#v: kestrel

[poewingsdameron]

Years Later

@collateralclone || moved from X ||

The sudden tug startled him far more than the shootout, his senses stretched to avoid getting shot, to assess who was shooting and why, and though he had been sure he had been in the clear of the flying bolts... well, it might have not looked so to the man who decided to pull him to safety.

A man whom Kestrel knew, he realized to his utter shock, staring at him for a long second. That face, though changed by passing years and hardship, was all too familiar still, and brought back so many memories. But it wasn’t really that what shocked him, or made him recognize the clone not jus as a clone, but one whom he knew... or at least had known, all those years ago.

And though admitting that was out of the question... helping him wasn’t and Kestrel sprung into action right away trying to take a look at the wound which the man got while pulling him into safety. And though he wanted to argue at the clone’s refusal... he was presenting a strong argument. The last thing Kestrel needed was getting on imperial radars in any way, shape or form.

“...alright then. But I’m patching it up when we’re out of here.”

[rabbityfrogs]

Radio Free Telemachus

Recently started listening to The Strange Case of Starship Iris, and decided to draw my interpretation of the Radio Free Telemachus people :DD

Tis an amazing podcast, highly recommend listening to it if you have not already

[avantegarda]

hello girls i saw a tumblr poll that inspired my meme brain

[astranovus]

@auroradicit / for Kes

"First time I've seen your squad in action."

And all he could think about was the jetpack. It wasn't unusual when he got to work with clones who wore them, but this squad was different. They were special, with their winged packs. Not that Anakin could use the regular packs. He'd once gotten to use one in exchange for five minutes of his lightsaber. Obi-Wan was, as expected, furious.

"Is it really a Separatist base like we thought?"

[dunmertwink]

The title page of a little comic im working on 😌

[cosmickestrels]

Ok listen hear me out:

"Skeleton" by Set It Off is just so much a Maruki song

[criticalrolo]

I’m trying to put together an instrumental soundtrack playlist for Kestrel, I’ve got a handful of tracks together already but I’m Asking The Audience for Input if you’ve got any ideas. Anyone have any favorite instrumental tracks that remind them of a prodigy war mage who decided to stab himself in the brain instead of let The Enemy learn about time magic?

[carrionsong]

oh. thats a mountain lion. like a legit, real one oh my god . <- was out on a walk the other day around sunset and the neighborhood he walks in is really close to a heavily forested area where theyve joked with their mom about mountain lions catching them. auhgh

[celestialprincesse]

🌹💞

Simon Riley does not like Valentines day. To him, it's another one of those pointless holidays people use as an excuse for overconsumption and to try and show off how their lives are better than everyone else's. Simon hates the excessive gaudiness of it all and the lame hearts and flowers. Seriously, how much thought does someone put into a wilting bouquet of red roses and some overpriced chocolates in a flimsy heart shaped box - they're at the front of every supermarket throughout basically all of February, everywhere.

Simon Riley hates Valentines day until he meets you. Bumps into you at the local florist, unusually unaware of his surroundings as he stews on the pointless idiocy of another lame holiday. The way you squeal as the three dozen peonies wrapped in brown paper tumble to the floor which you land rather inelegantly beside snaps him from his reverie with a grunt. "Fuck - shite - M' so sorry love." He stutters out, feeling like all the air has been punched from his chest when he sees your big eyes staring up at him with wild confusion, now crumpled flowers long forgotten as you stare up at the intoxicatingly rich brown eyes of the man before you. Although, man doesn't feel like the right word for him, tall and strong and holding out a hand the size of your head to help you up, your peonies dwarfed by his long fingers as he helps you up.

You vaguely hear yourself mumble something in response, an awkward stutter like a lovesick teenager asking their crush to the movies, met by a strong hand to the top of your bicep, soothing you, asking if you're alright. A concerned eyebrow furrows when you don't respond, just stand there gawking like a fish. He wonders if maybe you hit your head on the way down, and he was too dumbstruck by the flurry of soft silky skin, glossy, sun-struck hair and petals to see. You look like you've just seen God, and he looks like he's just seen the most beautiful thing said God could ever have crafted.

"Are you okay?" The low timbre of his voice - you don't even know how to react, so dazed and confused and there's butterflies - no, not butterflies, bald eagles and kestrels and ospreys, massive feathery wings beating against your diaphragm and rendering you speechless - butterflies are for normal men. The man before you is too monumental for butterflies.

"Yes! Yes." You squeak in embarrassment like a mouse under a cat's paw, looking defeatedly down at your flowers, brown eyes following your gaze with a sympathetic look.

"Were these for someone?" He seems almost a little flustered by his foolish lack of spatial awareness, which just so happened to strike at the worst time, seeing as now he stands before you, clutching a withering bouquet, failing to save this conversation. Both of you stand like that together, in some strange limbo, like time has stood still in order to force you together, not starting back up again until this conversation goes somewhere. "Just me." You murmur, voice so pathetically small under the draw of his magnetism. He's probably here to get flowers for his girlfriend, or fiancee even. She'll probably turn up any second, beautiful and charismatic and just as magnetic as the man before you is.

"Let me buy you some more, yeah?" He nods his head back in the direction of the fancier florist in town, the one you'd splurged on in a valentines induced self-pity party. He buys you three dozen pink peonies, matching paper and ribbons too. He also insists on taking you for a coffee, and buying you some silly pink and white frosted cake in the excuse that your blood sugars probably dropped after the fall and some other fake nonsense like that. You obviously say yes, to the flowers and the coffee and the cake - to the gentle smiles and the crease of his warm brown eyes, his hand on the small of your back. Both of you say yes to giving Valentines day a try.

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Some short simple little V day fluff for y'all the brain isn't braining at the moment but also wanted to give you all a little Valentines day present because ily

[dark-moonlust]

The Summoning of Vassago

Commission for anonymous Patreon friend for August 2024! Enjoy! Slots are open!

Pairing: demon oc: Vassago x witch oc: Kestrel

Summary: Kestrel, a white witch, struggles to sleep because of a spell book filled with dark magic. After having a vivid dream about a mysterious man with brilliant orange eyes, she discovers the book on her bed, despite leaving it in her office. Unable to resist, she casts the spell, summoning Vassago, a strong demon who promises to grant her deepest wishes.

Warnings: minors don't interact, NSFW, explicit smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, size kink and big 🍆, lots of 💦, mating bite.

Kestrel tossed and grumbled as visions, powerful and unsettling consumed her sleep. A man chased her in her dreams, tall and handsome, his presence so strong it made her feel heated throughout. It felt so real. He caught her, trapping her in his embrace. He had dark hair and eyes that burned with an orange glow. A grin on his handsome lips, he held an ancient spell book and pointed to a specific page and cryptic symbols. His captivating eyes prompted her to look closer, and she did.

Eyes snapping open, she jolted awake, her forehead sweaty, her heart racing. A strange heat burned deep inside her. Magic, pure and primal flew through her, crackling beneath her skin. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned and saw the spell book on the bed beside her. She stared at it in disbelief. She could swear she had left it in her office, locked away.

Yet there it was, sitting innocently, open on the same page as the stranger had shown her in her dream.

Chills spread throughout her skin.

The night was strangely silent, the air dense with a tension she couldn't shake.

She had not expected her dreams to be absorbed by the spell book she had brought home from the library. The book buzzed with black magic, and she intended to safeguard the innocent by bringing it home for safekeeping. She could withstand bad magic since she was a white witch, strong and surrounded by the bright light of good magic.

But now, after the dream and the unexpected movement of the book, she wasn't so sure. 

Closing her eyes, she tried to calm herself, but as soon as her eyelashes slid shut, she saw him. He appeared again, towering and powerful, his eyes piercing through her like before. Kestrel’s eyes snapped open, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. She glanced at the book and the heat inside her grew stronger, almost unbearable. It was as if her own magic was boiling beneath her skin, demanding release.

Kestrel hesitated, biting her lip as energy sizzled from the book. It spoke her name in a deep voice that only she could hear and understand. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to touch the page of her dream. The symbols came from an ancient script she didn't identify, but she comprehended every word. Her heart thudded, her core clenched as she focused on the name written across the page:

Vassago.

When her fingertips touched the name, a burst of magic passed through her. She gasped and her body lit up with power, a raw and uncontrollable force rolling through her. She felt alive, more alive than she had ever felt.

Dangerous. It was dangerous. He was dangerous.

The demon Vassago, the demon of temptation, able to make one’s wildest fantasies and desires come true. He wasn't simply a demon, but a supreme being with enormous power, the kind witches like her were warned never to summon. According to legend, strong sorcerers sacrificed their lives to confine Vassago in the book for seeking a forbidden treasure.

But now, it was too late. The book was crumbling, its magic unleashed, the demon half-released.

The heat inside her intensified, leaving her feeling achingly empty. Her magic burned with the desire to be released, and the more she fought, the more it clawed at her insides, demanding that she cast the spell and let it go. Before she could stop herself, she was reciting the spell. The air in her small bedroom thickened as the magic around her swirled like a storm, gathering in intensity. The shadows deepened and only the light from the full moon cast shafts of light through the deepening darkness.

And then, he appeared.

Vassago emerged from a circle of shadows, his dark presence dominating the room and dwarfing her form. Dark hair fell on his shoulders, whisps cascading over his angular face, and those eyes—those exact flaming orange eyes from her dream—gazed at her with fierce intensity. And bloody hell, he was naked, his body sculpted like stone, every muscle defined and rippling under his dark skin.

Kestrel gulped, unable to take her gaze away from him, his bulging cock, and heavy balls. He was huge in every way and his bits were just as provocative. His dick was long, thick and throbbing, the girth of it covered in ridges. The great demon stood at the foot of her bed, his lips twisted into a knowing smile as if he'd been waiting for this moment.

“You called for me,” he said in a deep husky voice. “And I came." 

Kestrel remained breathless, her magic humming beneath her skin as she met his gaze. She tried to resist, fight him, but his power and presence engulfed her, drawing her in and drowning her senses. She wasn’t afraid as she should have been but instead, she felt… excited. Thrilled. Aroused. In need.

Vassago crawled onto her bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip. “You summoned me, my treasure. And I shall fulfill your deepest desires,” he said in a low, seductive murmur. “Shall we begin?”

“No!” The very word hurt her soul. Kestrel denied the agony and grabbed the covers, trying to ignore the heat in his body. He was only inches away from her curled form. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she stammered. “Go away… please…”

Yet, even as she spoke the words, something inside her shifted, unleashing a knot of desire deep in her core. Her magic, wild and untamed, flared inside her, wetness pooling in her pussy. She had never before been so aroused, every inch of her body so achingly alive with need. And the delicious heat of him was overwhelming, it made her rub her thighs, unable to control herself. 

“Your body says what your heart is reluctant to accept.” Vassago crawled to her, his big body caging her in. “You can’t deny what you truly want, Kestrel.”

Kestrel's pulse quickened, and she shook her head, but she did not react when he dragged away the covers. She only sighed pleasurably, desiring his touch on her. It felt so good to be touched by him. Vassago’s smile widened, his sharp fangs glinting as he trailed his fingertips over her clothed shoulders. She shivered and looked at him, her face flushed.

“I can feel it, Kestrel,” he whispered, his mouth poised over her lips. He didn’t touch her, but his breath scalded her. “You called for me—your soul, your body, your magic… they crave me.”

“I can’t…” she muttered, her hands shaking into fists at her sides. “I can’t let you in.”

“You don’t have to fight it. Let go, my treasure. Let me give you what we’ve both been denied. All you have to do is say yes.”

The moment he lowered his head and took her lips, a low, needy whimper escaped her. Kestrel’s heart and body betrayed her. He claimed her mouth, his tongue coaxing it open so that his tongue could slip inside. Kestrel moaned and clutched his chest, nails digging into the hard muscles as he fed her his tongue, thrusting it into her mouth. Their tongues danced and mated, her magic leaping to meet his and merging.

“Say yes?” he asked, peppering moist kisses on her neck.

“Yes…” Kestrel whispered, finally giving in. Her soul wanted him.

Her body trembled at his touch, a swirling tempest of desire and lust urging her onward. He took action, pushing his fingers into her hips as he lowered her down, his strong body covering hers. Skillful hands tugged at her clothes until she was fully exposed to his eyes. She shuddered, biting her lip as he took his fill of her, his gaze kissing her naked body.

“Kestrel…” he whispered, entranced.

His mate was a vision of soft, natural beauty; flushed and needy, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds, her honey-blonde hair fanning over the sheets. Lips soft and pink from his kisses. Breasts round and pert, nipples taut and begging to be suckled. Thighs soft and creamy and in between, the prettiest, most glistening pussy that seemed to glow with its own magic.

His lips crashed against hers and she melted under him, her legs opening, her arms wrapping around his neck. Big hands cupped her breasts, his fingers squeezing her nipples causing Kestrel to whine. Mouth leaving her mouth, he wetted one nipple then shifted to the other. He suckled them loudly while his free hand opened her thighs and draped them over his bulging thighs.

Trickles of arousal oozed out of her pussy and in a heartbeat, he was devouring it, head between her legs, his warm mouth fastened over her cunt. Kestrel squirmed but his hands held her in place. She could only whine as he swirled his wicked tongue, lapping up her essence. The demon feasted on her, then settled on her clit while thrusting a thick finger inside. She saw stars, she floated in a sky of pleasure and came with unbidden cries, her orgasm more explosive than anything she had ever felt before.

He didn’t stop.

One finger became two, two became three, spreading her hole wider. The pressure on her clit increased, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her. It was too much but she arched into his touch, every fiber of her being desperate for him to fill her. Frantic, Kestrel reached down and grasped his hot cock with both palms. The demon growled appreciatively as she traced the thick girth of him. His shaft was very warm and velvety, the ridges everywhere, even on the round weeping head.

“Finally,” Vassago sighed, rising to his knees, while she held his cock like a rod in her small palms. “Put me inside you little pussy, mate.”

Shaking with need, Kestrel aligned his throbbing cock to her entrance. The head pulsed again her soaked folds, opened them and speared inside. Her spine curled as he rolled his hips and every inch of him filled her up. He was so thick and long but he didn’t hurt her, didn’t tear her flesh. Their combined magic protected her. His dick invaded her, buried itself deep within her.

Breathing fast, Kestrel kissed him. She felt him everywhere, around her, within her, his magic and soul one with her. He kissed her back, primal groans and moans leaving him as he claimed his soulmate, his treasure. His massive frame curved around her, protectively as he pounded into her. Kestrel accepted him completely; she was so wet that his cock slipped in and out of her with ease, the plap-plap of their bodies echoing through the room.

"You are mine now. My treasure has been found," he drawled, licking her nipples, propelling her higher and higher.

“Yours,” Kestrel said breathlessly, her tits bouncing with each powerful stroke. Eyes shutting tightly, she came again, pussy seizing around his shaft, her cries reverberating in the room.

Vassago drank in her melodic moans while fucking her, lifting her legs and opening her up fully. He marveled at her little slit being stretched by his cock, her wetness soaking his balls and thighs. He rubbed her cute clit, holding her hostage to his touch while she struggled and cried. A slave to pleasure.

His ridged cock caressed her sensitive walls, slamming back and forth with a force that pushed the air out of her lungs. Vision fading, Kestrel came again, her insides fluttering around his thrusting cock. A whimpering mess, she clutched him for dear life and accepted his fierce kiss.

He followed then, plunging to the hilt and flooding her. He spurted load after load of wet heat, filling her up for minutes on end. And when he was finished, he moved their bodies to the side, his muscled body fitting against her softness, and stayed buried deep inside, his cock pulsing up her belly.

“Yes,” he breathed softly against her ear. “My beautiful mate, in my arms, filled with my cock. They tried to take me away from you. They tried but you found me. You found me, my treasure.”

“Who did this? Who hurt you?” Kestrel asked. She knew he was telling the truth. She had been drawn to that book, to him, for a reason.

“Sorcerers of the light. They thought they could keep me trapped in that damned book,” he explained as his hands found hers, intertwining their fingers. “They feared what we would be together—the power we would wield. You, a witch of light, and me, a demon of darkness. You were a treasure I was never supposed to have. But none of that matters now. Because you found me.”

“I am your treasure? Truly?”

“Hmm… you are my treasure, Kestrel. The other half of my soul. My mate,” he drawled, his molten orange eyes burning with something more than just lust.

Everything made sense. Kestrel felt her magic ignite in answer, and her heart swelled with strength and love. The demon had claimed her, and all she wanted to do was give in. Angling her head, her lips found his in a blazing collision of hunger and need. Vassago groaned, his hard cock throbbing inside her, thrusting lazily. His body pressed harder against hers, his palms fondling her sensitive breasts. They moved together, slowly, enjoying every second of their union.

“Mine,” he whispered against her lips, his cock stealing away her breath. “My mate. My equal. My love. No magic, no force can keep me from you. And I am yours. Forever.”

Kestrel pulled back from the kiss just enough to meet his eyes. “I feel it too. The bond. The need. The love. I can’t bear the thought of being away from you. Vassago, you are my mate. I accept you fully.”

Growling, his lips moved lower, brushing against her neck, his fangs trailing the smooth skin. “We’ll never be apart. I will tear apart the realms to keep you by my side.

And then he bit, his fangs sinking into her skin and claiming her forever and irrevocably as his. The mate of Vassago. The demon’s treasure. Kestrel moaned in pain and bliss and convulsed around his thrusting cock. She succumbed to him and to the bond they shared. They were united by fate, love, and something far more than each of them could have imagined. And that was all that mattered.

THE END

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

Something that grinds my teeth is how the fandom (especially MAPs; no hate or malice towards any Peril-Centered MAPs) portrays Peril as either a Sad baby who doesn't want to kill or a girl boss who took delight in killing.

The Skywing arena was used as entertainment by Scarlet and most commonly used prisoners of war... Whilst the war was still running. Peril saw herself as an entertainer that took care of The Current Enemy That We Are Fighting in Thrilling Ways - remember how she said to Clay about how the Sandwing who killed himself by hugging Peril wasn't 'Thilling' enough? It's like how People used to watch lion tamers in the Victorian era

Yes, Scarlet did manipulate her into this position by making her believe that all she was useful for was violence, which is through no fault of her own. When all throughout your entire life you've been told that you're only a killing machine and only one person understands you, it's hard not have that influence you, even when you've found out that it was all lies. It's harder still to get out of that mindset when it's discovered that it was toxic as hell.

This also leads into another problem I have: somehow noone in the second arc seemed to connect the dots that since Peril was used for killing and was under a terrible queen's claw for a long time, she'd obviously have really bad social skills. Instead they use it as evidence that she's just a violent dragon and nothing more, something that angers her since she's trying to prove otherwise which gets used as more evidence. Dragons antagonise her, then act surprised when she does not like it and bites back *Cough cough* Winter, Moonwatcher *Cough cough*.

With everyone treating her so hostile, it's no surprise that she ended up falling under Queen Scarlet again (even if she was enchanted to).

Although I will say I don't hold Ruby any slack for her treatment towards Peril, since she did believe that Peril might've killed her 'sister' Tourmaline, and manipulated or not, that's a very hard thing to get over with. Plus it does give her a genuine reason and not everyone else's vague "you killed dragons" when everyone had fought in a war and everyone was listening to orders from their queens as well.

Actually, that is the problem: Everyone holds Peril at a higher standard because "Queen Scarlet was evil so everyone who followed her is also evil" and just see her as a mass murdering dragon for Scarlet. They don't bother seeing it from another angle as to Why. They also don't bother to realise that a good chunk of them have also killed during the Sandwing Succession War (which has just finished less than a year ago by the time of the second arc!) and also have blood on their talons, therefore "just as guilty" as her

Again, the Skywing Arena was being used whilst the war was still going on. The dragons that were in the fights were the enemy that had also killed Skywings. It wasn't like Scarlet pitted Skywing v Skywing in the arena or she was going to use Peril in Kestrel's execution.

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[starscatteredsky]

tips for a common kestrel mayhaps? ty and have a good day! ^v^

tips for a kestrel

pt: tips for a kestrel end pt

wear a blanket or towel over your shoudlers to feel like wings

paint your nails black or get them done like talons!

make/commission a therian mask

practice vocals!

do thick black or brown eyeliner with vertical lines to recreate your facial markings!

wear lots of browns and stripes

get a hoodie (in your kintype colours maybe!) thats made in the "bat winged" style, itll have super droopy sleeves that feel like wings!

use blankets and pillows to make yourself a nest!

hope these help you! :D - mono

[ID in alt!]

[otterwithatophat]

i hope i’m reading correctly that your requests are open — apologies if that’s not the case! feel free to ignore me :>

i’d love to request a moodboard featuring common kestrels, lemon sharks, and science if possible! things such as natural history/science exhibits, school laboratories, and ambiguous liquids in conical flasks or test tubes would be especially cool to see. (feel free to discard any elements you see fit, i know it’s a lot ahdhdn)

thank you so much for your time!! ^v^

Here you go ^^ Hope you like it!

I love kestrels! They're so pretty :D

[soundwave-macaque]

So since Uzi is a crow, N is a dog, and V is a cat, me and my friend have been discussing what my best girl J would be as an animal. Suffice to say lack of screentime is making this kinda hard for me.

Here's what we have so far:

I like the birds of prey angle but that's just my interpretation. Please reblog for a larger sample size!

[cosmickestrels]

On one hand this pierces me like a thorn straight to the core of my being, several years down the drain, on the other my mental health suffered so, so badly and I know it needed to be done sooner or later

And divines you really don’t know you had a collar suffocating you all this time up until you suddenly find yourself being able to breath deeply

[nosebleedclub]

November Prompts

i. home at last ii. empty coast iii. drive down south iv. chemical accident v. fragrance vi. girls’ night vii. noise in the wall viii. mourning moon ix. i’m trying to be nice x. a wish that came true  xi. scene that takes place late at night in the kitchen xii. impersonate xiii. kestrel xiv. spiral staircase xv. medusa xvi. drugstore purchase xvii. summon xviii. silver locket xix. wool xx. light breakfast xxi. beech grove xxii. trout xxiii. scene that takes place on a pier at dusk xxiv. first frost xxv. splatter xxvi. offal xxvii. nighttime shadows xxviii. scene that takes place on the library steps xxix. a conversation between two enemies xxx. after everything