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I definitely must’ve missed a lot of Steven Universe bc how the heck did Lars went from “convenience store clerk to Captain Harlock”???

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setting up a tiny detail in one chapter to pay it off in the next few chapters feels sooo devious like oooh i can't wait to write the small little reference here that 70% of readers will miss but 30% of readers will cheer for

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My dad found this long-ass spoon at work.

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Fire Eater -- The Palace At The End Of The World, Chapter 5: All We Need Is Stars And Moon. [Read Here!]

[Please reblog to stop my hundreds of hours of work from dying in your likes. Reblogging lets others enjoy it and supports me to draw & write more!]

Chapter Summary: Wild One to Wild One, Witch to Wizard. Opposing sides of the same coin. Magic surges through them, reconnecting Ed to his Breath so suddenly that it makes his head spin.

Rating: Explicit (Warnings: Violence, smut - not together)

Main Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma

Tags: Arctic fairytale, adventure, horror elements, romance, fluff, monsterloving/fucking, magic, intrigue, beautiful and whimsical imagery, every chapter illustrated.

Snippet matching the illustration:

Unexpectedly, the texture beneath Edward’s hands changes, becoming softer, extremely so, and Ed moans at the feeling. He lifts his head in confusion once Oswald releases his lip, to see the Witch staring up at him hazily, kiss-drunk and catching his breath, eyeing Ed’s neck as though he wants to bite him there too. He doesn’t seem to have noticed the black feathers replacing his hair, his eyebrows, tiny filoplume feathers lining his eyes. Mostly downy mixed with some longer semiplume, and contour feathers making up his fringe. They all have a pretty purple sheen to them where the constantly shifting starlight catches in their filaments. 

Ed runs both his hands through them in astonishment, grinning in wonder as he fluffs them up against the grain, then stokes them flat, towards himself, and sets to work in smoothing down individual feathers that stick up randomly. Oswald catches on and ducks his head in alarm, the action notably bird-like. “You— uhm. I-I didn’t mean to—“

“Oswald, it’s fine,” Edward reassures.

The other man squints at him distrustfully, as though Ed is faking how enamoured he is with the sight. Oswald’s eyes dart over his face until he seems to have convinced himself that Edward is telling the truth. “You don’t mind?”

“On the contrary, they are so soft.” Edward leans down for a gentle kiss, which Oswald hesitantly returns, “besides, birds are very beautiful.”

Oswald laughs self-consciously, “I’m not all bird.” 

“No? Well whatever you are, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Me, on the other hand…” Ed’s smile dims, and he cups Oswald’s face between his hands, stoking one of his eyebrows gently and marvelling at how their tiny, layered feathers shine. “Humans at least, do not like invertebrates. They find them frightfully ugly, apparently.” 

Oswald sakes his head, his eyebrows furrowing as though taking offence. “You forget: I am not human— well,” he rolls his eyes, backtracking. If Oswald’s wandering hands were not currently busy groping at his ass, then Ed imagines that he would be gesturing wildly with them too. “Not fully. Semantics. I’m sure I’ll find you very attractive,” he insists.

“Hmm, well…We shall see.” 

With hesitation, Ed lets a fraction of his own glamour drop. Just enough, only his long wings, at first folded back, then flicking forwards to spread out to the sides. Ed finds them reminiscent of a Damselfly’s with a deep, jewel-green hue pooling at their ends, gleaming iridescently under the bright lights. Taking another brave step, Ed also lets one set of antennae appear, uncurling from his hair and hovering in the air, their feathers a gradient of black to white that tremble in anticipation, nerves, and the strange lack of much scent in the air, far too cold, underwhelming them. 

Oswald’s eyes grow wide and a delighted, curious smile breaks across his face. He raises his hands as if to touch them, “can I?“ 

Ed nods, gulping hard, and releases his hold on Oswald’s face. He drops his hands to his sides awkwardly. It’s the Witch’s turn to reassure him, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Ed’s mouth. “Relax, Stumper.” 

It’s the first time Oswald has referred to him without the formality of his title, and for once, Ed doesn’t mind. It makes him feel oddly seen as a Wild One. Wholly and fully. 

Fidgeting with the open hem of his coat, Ed explains that, “it’s just, they are very, uh, sensitive. It’s weird having them out without completely dropping my glamour.”

“It is strange for me to present my feathers without thought,” Oswald chuckles, “but I will leave them if you would prefer.”

Ed thinks it over, moves from tracing the hem of his warm, green coat to Oswald’s, holding his waist and smoothing his hands up the down the well-fitted material. “You can touch them if you are gentle,” he whispers, drawing Oswald closer against him, and ducking down for another kiss. 

The Witch’s hands run through his hair until they meet the first segments, and Ed jolts in surprise. To distract himself, he reaches between them to undo the two buttons of Oswald’s coat. He slides his hands around to circle other man’s waist again, splaying his fingers against the silky back of his waistcoat, while Oswald's find his antennae. 

It’s manageable until Oswald starts to reach their fringes. Then Edward is at once overwhelmed by the scents of the fabric of his sleeves, picking out the chemical compounds of his nail polish and jewellery, an onslaught of information that he races to catalogue. He’s just about able to maintain focus on Oswald’s skin while his fingers lightly run through the fluffy filaments:   Perfume, faded from hours of ware but strong up-close without his glamour: fresh melon, orange peel, night blooming jasmine and geosmin. Underneath the floral, fresh rain scent lies the pleasant musk of sweat, the properties of Oswald’s blood (plasma, iron, water, salt—) rushing within the capillaries of his skin, beneath the epithelial layer and into his veins. His thundering heart rate creates faster blood flow, and with it, more interesting scents to recognise. Within his bloodstream he can smell other chemicals, hormones: Serotonin, high levels of Dopamine. Oswald is happy, he’s excited, he’s horny, he wants me back!

Distantly, Ed only realises that he’s loosened the scarf out of the way when his litany of moans muffle themselves against his neck. He feels Oswald encouraging his unconscious, shallow rutting against his belly with a breathtaking smile, clearly finding his reactions enticing and amusing in equal measure. “That good?” He may be teasing, but he has no idea.

“Yeah, yes. It’s a lot,” Ed pants, “no one has touched them before— not like this. Not on purpose,” he explains between deep inhales along the underside of Oswald’s jaw and mouthing at the skin of his neck. Oswald tilts his head to accommodate the onslaught, groaning in a way that stokes the fire in his gut. He clutches Ed tighter when he nudges Oswald’s high collar out of the way and sucks a mark where it’ll be hidden, just in case. The last thing he wants is for Oswald to call this off due to a lack of consideration on his part. 

Taking away Oswald’s hands one at time by the elbow, then bringing his grinding to a stop requires a great amount of effort, but he won’t last much longer. Ed pants against the junction of his neck, trying to gain back some semblance of control. “Makes me feel…closer to you. Feels intimate in ways I can’t explain. Too much, too soon,” he admits, because as soon as he stops this need flips into shuddering anxiety. It scares him a little, knowing Oswald so viscerally. Maybe one day tuning into Oswald’s body so completely will feel less intense. When I’m used to his smell. If he allows me to become adjusted to his presence. 

The Witch soothes the Wild One clutching at him and instead gathers Ed into his arms. He takes a moment just to hold him until the overwhelm works its way out of his system. “Another time, perhaps,” he agrees lightly. 

Edward nods, hugging him back. 

He learns that Oswald’s hugs are grounding, not too tight but real and secure. They feel perfect and seemingly at odds with his domain of loneliness. Maybe Oswald doesn’t get to be held often by his romantic endeavours, of which Ed is sure he has had many in his long existence.   After a while, Ed starts to get restless, and his wings buzz in a brief burst of energy that has Oswald leaning back in surprise, appearing to reassess the situation. “Do you still..?”

“Yes! Please.”

With a smile that turns from joyful to wicked, Oswald places his hands on his chest and starts backing him into the room again. He undoes his tie, moves the collar (already undone for comfortability) out of the way and kisses the skin beneath until Ed’s knees hit furniture. Glancing behind him, Ed realises that their destination is a large, cushioned bench that sits in the company of a star-lined wall and a smaller well. Oswald takes his upper arms, turns them both to take Ed’s spot, and sits himself down on the plush seat. Stroking his thighs invitingly, not a word is needed for Ed to climb into his lap, already leaning in for a kiss. It’s sweet and soft, but quickly turns needy as they effortlessly pick up where they left off.

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not to be an american but like. air conditioning is the greatest invention of all time.

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for all the people who love s5 ed specifically

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imo a funny as fuck gag is when a character calls out another characters name from somewhere up high or otherwise not immediately noticeable and the second character replies “god?”

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sorry for finding it hot when people's hair goes grey. as if im wrong

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I will be 70 years old and I still will never have gotten over the time the Mythbusters used a rocket powered steel wall to - and I use this word as literally as possible - vaporize an entire car into red mist

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First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

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does anybody want to match my sneep

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"It's ok to disappoint people." has got to be MOST powerful, life changing advice I have ever heard.

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hell yeah

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the extremely unrealistic transition goal of wanting to have a big fluffy tail

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whether you call it an "AMV", an "edit", or a "fancam", all of us, across generations, want the same thing: videos of The Character set to music. and i think that is beautiful ❤️

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Not to sound like a potted plant, but sunlight and fresh air really makes a difference if you even care.