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[winged-gentleman]

Mun Speaks:

Hello! Surprise surprise, I still live! It's been a while since I was on here, hasn't it? Most of you have probably forgotten me by now, pffff.

Anyway, my muse for Dove is not dead, but having an entire, old-as-balls account dedicated to the dude was a bit much, so I've decided to start over with some new, better organized blogs:

@verypigeon will become my new personal blog, and I will gradually start setting up secondary RP blogs for Ace, Dove, Livia and maybe even more OCs. As for the old blogs, they will stay alive to act as an archive, but will become officially inactive once the new stuff is set up properly.

Right now things aren't quite ready yet, but I hope to get everything up and running sometime soon!

Hope to see you over at verypigeon

[winged-gentleman]

Day 4

"How would that even work?"

"Funny you should ask," Flip grinned.

A very, very long moment passed, but nothing further was said.

"...Um. Well?" Ace prompted hopefully.

"Oh! Oh, I don't know. I only thought it was funny you should ask." Flip clarified. "Dove stepped on it at least seven hundred times if these fancy footprints are any clue. I have to think it wasn't an accident after the first five hundred."

Ace made a soft noise of despair, darting back and forth to ensure that nobody was coming. She dearly wished that her Demon companion hadn't been made privy to the ancient joke, but such was life. The late autumn had gifted a chilly rain, which was the perfect weather to snuggle under a blanket to watch the history channel. However, when Dove had entered the room and seen what flashed across the screen... well, a rare show of temper had taken him. He was off like a shot to the dig site.

"Something that Olde, stomped with this much Pettiness, isn't an item I can fix. So, like I was saying, best to just... throw a rug over it and walk away. I can conjure a rug." Flip offered. "A nice one. Maybe then they won't care."

"Aw, man." Ace fussed. "They're definitely going to care. It was a super ancient tablet. I wish I knew what it said that made him so mad."

"Do you have a recording of the program you watched?" Flip asked.

"Mmmmwell, it's on Netflix. Maybe I can pull it up on my phone... um... okay, here."

Within a few moments, someone Much Older had sent them a translation via text. It was good to have an Angel in one's contact list.

"Ahem... 'Hiraeth, whomst liveth in the home beside to mine, hath such a peculiar shape to his backside. Tis a jest from the creator, made flesh. Perhaps in likeness it may be seen to resemble a fig which hath been trod on. The flat nature would find it well concealed amongst a plate of unleavened bread.'" Flip recited. "Yeesh, Cyprian, tell us how you really feel!"

"Poor Dove. His butt isn't weird shaped. It's like... butt shaped, right?" Ace floundered.

"Sorry, what?" Flip asked. "I was texting Dove a bunch of peach emojis."

"Aaah! From MY phone?!"

@mus-brunneis @winged-gentleman @tinypigeonlord

[winged-gentleman]

Sometimes you just get feathers in weird places :v

For @mus-brunneis

I can’t believe of all the animatics I have in my WIP folder, this is the one I finish.

I’ve been obsessed with the Centaurworld soundtrack, and somehow this came about :’D

But Rowan and I have decided that the longer Ace stays in Hell, the more demonic and draconic features she tends to adopt. And one day that just so happened to be a tail.

The song is Baby’s First Spell from Centaurworld, obviously.

[winged-gentleman]

I quit. Probably gonna leave this blog as some kind of archive of better days. Might show up at some point with a new, purely personal blog, or I might just quit tumblr altogether.

For now the rp stuff is done. As far as it still even existed anyway.

cya whenever.

[winged-gentleman]

“I will support you in all your dreams in life…except that one, I think that one is illegal.”

"It's only illegal if I get caught making it rain croutons, is it not? And besides, my dearest pigeons deserve a treat now and then, and this is the most efficient way of bringing it to them. Besides, there will be enough for everyone, I'm sure the humans won't mind a bit of free crouton rain~"

[winged-gentleman]

SAID BY THE 2 YEAR OLD

“OH NO! NOT BEIGE AGAIN!”

“No nap! No nap ever! Nap gone! Goodbye!”

*gasp* “Cookie?”

“I love you. But…not really. I don’t love you. Bye.”

“Oh man! The gun was in front of the TV I was watching!”

“Take my left shoe off! I can’t do that one!”

“Green is better. Better than anything to ever be.”

“Mac and cheese is my best friend.”

“BEEP BEEP HERE I COME!”

“Take off your hat!”

“Siren! You be quiet!”

“Oh hello there.”

“I don’t want that. Throw it in the garbage.”

“Please don’t leave, [name.] I love you.”

SAID BY THE 5 YEAR OLD

“Just ignore him, he’ll work it out.“

“DID HE JUST SAY STUPID THAT’S NOT NICE I’M CALLING AN AMBULANCE”

“How is it fair that they have ice cream and I don’t? It’s not. It’s not fair.”

*sings the Titanic theme while standing on the back of the couch*

“I want plain bread.”

“Okay, just hear me out, listen to me, just hear me out…”

“LOOK! I’M MAKING A TRAFFIC JAM!”

“What’s Hawaii? That sounds not real.”

“I’m free for snuggles! I’m available! Hello!”

“Ugh! Where have you been? You were in the bathroom sixty years!”

“I don’t want to go, I’m calling in dead. I’m so tired that I’m dead. I’m calling in dead.”

“It’s not creepy! It’s just…not okay.”

“What about snacktime? It’s the most important ‘time’ of the day - next to bathtime and bedtime, but snacktime is still the best.”

“Neighbors don’t exist!”

“Goodbye forever!”

“If it involves fruit snacks, I’m in.”

“I don’t care what your mommy wants!”

“Why is it called a hoodie if you won’t wear the hood? It’s all lies!”

“You can’t leave! Then you won’t be here! And that’s where I like you most!”

“I love you, [name.] I’ll always remember you, even in a long time from now. Yeah. I’ll always love you.”

SAID BY THE 20 YEAR OLD NANNY

“Okay, Spiderman, let’s find your brother.”

“STOP TRYING TO CHOKE ME OUT.”

“There will be no negotiating, this is not a democracy, I am in charge!”

“I’M THE ONE WHO GOT KICKED IN THE FACE, WHY DO I NEED TO GO IN TIMEOUT?”

“You make me simultaneously make me the happiest I’ve ever been and the most upset I’ve ever been. It depends on the day.”

“Can we calm down for thirty seconds?”

“For the love of god, we already had one person in this house who broke their arm, we don’t need another!”

“[name] IT’S TOO QUIET WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“You can be mad all you want, I’m not going to apologize for not letting you run into the street!”

“That’s valid and I love you.”

*whispered* “Oh for fucks sake.”

“I will support you in all your dreams in life…except that one, I think that one is illegal.”

“You better appreciate me.”

“So what we’re not going to do…is that.”

“Why are you screaming bloody murder about crackers?”

“Can we just have naptime? That’s all I want.”

“No, McDonalds is not a state, in fact.”

“At least one of you has manners.”

“Listen, buddy, all I’m asking is for you to hold my hand. It’s not the end of the world.”

“End of discussion! No more! We’re done! Period.”

“That? That’s the ‘Confiscation Corner.’ That’s all the things I’ve had to take away from you, because you mishandled them.”

“I love you with all of my heart and soul, but why on earth did you think that was a good idea?”

“I just…do not care.”

“I love you guys so much.”

[winged-gentleman]

@inferno-principe

Tired but proud, Livia arrived home at her master’s estate. Tiny wings folded on her back again as her bird feet touched the ground, and she waddled the last stretch to the back of the building, hopping in through an open window. Dove never minded if she came inside unannounced, she always reported to him before doing anything else first anyway. And that was exactly her plan today as well. She was going to let him know all about the pigeon army, the ups and downs, which regions needed extra help, which groups were doing fine, etc. And then he would pat her on the head, give her a gentle smile, and tell her she did a good job!

But Livia halted in the middle of her trek to Dove’s quarters when she spotted something in the corner of her eye. Immediately she jumped behind the corner of the doorframe and peeked only her eyes out. A figure was moving about in the kitchen, and she could tell immediately that this was not her beloved master nor his charge. This guy had red hair, and didn’t wear the usual white attire Dove did. And from what she could tell he was grabbing food from the pantry and hoarding it all on the counter, probably to take with him. Oh this was bad!

Without hesitation Livia jumped into the kitchen, drew her crossbow and aimed it at the person, calling out in her squeaky voice: “Halt intruder! Who do you think you are and what are you doing here?! Stealing Master’s food huh!? Well not while I’m around! You put that right back where it came from and leave right now!”

Hah! She caught this petty thief right in the act of intruding upon Dove’s grounds. He’d be so proud of her and give her so many snuggles for protecting him and his home!

[winged-gentleman]

((Also hi I still live.))

[winged-gentleman]

CHARACTER TRAITS

Stats for: Dove

Funny: 2 / 10

Caring: 2 / 10

Loyal: 5 / 10

Creative: 20 / 10

Horny: 2 / 10

Smart: 2 / 10

Attractive: 0 / 10

“I beg your pardon”

[winged-gentleman]

“Happy New Year~”

IT BE PAST 12 AM HERE, I LIVED THROUGH 2020, BITCHES!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[winged-gentleman]

reaches over and just fucking GRASPS you with these

[winged-gentleman]

Day 9: Free Day - Disposable Soul

"October 13th, yes?" Flip asked. "Tomorrow."

"Um. Yes, but..." Ace fretted and looked over her shoulder into the dark expanse of forest behind them. "Isn't this going to get us into trouble? Where did you even find... you know. One of those?"

The poor Human contractee shrank as much as she could into her hoodie. A misty chill clung hard to the swirling winds, threatening to bear an illness to her lungs. Why couldn't they do this indoors? Yes, she wanted to do something nice, but... was it really all that nice? Someone was suffering for this gift, weren't they? Ace considered moving closer to the ring of torches surrounding them for the minor amount of warmth they provided, but frankly she didn't want to make herself any more visible than she already was.

"Do you really want to know? You might not believe me. And if you do, you might have conflicting Feelings about it." Flip replied.

The Fairy poked at the multi-level fires in the center of their ring and began to arrange a selection of small cauldrons and cast iron pans. She could see Ace fidgeting on the balls of her feet out of her peripherals.

"Nnnnn... No. Wait, yes! I have to know! If someone lost a Soul for this, you have to tell me! I can't just pretend it away." Ace shook her head and put a foot down, a braver show of responsibility than she was currently feeling. "Please."

Flip smiled sympathetically. While she didn't possess a Soul of her own, being of Fae origin, she understood the fuss people made of them. They were important and supposedly everlasting. The key to one's afterlife. No Soul equalled no Forever After. She waved Ace closer and uncovered a jar. Inside was a dark, viscous substance with several wispy, oblong shapes floating inside. The Human couldn't help a small noise of wonder. But they were much smaller than she imagined.

Oh no.

"Please don't tell me those are from childr-"

"Pickles."

The word hung in the air for a beat.

"Whaaaaat?" Ace asked slowly.

"Okay, I know what you're thinking, and you're right. Cucumbers don't have proper Souls, only non-sentient Spirit energy. But! If you pickle them in Holy vinegar, they ferment into something stronger. It's... like the tofu of the Spirit world." Flip hurriedly explained.

"That's... not anything like I was thinking, but I am kinda relieved." Ace put a hand to her chest. She hated the idea that it might have been something less savory. "But if it's, you know... Holy... I don't think Dove can eat that."

"Right, but for the last week they've been steeping in just a little Nightmare residue to neutralize that." Flip tapped the jar. "I think that brings it to even ground. Prrrrobably."

Ace couldn't help but be a little skeptical, but for the sake of manners she figured it was worth a shot. She really wanted to make a cake that Dove could actually eat and gain nourishment from. And hey, if the pickle thing worked, maybe she could learn to make those regularly as a treat for him!

"Okay. Okay, let's do it!"

~

While it wasn't the most attractive color, the cake was sure to be tasty on the inside. It was formed as a traditional Swedish princess cake, with sponge cake, jam, and whipped creams all infused with the Soul substitute and covered in a thin layer of marzipan. A circle of croutons lined the bottom of the serving platter, and a birthday candle perched itself right in the middle. It was a question mark instead of a number.

"Alrighty. It's falling on midnight right... now. Send the text." Flip squeaked.

"On it!" Ace beamed happily.

She tapped out a message. No more than two minutes after hitting send, a gentle whirlwind of pale blossoms and feathers danced their way into the clearing. With a flourishing somersault from somewhere in the canopy, Dove planted himself next to Ace, long white locks whipping around him in dramatic, slow motion follicle dances.

"You called for me. Is everything alright?" he asked, red eyes glinting behind his spectacles.

"Yeah! Happy birthday, Dove!" Ace threw her arms around his waist for a sweet embrace, which made him wobble a bit where he stood.

No, he didn't really have a... birthday... per se... only a summoning day, but he never wanted to discourage her.

"Ah, thank you. How very kind." He gently laid a hand to her shoulder and glanced to Flip. "Hello to you, too. I assume you've been up to trouble."

"You know it, leggy." Flip winked.

"We made a cake." Ace tugged at his wrist excitedly.

Dove smoothed his suit unnecessarily. While he could eat, it was usually only a social courtesy. Nothing they could have made would really be terribly filling for someone of his class. Except... when he looked to the confection, it certainly seemed quite otherworldly.

"It looks like you have put a great deal of effort towards it, but if I may," He stooped to inspect it, daring to wonder. "What precisely is it made of?"

In a jumbled, excitable rush, Ace explained the process and cut him a slice. She looked so happy. There was no getting out of taking a bite.

"I see. Well. Yes. Down the hatch, then."

The first bite surprised him. He got the notes of jam, the moistness of the cake, and the whipped cream all at once. What's more, it was abating his hunger! However slight, there were still overtones of pickle, though. But if anyone ever asked, he would tell them he loved it. Which meant he would have to work through an acquired taste, because sure as the sunrise, Ace would be making him as many pickled snacks as she could dream up on every conceivable holiday from then on.

How... very fortunate.

@mus-brunneis

[winged-gentleman]

((It’s this dork’s birbday today, awoop!))

[winged-gentleman]

Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

“Who gave you that black eye?”

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“Forget it. You fucking suck.”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.”

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Take. It. Off.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

“Stop it! It tickles!”

“It’s okay to cry…”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

“D..did you just make that noise?”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“You can scream if you want.”

“I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

“We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

“One of them’s missing.”

“Save some for me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re still mad?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“You better watch yourself.”

“Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

“Why did we have to have kids?”

“Call on Line 1”

“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“Where did he go?”

“You leave whenever you feel like it.”

“I forgot I was a single parent.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  

“Frost the damn cupcakes.”

“Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”  

“I thought you were dead!”

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  

“You just wanted them because the light up.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

“I don’t do hugs.”

“Don’t talk anymore.”

“I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

“How do I even put up with you?”

“I said get rid of it.”

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?”

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

“I have a secret.”

“I won’t let you get hurt.”

“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

“He’s four years old!!”

“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“Me and the boys will handle it.”

“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“You’re a dork, just like your father.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Daddy!”

“I lost our child.”

“That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

“Come on, baby, up to bed.”

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

“Am I scaring you?”

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

“Trust me.”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“You got a cute butt.”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

“Have you seen my contacts?”

“Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

“You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

“Is he coming home?”

“I prefer blondes.”

“No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

“I let you win.”

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

“Can I do your hair?”

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

“I told you not to jump on the bed!”

“He’s pampering me, let him be.”

“Ready or not, here I come.”

“I’m worried about losing my job!”

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

“Happy new year!”

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.”

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“You fell asleep in the tub?!”

“Are you doodling?”

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

“Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

“Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

“If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

“Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

“Use your words.”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“Get out of my face before I hit you.”

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”

“Look! Fireflies!”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

“I just need ten minutes.”

*Make Your Own*

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hmmm

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A white gloved hand reached out for the fairy, and very gently its fingers pried itself underneath the body of the sprite, lifting the strange-looking being off the ground. Once he’d adjusted his grip on her to make it more comfortable, Flip would find herself reaching the healing spring without any further effort from herself. Dove crouched down and ever so carefully lowered her into the water, in such a way that her head remained above the surface. His hand acting like a seat she could rest into. (His glove, he could clean later, or simply replace.)

At least, Dove had assumed that this was what the sprite’s goal was. He couldn’t see any other reason for her to be near-passed out so close to a warm spring with special healing properties. There were wounds all over her body, oozing oddly colored blood. Whatever had happened to her, it didn’t look good or normal, and he could only hope this would aid her.

“Will you be alright dear..?” he asked, a soft tone in his voice. 

Dove remained surprisingly calm given the situation, mostly because he had a feeling he knew this sprite already. Her outer appearance was very different than usual, but her aura very much reminded him of a certain fairy he was acquainted with. Although right now this little one’s aura seemed to... flicker. 

That was how he’d found her in the first place. He’d sensed a being in distress and strange weather patterns a little distance away. A good reason to check the area for supernatural phenomena. And there she’d been... Even if it wasn’t Flip after all, he couldn’t just leave this fairy laying in the dirt.

 “Can I do anything more to help?”

@winged-gentleman liked for a starter with Injured!Flip/Super Moon

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Something had to give. The pain needed to stop. Whether by some supernatural disturbance or a lessened tolerance spurned on by sheer exhaustion, Flip found need to redirect the agonizing sensations coursing through her core. It was not so rare to find the Sprite had carved sigils and pretty designs into her crystalline under-structure during normal Moon cycles. Those were beautiful. Those were calculated, and as close to tattoos as she could get if one considered that she needed to regrow the burned-away lavender flesh every month. If you really knew how to look, though, several areas seemed merely cracked, shattered, healed over with bright veins of pumping power. These were the places she had jabbed herself with her own talons, piercing through to whatever softer anatomy remained underneath. This Super Moon left her looking as though she'd taken a barrage of arrows with the many wounds weeping violet blood onto the ice beneath her.

Even as the sky frissioned in the wake of disasters swirling around her, it was nothing to the horrors clawing into the Moon Sprite's poor nerve endings. By the time the cycle had waned enough that she could go home, Flip was in quite a sorry state.

A Portal opened, a Portal closed. She was only a few yards from a warm healing spring, but she was in no fair shape to walk. Instead the Fairy sank her talons into the loamy soil, inch by inch dragging herself to the water. She'd not yet begun to regrow her familiar lavender skin, so for all the world she looked like a haunted diamond doll with shimmering white hair, stained wet with splotches of violet lifeblood.

With unfocused eyes, she looked up to the overcast sky, having decided that it would be for the best to take a break before crawling the rest of the way.