforting in the rain and the sounds of its rhythmic dance. It soothes an ache you never realise you’re feeling on a clear day.

“Is… everything alright?”

The soft tone startles you, but simultaneously you recognise the voice.

“Monsieur Neuvillette!” You curtsy before the Iudex, pulling your eyes off the cloudy, grey sky. “Apologies, I was… daydreaming.”

You look up to see Neuvillette chuckling quietly, looking endlessly amused for some reason.

“It’s quite alright. The weather has me feeling ponderous, too,” he says and casts a look of his own through the window. Only it seems that his eyes see far more than yours ever could.

You take advantage of the quiet moment to inspect him. Since you were just on your way to see Neuvillette, this seems as good a time as any to broach the topic.

“Monsieur…” you start and pause to find the right words.

“Is there something on your mind?” Neuvillette asks, head tilting and slightly leaning forward on his cane. His full attention weighs on you, prodding at the insecure thoughts swirling in your mind.

“I’ve been wondering… You never told me exactly why you chose me for this?”

The words are out in a surge of desperation and it feels like jumping from a ledge into the great deep sea. Momentarily, the impact on the surface stuns you, but quickly you’re able to gather your bearings and face the Iudex with your head held high.

His expression is contemplative with a flash of warm curiosity. He has probably been waiting for you to ask this for a while now.

Neuvillette steps closer, carefully, and reaches out to take your hand into his. He cradles your hand between his palms, humming to himself. Warmth swells inside your chest at the contact.

“I chose you, so you could reach your full potential, undisturbed,” he finally replies in a soft voice.

You huff in disbelief. “You must regret the decision already.”

“If I could go back in time, I would still choose you.” 

Neuvillette’s hold tightens just slightly, as if emphasising the words. Your heart flutters like the wings of a tiny bird taking flight. The connection you feel is not just physical, but there is something deeper as you gaze into his searching, lilac eyes. The moment lingers and the raindrops continue pummeling the window as you stand still in the corridor.

[transmascutena]

Bird Symbolism in Revolutionary Girl Utena

There is quite a large amount of bird and bird-related imagery, symbolism, allegories and metaphors in Revolutionary Girl Utena, and i think all of them are very interesting. Here is a ~2000 word essay about the topic.

The Birdcage Garden: Anthy and Ohtori Academy

This is perhaps the most obvious of the bird symbols in Utena. It is literally Anthy's cage. It is where she, as the Rose Bride, is supposed to spend her time watering the flowers. Touga talks about never letting her out of it once he wins her, and calls her a "lovely little bird." And doesn't that just sum up what so many people's idealized version of her is like? A pretty thing to be admired, only in captivity.

I think the birdcage can also be seen as a sort of microcosm of Ohtori Academy as a whole. Akio does call the school "a garden where people will never become adults," after all, and Anthy is not the only person trapped there, nor is she the only character associated with birds.

According to this analysis, "Ohtori" as a word can mean "big bird" in japanese, and is also a Japanese term for the Fenghuang bird in Chinese mythology, said to be "beautiful, immortal and rules over all birds." Sounds a lot like a certain someone in charge of this place, doesn't it? Which would make every person in Ohtori a bird, symbolically speaking, trapped in the cage that is the academy and ruled by Akio (who, despite being the biggest, and the one with the most control, is also a caged bird.)

Additionally, the statue on the gate to the dueling arena is in the shape of a bird, before it transforms into a rose when opened. I am not sure exactly what this means, but I assume it is in some way symbolic of Akio, Anthy and Ohtori.

The Bird and the Window: Shiori and Juri

The bird that flies into the window during Shiori and Juri's conversation in episode 17 is a Java Sparrow. Despite its name, it is a part of the Estrildid Finch family, but I think the symbolism for sparrows fits the context more, as they can represent love, devotion and compainionship, all of which are very relevant for Juri and Shiori.

The bird is also the symbolic item for Shiori's black rose duel, which means we should associate the bird mainly with her. What, exactly, is the window, then? I think it is symbolic of Shiori's feelings for Juri, Juri's feelings for Shiori, or most likely both. The bird hits the window directly after Juri says "Is that all you have to say to me?" and turns to leave. The bird hits something it could not see in its flight, just as Shiori hits against something that hurts her, even if she doesn't understand it, in her conversation with Juri. The bird is shown to be lying still, presumably dead, after Juri reveals that she was never in love with the boy Shiori "stole" from her.

The bird is shown again after Juri throws her locket in the lake, and before Shiori finds it in her dorm. I've heard it discussed that this implies the bird retrieved the locket (probably through Anthy-as-Mamiya), and if the bird is symbolic of Shiori and the locket is symbolic of Juri's feelings for her, it would mean Shiori is the one to bring them back after Juri tries to rid herself of them. This makes sense.

The Bird Nest: Kozue and Miki

The bird nest that Kozue rescues from the tree that is going to be cut down is symbolic of her and Miki. Or, at least they are symbolic of how Kozue views the two of them. The comparison is pretty straightforward; Kozue projects her and Miki's feelings of abandonment onto these baby chicks, who have been left behind by their parents, just like the two of them were when their parents divorced. I think she projects her protectiveness over her brother moreso than her own feelings about the whole thing, as Kozue likes to think of herself as very independent ("a wild animal") and very unaffected by it all. As seen by her attempt to save the birds in the first place, she is very willing to put herself at risk, and is less concerned with her own feelings/safety.

Now, I don't want to get too much into speculation, but I have to wonder if there was more going on in the Kaoru family than just the divorce and the too-high expectations for the "twin prodigies." Miki's uncharacteristic cynicism in saying "adults who tell you something is for your own good can never be trusted," as well as Kozue's total disregard for authority and her tendency to use her sexuality as a tool both concern me. Although Miki and Kozue's parents are not explicitly shown to be abusive, I do not think it is a stretch to say that there is a possibility that they were. It explains some of Kozue's behaviour in regards to Miki as well. It's not just posesiveness but protectiveness. She has needed to protect him before, and she feels she needs to protect him still (pushing the predatory teacher down the stairs, saving the birds she sees his innocence in.)

Interestingly enough, Anthy interacts with these chicks as well. She advices Miki on how to feed and take care of them. Utena even comments on how unusually straight forward she's being about the whole thing. This might just be another instance of characterizing Anthy as a person who is fond of animals, and that is certainly part of it, but i think there is more to it as well. If these baby birds are symbolic of (Miki and Kozue's, but also a general) feeling of abandonment by parents/adults, as well as their potential abuse, what does that mean for Anthy not only knowing how to take care of them, but being eager to talk about it? Could it perhaps be that she, like Kozue, sees herself in them? Like Kozue, Anthy herself is symbolically a bird, but a caged one in contrast to Kozue's claims of being a wild animal. Could it be that Anthy has had to become an expert in taking care of those (herself) that have been abandoned or failed or abused by the adults in their lives? Rememeber that this is the same episode where she says that Akio is more like a father to her than a brother. A parallel is indirectly being drawn between him and the Kaoru parents.

If Miki and Kozue's parents were abusive, this might be a rare moment of Anthy empathising with other victims, telling them through metaphor how to take care of themselves. Although, it doesn't keep her from continuing to manipulate them, as she goes on to say her line about returning the chicks to their mother, which is what sets Kozue off. Anthy also says that she's never actually raised chicks before. Maybe she's not very good at taking care of them (herself) after all.

There's also what looks like two caged parakeets in Miki's flashback of their childhood. I assume this has similar meaning to Anthy's birdcage, as a feeling of being trapped, in this case by their parents' expectations for them. Kozue used to be a caged bird, but now claims to be a wild one, despite still being inside the birdcage that is Ohtori.

Brood Parasitism: Nanami and Touga (and Utena)

The Kaoru's are not the only sibling pair in Utena to be compared to birds. In Episode 31, Her Tragedy, a pretty unique shadow play is put on in the Chairman's Tower about a cuckoo leaving its egg in another bird's nest, a phenomenon known as brood parasitism. It also references the fairy tale The Ugly Duckling by Hans Christian Andersen. Perhaps the most interesting part of this play is that it's done in the style of the ones in the black rose arc, with C-Ko playing all the roles, the return of the monkey-catching robot, and Utena's fourth-wall breaking commentary at the end. I won't get into what this means, as it doesn't have anything to do with the bird metaphor, but maybe in another post.

This shadow play is about how Nanami and Touga were adopted, and specifically about Nanami's feelings on the matter. Of course adopted children are not parasites, but it makes sense for Nanami to think along those lines, considering her fear of being compared to animals or aliens, and of being ostracized by the society she lives in. Nanami doesn't actually know that she is adopted, only that Touga is, which muddies that interpretation a little. Perhaps it is about Nanami blaming Touga's birth parents for "leaving him in another nest"? Something about her resentment of Touga at this point in time, thinking of him as a parasite in their family? Or simply her fear of what not being his blood-relative means.

I'm more confident about the Ugly Duckling reference, and it being symbolic of Nanami's worry of not fitting in among her peers. Nanami mainly copes with this by thinking that the reason she doesn't fit in, is because she is actually better than everybody else, because she's related to Touga (being a beautiful swan among the common ducks.) The play ends with the cuckoo insisting that it will become a swan one day, when really it can't. It will never be a duck that fits in, either. It will always just be what it is, a parasite (a space-alien. A girl who lays eggs.) This reflects Nanami's despair at the idea that she's "just another fly in the swarm" after her duel in the next episode.

And like all the shadow plays this one can be interpreted as being about Utena as well. She is an orphan who is now being raised in Akio and Anthy's "nest". Although she wasn't placed there by anyone but Akio himself, so it's more about her insecurities about feeling like an outsider in their family. And like the Ugly Duckling/cuckoo, she is also out of place among the rest of the students, and dreams of growing up to be something she can't actually become, in this case a prince. (credits to this analysis on the shadow plays for helping me piece together my thoughts on that. Always cite your sources!)

Cuckoos can also be symbolic of one-sided love, and is the origin of the word cuckoldry. Make of that what you will.

I should mention that Nanami also lays an egg of her own a few episodes prior. ...Or does she?

Her nightmare sequences show her fears of being compared to a chicken, a turtle, a frog, and of course, a space alien, but it is quite obviously a bird egg. And since we are later shown that Anthy has a chicken named Nanami, much like the cow with the same name, it can be assumed that the egg comes from there, and that Anthy brought it to Nanami's bed, perhaps via Chu-Chu. Could this relate to the brood parasitism of the cuckoo in some way? Is this not one bird (Anthy) laying its egg in another bird's (Nanami's) nest (bed) and getting them to raise it? is this what Anthy means when she tells Miki she has never personally raised chicks? Are all of these metaphors connected??? There's also the fan-theory that Nanami's egg hatched a reincarnated Chu-Chu, and in that case would he be the baby cuckoo while Anthy is the mother and Nanami is the duck? I'll be honest I'm not really sure what to make of it at this point. Draw whatever conclusion you want!

Last and probably least interesting is the third of Nanami associated bird imagery: the crow in episode 10. Crows can be symbolic of death, and it feels safe to say that this one is just here to set the mood of the scene, and as visual confirmation that the kitten did indeed die. Not too much to say there.

The Chicken and the Egg: The Student Council

I'd be remiss if i didn't mention the student council's chicken and egg speech in this post as well, even if it has been analyzed to hell and back by hundreds of people before me. It is a reference to Hermann Hesse's book Demian. It is about breaking out of childhood and into adulthood. It is about escaping Ohtori, which is both the egg and the cage (and interestingly enough, during the speech birds can be seen flying by outside the cage of the elevator.) In Nanami's version of the egg speech she mentions "the cage of freedom" and how it cares for the chick. This something that ideally should be true for schools. A place that limits children, but in a way that prepares them for the adult world. Of course, Ohtori as a system has no interest in this, as it is a cage in its most literal sense: a place to keep people trapped. Trapped in their harmful behaviours, in their lack of growth, in their idealized memories of the past, and most of all, in childhood.

And with that, we have come full circle back to Anthy's birdcage as a symbol for all of Ohtori. Thanks for reading :)

[ireadwithmyears]

A Happy Medium (Part 1): Not Enough

Pairing: Tech/fem reader

next part

Word count: 1.9 k (I know, I didn’t think I was capable of writing something this short either)😂

Tags/warnings: 18+ content (minors DNI), smut, referenced oral sex (F receiving), discussion of and working through clitoral hypersensitivity, thigh riding

Summary: When your body betrays you in the heat of a moment that is supposed to be enjoyable, you are frustrated. But Tech, being Tech, finds a way to adapt.

Authors note: If you know me, you know that I love Tech. I love him so much and he is wonderful. But if you know me, then you also know that I am very picky when it comes to his characterization, and when it comes to writing him, this has become quite the tricky spot for me, as I’m not totally confident in my abilities to do so authentically. I also, in a completely different vein, wanted to explore a topic that isn’t discussed nearly enough, in my humble opinion. And that is the trials and tribulations of having a female body that doesn’t always make intimacy with others easy due to its own, shall we say, special quirks? So I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone. Because the only way to get better at doing something that makes you uncomfortable, unfortunately, is to keep doing it, and, simply because I thought he would be an excellent partner to work with when it comes to exploring this particular topic, here we are, and I hope you enjoy it. This is to be a three-part miniseries, and it is by no means romantic, perfect candlelit smut handed to you on a tray. It’s explorative, it can be awkward at times and it’s real, and my hope is that some people will be able to resonate with that.

“You may proceed.”

The unfazed, almost nonchalant way in which he says it makes your cheeks heat with a blush. You duck your head attempting to hide it, not wanting to catch the attention of the amber orbs behind his goggles, because this is embarrassing.

It doesn’t matter that he had tried to reassure you of otherwise, even going to the length of pulling up factually backed-up statistics and numbers to demonstrate that this was, in fact, not just a you-problem and that, all in all, it was a quite common and perfectly normal barrier to encounter.

If it was so common, you had thought to yourself with a twist of bitterness that you couldn’t entirely conceal, then why did no one talk about it?

Why did no one tell you that oral sex, which seemed to be coveted as this wonderful, otherworldly experience, instead felt...kind of awful?

Okay, maybe that was overkill. But in all honesty, the first drag of Tech’s tongue across your clit had felt like fire, your entire body going rigid and your breath catching in your throat. You thought you had just been surprised, and decided that maybe if you just stuck it out a bit longer, the sensation would melt into something enjoyable.

But it didn’t. 

You had remained frozen, stuck in the limbo between fight or flight as the all-encompassing,  almost to the point of being painful, sensations continued to build. And then his lips, gentle and curious, had enclosed around the small nub, and before you knew it, you were flinching away, crying out that it was too much and that you couldn’t as you frantically tried to close your legs.

That had begun much more tentative trial and error experimenting, with Tech peppering you with a series of bluntly forward and to the point questions that had made you blush so hard as you answered that you were sorely tempted to hide your face against the pillows.

He had determined, after you had haltingly explained how, when you were getting yourself off, you usually found it easier to move against something, that a change of position and technique was in order.

“You have come to the reasonable conclusion that, due to your sensitivities, it is much more effective for you to be able to maintain and control how much pressure, and how broad and or focussed the stimulation you receive is,” he had stated, fingers lightly tapping against his knee in thought.

You had nodded, because yes? Maybe you hadn’t thought about it so deeply, and only really saw your solution as a means to an end rather than a well-thought out and perfectly logical solution, but yeah—what he had described was such an on-the-nose reflection of your experience that it was easy for you to go along with whatever his line of thought was leading to.

His line of thought, however, had taken you by more than slight surprise and had found you with his expectant gaze looking down at you while your legs straddled one of his broad thighs. You were rendered completely incapable of doing anything but perching there, frozen and unsure, despite knowing in the back of your head what you were expected to do next.

“Tech,” you mutter, your cheeks still heated and unable to tear your eyes away from how your legs rest on either side of his thigh, “I can’t.”

His fingers are light beneath your chin but insistent as he tilts it upward, quirking an eyebrow as he looks down at you. You swear the way his thigh muscles tense and flex slightly beneath you is deliberate. “I think you can,” he counters, and there’s both a slight edge of challenge and a gentler underlying encouragement laced within his tone.

Here you are, perched in his lap and completely bare. Meanwhile, he’s still wearing his blacks, and the heated, slightly rough material dragging against your folds as he presses it up against you has you shivering, your head tilting back.

“Show me,” he tells you, his voice a low command against your ear as he slowly rocks his thigh against you, the material of his blacks catching so deliciously against your clit that you think you might whimper softly. “Show me how you make yourself come.”

“B-but I can’t when you’re just watching me like this,” you say, your voice strained. Despite your protest, you’re tentatively beginning to move your hips, slow and exploring as you try to find what feels good.

“Oh, I can assure you that I will be doing more than simply watching,” Tech murmurs, and before you know it, his face is buried against your neck, the feeling of his breaths causing you to shudder, and his lips, warm as they trace a path upward towards the shell of your ear, where he languidly drags his tongue, make you let out a rather undignified whine.

“Did you know,” he muses conversationally, his voice barely above a whisper, “that the ears are one of the most sensitive erogenous zones on the body?”

“I-is right now really the time for infodumping?” you ask, hands reaching out to grip onto his shoulders, attempting to steady yourself as your hips continue to move, the strong, taut muscles of his thigh firm and heated as they press against your core.

“Mm,” he hums low, a soft exhalation of breath before his lips suddenly close around your earlobe, lightly tugging it as he runs it between his teeth, the result of which seeming to send a jolt of heat straight between your legs, your thighs squeezing around his legs and the careful rhythm you had been building with the slow circles of your hips stuttering in response. “I believe that information to be pertinent, as yours particularly seem to elicit a favorable response to stimulation.” 

You don’t have to look at him to see the shit-eating smirk that’s pulling at the corners of his lips. Not that—with the heated, firm expanse of his thigh dragging against your folds and surrounding your clit with a warm, pleasantly building pleasure—you could really bring yourself to care at this point.

“There are others,” he continues, seemingly unfazed by your quickening breaths or the tight grip you have on his shoulders as you rock your hips with growing speed against his thigh. “I believe it was right here...”

His lips return to a particularly tender spot on the side of your neck, tongue fluttering over the rapidly beating pulse point beneath, listening to the stammered whimper you let out in response. 

“Mm,” he hums against your skin, teeth lightly grazing over the spot. “That’s the one.”

You can’t help the soft moan that falls from your lips, your hips continuing to squirm as you now desperately attempt to chase the high that is taking its sweet time sneaking up on you.

“I quite enjoy how responsive you are to this particular area, but I wonder...”

Tech’s gaze is shameless as he drags his eyes along your form, observing with pleasure your head tilted back with your cheeks flushed, your eyes fluttered shut. They linger on your chest, his lips parting.

“The nipples can also be an extremely erogenous zone for some,” he murmurs, unable to tear his eyes away from how your breasts move as you continue to circle your hips. “What I find that I am particularly enjoying about having you in this position is how they are at the perfect height for me to look at as you pleasure yourself.”

He reaches up, his hand warm and large as it lightly cups one of your breasts, thumb slow and teasing as it drags along the underside, coaxing your nipple to harden. He experimentally rolls the pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger, and at the stuttered gasp of pleasure he gets in response, he gives it a gentle tweak, softly pulling until you moan.

He leans forward, cupping the other in his hand and blowing out a cool breath against your skin. He leaves a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses that surround the swell of your breast, tongue lightly swirling over your areola before, with a gentle suck, he takes your hardening nipple into his mouth, combining slow, coaxing drags of his tongue and quick, light flicks against it until he feels it fully stand at attention, letting out a pleased hum against your skin.

“I do not wish to neglect other erogenous areas,” Tech continues, and you have to wonder if he knows how thoroughly he’s made a mess of you, your mind engulfed by a thick, pleasure-filled haze that only grows thicker with every touch, every increasingly desperate rock of your hips against him.

“The lower back, notably, is quite the vulnerable area when it comes to being touched,” he whispers, fingernails lightly dragging down your spine. “But I have no intention of neglecting this.”

His hand descends further, lightly caressing over the curve of your ass, before squeezing more firmly, roughly kneading it until you moan, your thighs clenching around his.

“T-Tech,” you whimper, arching and growing more frantic in your movements. “I need, I need more.”

He hums, adjusting to press his thigh more roughly against your pussy, lightly rocking it so that it drags with more pressure against your clit. You whine, your head tipping back, and Tech smirks, taking the opportunity to lean forward and trail his lips towards your ear.

“I can feel how wet you are against me,” he murmurs low against your ear, and you blush, suddenly very aware of the wet trail that clings to the material of his blacks. “Does this feel good?” he asks, his hand back to toying with one of your nipples.

“Yes,” you whine, your cheeks flushed and your head thrown back. “Fuck, yes it does.”

“Then why don’t you show me how good it feels and come?” he asks, voice rough against your ear.

You whimper, his words being the final nudge that pushes you over the edge, your hips feverish as they roll against his thigh. 

Your own thighs have locked around his. You’re only able to focus on the white hot, searing pleasure that throbs through your pussy in long, lingering pulses, until you’re left gasping and clinging to Tech for dear life, tipped forward and slumped against him.

In the silence that follows, you breathe, listening to Tech’s own soft breaths, feeling his gaze, heavy and wanting, fixated on you as you look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Well,” Tech comments, his voice quiet as his arms settle around you lightly. “I believe that was effective.”

“It was,” you agree, nodding your head, hesitating before continuing. “But I don’t want that to be the only way you can get me off.”

It was nice, there’s no denying that. Far more pleasurable than grinding against your hand or rubbing yourself against a pillow. But it’s still a lot of work for your hips, and perhaps you’re being a little bit greedy for thinking so, but you still want more.

“Of course not,” he murmurs in agreement, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I believe I can learn from my prior missteps and adapt to your sensitivities when delivering oral stimulation, if you would be agreeable to trying it again.”

You hum, nodding your head and looking up at him, a mix of trust and curiosity in your eyes as you study his features.

“Yeah,” you agree. “I think I’d like that.”

Thank you to @moosgraphics for these amazing bad batch themed dividers. And thank you all for reading. If you enjoyed, please consider dropping a reblog. It would be so appreciated.🙏