#from the other magpie ...you didn't even know was there

[bhaaldursgays]

I have this scene in a Gortash Lives And Gets Dragged Through Redemption AU I keep thinking about. It has my durge Clira and Gortash laying in bed, before they reconcile fully so they're like a foot and a half apart. Clira is trying to sleep, finding herself comforted by Gortash's presence as she's asking him to tell her stories she doesn't remember. I thought I might share it, in case anyone likes it

The sun hasn't set yet, casting the room in a gently, golden light as Gortash tells her of their history, of little things she can't remember - "Your hair used to be longer. You hated people touching it. For a long time only Sceleritas was allowed to brush and trim it for you." - as well as filling in the memories that were hazy.

He tells her how they worked together, what they explored together. Of lovers she had, kills she made - "Remember Nathaniel? You liked him. You thought he was beautiful and sweet. You even mourned him." - and she has found that she easily falls asleep to the gentle sound of his voice.

Just before she falls asleep she asks him for one last memory.

"Tell me something about you that I've forgotten," she says, mumbling just a little. Her eyes are already closed, her breathing slow. He knows she'll fall asleep soon, and he doesn't think he's welcome in her bed after that. Not yet.

His dark eyes look at her, but his mind is searching for something to say. It is difficult, not because he can't think of anything lost to her but because she's asking him to open up once more. It took a long time for him to do so the first time alone.

"… when I was a child I would make small sculptures and gadgets out of scraps I found," he begins. "I would sell them for coin that I hid from my parents. I would use it for food, toys and sometimes even to go to the circus. I had found a bird's nest that I used to look in to see if the clever animal had found something shiny."

Clira smiles gently, but she doesn't say anything. He's not sure she hears him, if she's half-asleep or not, but he has no reason to stop yet.

"I told you about that once. You didn't seem to understand. I wasn't sure what it was that eluded you. My motives, my craft or perhaps even a lack of understanding about avian habits," he chuckles a bit. Her face had been so expressionless back then. It was difficult to understand her at the best of times. Very different from now, with her smiles coming frequent and easy.

A welcome change, he will admit.

"Of course, after I told you this I found a birds nest at my windowsill. I found it odd, especially since it was not even nesting season. But after that I found little things in there. Pieces of metal. Bits of rope. A bloodied arrowhead once. By the time I received a broken dagger, far too heavy for a bird to carry, I knew it was no feathery friend I had to thank for these gifts."

Soft, steady breathing fills the room as he stops for a moment. With a sigh he carefully rolls off to the side and stands up, straightening his clothes as he stays for a moment. Just a moment, he's allowed that isn't he?

"I made a little bird out of the scraps, small enough to pin to a piece of clothing, and laid it back into the nest." An exhale, a whisper of a laugh. "You wouldn't stop blushing when you noticed me staring at it as it sat on your coat next time we saw each other. I didn't need words to tease you."

He walks over to her side of the bed to pull the curtains across the window, reducing the little light that was left filtering into the room to darkness.

Then he hesitates, raises two fingers to his mouth. He lifts a quick kiss from his lips, and places it gently to her cheek.

"Sleep well, little magpie," he says before leaving the room

#baldurs gate 3 #durgetash #enver gortash #the dark urge #durge #ficlet #my writing #oc: durge clira

[claypigeonpottery]

sold

there's always a second magpie somewhere

#and that's when the attack comes #not from the front #but from the side #from the other magpie ...you didn't even know was there #lol #they are dinosaurs #after all #magpie #one for sorrow #two for joy #pottery #ceramic #underglaze painting #jurassic park quote in the tags lol in case anyone isn't sure where it's from #claypigeon #glazeware

[thegnomelord]

Alright since 28 is taken Ill do the next best thing 29! Graves and his shadows with M reader, who is a colonel.

I need the wholesome and maybe a bit of the spice ya know. Thank you for soing Shadow company content, i am so starved.

Once again good soup!

Here you go dude, I'm not the best when it comes to writing for a group of people so idk how this turned out :/. Play the game HERE

Prompt: Hug from behind

CW: NSFW, subbot Graves, domtop Mreader, Shadow company fluff, hug from behind, fluff, groping, handjob, cumming in pants.

Being a colonel in the Shadow company and Grave's right hand man, you had a lot of responsibilities. From running drills to stitching up wounds to writing reports and drafting contracts when your magpie of a commander sees a new person he wants to recruit; you expected to deal with a lot of shit, but never in your wildest dreams did you expect to become the Shadow Company's emotional support Colonel.

Colonel Care Bear — it was their nickname for you. You'd made the mistake of being annoyed at the name which, of course, made the little fuckers double down on it. Nothing you did made them stop, even Graves joining in their fun and calling you that instead of your name with a smug grin.

You're not even sure when or why it had started.

It wasn't like you were overly paternal, you just took care of your soldiers. In whatever ways they needed you; The first time you'd needed to give emotional support had been after Jenkins had lost his battle buddy. Jenkins was still relatively young compared to the other Shadows, a rising star that Graves had snatched up, but on the flight back to base he'd been no better than a scared kitten, desperately trying to hold in his sobs. You hadn't said a word when you had pulled him close to you, letting him cry his heart out into your shoulder.

None of the others said a word either, and you didn't bring it up after your plane had landed. You'd expected it to be a one off experience but oh — you were so wrong.

Like feral cats learning to trust a human, the Shadows started approaching you, carefully at first, standing just at the edge of your personal space nervous fingers toying with the hem of their shirts and eyes flickering between you and anything else, until you grew annoyed and pulled them close to you, letting them cry or talk or just sit with their head on your shoulder for as long as they needed; a lighthouse in a dark sea.

Then Williams, who'd had one too many bad missions, had come into your office without a word and plopped himself into your lap while you were busy doing paperwork.

You were surprised, but not too much, with how often you'd found yourself with a Shadow near you you figured something like this was bound to happen. Though you hadn't expected it to be this forward. "Bad day?" You asked.

Williams just grunted into your neck, slightly nodding his head.

You shifted to still be able to write with him in your lap. "Want me to talk?"

You felt his hair scratch your neck when he shook his head, a negative grunt leaving his throat.

"Got it." You said and went back to your work, a hand on William's hip to keep him stable.

Safe to say you weren't amused when Graves had walked in and cracked the biggest bloody smirk when he saw you like that. You were even less amused when he'd whipped out his phone and took a photo of it. And you were ready to piss in Grave's beer after that photo had circulated through the entire Shadow Company, leading to many more similar incidents of a Shadow crawling into your lap when you weren't busy.

It really wasn't their fault your embrace just felt so good and comfortable, your arms perfectly sized and muscled to put weight in your hugs, shoulders just broad enough to make them feel small and safe.

Graves knew this because when he'd needed to confiscate Smith's phone after he'd caught him taking pictures of your ass (not that he blamed him, you had a nice ass but they needed to have some professionalism) Graves had found their simp chat.

It took him days to finish reading all the messages. I mean there were hundreds of texts gushing just over you, calendrer times for when which Shadow could go bother you for attention, not to mention the countless pictures they'd taken of you, from mundane to more suggestive when you were in the communal showers (Graves would die before he admitted he'd needed to rub one out at some of the pictures).

Safe to say that when he gave Smith his phone back Graves was. . .curious. He'd never approached you for comfort like the Shadows did, mostly because he knew he couldn't keep his thoughts pure after just a few minutes in your presence, his throat going dry whenever he feels you pat his shoulder when you pass in the hall.

"Care Bear!" Graves calls when he finds you on your way to your room, using that name just so he can see the irritated twitch of your brow.

"Yes commander?" You ask in that same tone of voice you use when you know he's up to something.

"Oh come on, no need for that." Graves grins, "Ah just need you to do something for me," He says, because he wouldn't be your commander if he was straightforward. "Follow along." He motions with his hand like a dog as he passes you.

Like a dog you follow, so close you cast a partial shadow over him. He leads you to a more secluded hallway, stopping abruptly and hearing you stop too. But you're not close enough, so with an annoyed sigh he says "Come closer."

You raise an eyebrow but do as he says, taking a few short steps closer until your chest is almost touching his back. Without a word Graves suddenly grabs your arms and wraps them around his waist, leaning back on his heels until his back is flush with your chest and you're supporting his weight.

You stall for a few moments just trying to convince your head that yes, your commander is doing that. "Really?" You ask.

He tilts his head to meet your eyes, casually resting his head on your shoulder. "Something the matter Colonel Care bear?" He smirks, reminding you of a very content cat.

You give him a blank look before rolling your eyes, "Could have just said you wanted a hug." You huff and move your arms to really hug him, your hands resting comfortably on his hips, your arms caging him in, the heat of your body seeping into his, your chest rumbling as you mutter your annoyance at the damn nickname.

"What fun would that be?" He says, eyes closing.

And, Hell, Graves gets it now.

He could get addicted this. Your scent and cologne clogs his nose, the heat of your body chasing away the lingering chill of the base. You support his weight so easily it's like he's floating on a firm cloud, forgetting about ranks and war and everything for a few blissful seconds. His mind wanders; wonders what it would feel to have your strong arms pin him every day, what it'd be like to be pinned down, the current gentle pressure turned bruising and demanding, bending him in half and shit— he's hard.

And of course you notice, wouldn't be his right hand if you couldn't read him like a book. "I'm getting the impression," You note, your grip increasing just a bit to keep him still, your other hand skirting down. "That you wanted something more than just a hug." You growl and squeeze your hand, groping the bulge in his jeans.

"Shit—" Graves sucks in a breath, legs scrambling for purchase but you hold him still, his weight still on you. "—I wasn't thinking of nothing." He says quickly, the pressure of your hand on his clothed cock too good.

"Uh huh," You hum, keeping a careful eye on his facial expressions as you experimentally move your hand; Short slow brushes of your thumb against his cockhead earn you little whimpers, unable to hide them with his head still resting on your shoulder. Firm squeezes of his entire bulge has his skin turning a nice shade of pink, his ear hot beneath your tongue as you nibble on it. His thighs part as you bully your hand lower, the strong pressure of your fingers against his balls as your palm grinds into his cockhead making him moan, the stuttered attempts at explaining himself dying out as a visible damp spot grows in his jeans.

"Faster-" Graves growls, his hands grabbing purchase in your hair, yanking your head down into a rough kiss, "-mhh, faster, fuck, man-"

You smirk against his lips. "Ask me nicely." You say, purposely pulling your hand away from where he needs it the most, ignoring his disgruntled sounds. "You son of a bitch-" Graves snarls, breathing rapidly in an attempt to get his frazzled brain to work before swallowing his pride. "Please," He says it like the word hurts him.

"Please what commander?" You wonder, undoing his belt and slipping your hand into his jeans, "Please touch my cock? Please get me off? Please fuck me till I can't walk?" You throw suggestions, applying just enough pressure on his twitching cock to leave him dumbly nodding his head.

"Yes, yes, yes- oh fuck- shit yes-" Phill pants, eyes closing and weakly thrusting his hips into your hand with what leverage he has, seeking out the pleasure that comes with your calloused hand stroking his sensitive flesh. "Fuck- just, ahh-" He breathes in through clenched teeth, "-just please."

"Alright, alright," You hum, increasing your pace, the glide of skin on skin eased by the precum he's leaking, swallowing his little moans and rough grunts as you kiss him. You can tell he's nearing his end with how he begins twitching even more in your hold, hips pushing into your hand sporadically, fat tears prickling his eyes. "Come on then Commander, cum already."

He does almost as soon as you tell him to, his moan swallowed down by your lips as he cums in his pants, your thumb rubbing insistently on his tip to milk him of all he's got, strong arm keeping him close to you.

"You did good commander." You coo gently as you pull your hand out of his pants, and without waiting for a response you push your cum covered fingers into his open mouth. "Real good," You smirk when Phill immediately sucks on your fingers, his brain melted into mush and incapable of rousing his pride to feel ashamed of how he moans at the taste of his own spend. "Such a good boy," Your praise does something to him, has his cock making a valiant attempt to get hard all over again.

The air leaves his lungs when you suddenly push your hips against his ass, making him feel your own hard cock trapped in your pants. "I took care of you," You begin, pulling your fingers from his mouth. "Are you prepared to take care of me?"

#Gnome's Prompt Game #cod mw2 #gnome correspondence #cod modern warfare #phillip graves x male reader #shadow company #shadow company x reader #top dom reader #x reader #top male reader #phillip graves smut

[takami-takami]

Good evening! I am thinking so very incredibly hard about unknowingly pining Keigo. Sighs.

Him gushing about you, looking at you with the biggest heart eyes, getting all lovey both to and about you without even slightly realizing…….<33

- magpie anon ✦

The way Keigo yaps on and on about you every time fellow pro heroes ask him how you're doing, because you two are just so inexplicably close. Like fingers crossed tightly over one another, like knots intertwined— platonically, of course.

Of course they would go to him to ask questions about you, Keigo nods with his puffed out chest. Everyone knows that he knows you best; and each time that widely-accepted fact is subtly affirmed with another "how's y/n, Hawks" or "what would y/n think, Hawks" thrown Keigo's way, his heart swells with something possessive.

Good.

You're his.

In an utterly platonic way, he's sure.

When the media asks about you, though, the cameras shuttering mere millimeters from his eyes snap Keigo out of those little lovesick fantasies. They remind him to be careful of the image he presents. Not that he minds people thinking you two are a thing (for some strange reason he hasn't quite figured out yet), no. He'd sully his image a thousand times over just to feel your palm against his under the public eye. Keigo never gave care to such notions of propriety, anyway, to the chagrin of his poor publicist.

But Keigo wants to protect you respects you dearly, so he's careful not to blabber on about you too much. Your interests, your favorite things, how your hand size compares to his with and without his gloves on, what you like for dinner or how you prefer it made (on days you let him cook for you, oh, Keigo's favorite days)— he covers for you to the press, but God help him, he wishes he didn't have to.

He wishes he could let it spill.

But... Let what spill, exactly?

What is holding Keigo back, he wonders? Why does he feel caged down? It's normal for friends to ache in each other's absence, it's normal to question what other senses he could indulge in besides the sight of you. As contradictory as it sounds, for all his analytical prowess, taking inventory of his own feelings has never been Keigo's strong suit.

Dense is the word you'd use.

It isn't until you take the plunge to confess yourself that Keigo understands how intricately he wants this— something more, something sweeter with you. He rots his teeth clutching you in his maws, you know.

The day finally comes when Keigo can scream from those rooftops he perches on like a lovebird that he is yours, yours, yours.

#he deserves something sweet #🐇 rambles #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #🖋 writing #🍧 sugar #x reader #mha x reader

[tcustodisart]

Because the farm is really Shadowheart's ending I was thinking, what would be Connie's post-game thing (he loves the farm life to pieces, but I was thinking, you know, if he was a companion what he'd be talking about during the epilogue party). And I came up with this idea - he writes and illustrates the very first Guide to the Birds of Faerûn. I don't want to torment you with my words, so if you're interested, the rest is under the cut. It's long but there are some additional doodles there.

About the book:

The book is basically like Collins Bird Guide. Including very detailed descriptions of what sounds the birds make.

Connie's already in touch with a publisher (recommended by Volo)

While Shadowheart does proofreading to see if it's digestible for non-bird-obsessed people, Connie's stepfather and Arnell help him with fact checking.

Connie was consulting Halsin while writing about waterfowl.

The book's dedication reads: "To my dearest wife and our four dogs, eight cats, nine chickens, six pigeons, four sheep, Daphne the milk cow, the odd little squirrel, Buttons and last but not least, our crow."

He thought that dedication was hilarious.

After publishing the book, he's been getting at least one letter every week regarding it.

Thanks to these letters the book gets improved with further editions.

He gets invited to various schools across the country to hold lectures but he almost always declines. (Public speeches aren't his thing and he also doesn't want to leave the farm that often.)(He made one exception for Gale because he asked very nicely and didn't take no for an answer).

Far in the future nobody remembers him as one of the heroes who saved Baldur's Gate. He's being remembered as one of Faerûn's best ornithologists.

Other companions reactions:

Lae'zel genuinely liked the book. So much in fact, she read it more than once.

Tara hates Mondays.

I projected on Karlach how hard it is to read books sometimes.

The scary part of the book was the birds of prey section.

Jaheira didn't even read the book, but she does a bang up job pretending she did. She's still very proud.

Shadowheart read it so many times during proofreading she could recite some parts with her eyes closed. For a week she had nightmares about geese.

Details:

Because whenever I make a drawing with a proper background I like talking about the details I put there. So:

The picture of magpies on the wall is the same one Connie gave Shadowheart in this comic. She kept it in the same book she kept the first night orchid he gave her.

That brigs us to the night orchid next to magpies. It's the same one.

There's a doodle of Shadowheart and Daphne near the window.

As references for all the feathers in this drawing I used feathers from my own collection.

Wooden duck is obviously the one Halsin gives you in the epilogue.

The bird drawings are from this drawing I made almost 3 years ago.

Oof, thank you for reading all that, here's one last doodle:

#bg3 #connecticut tav #shadowheart #baldur's gate 3 #oc:faust #what can i say: brainrot

[xxlemon-chanxx]

Important. PLEASE READ!!

For those of you who may not know, which I suspect is probably most of you, I had an interaction with a pro/comship blog (@toh-proship-positivity) about three weeks ago that ended in them accusing a fellow artist, a-magpie-in-gravesfield, of extremely heinous things. I originally was not going to respond to them simply because I didn't want to be bothered with such drama during the holidays. Still, these claims irritated me because, even just from my conversations with this blog and witnessing their behavior firsthand, I knew their claims were likely untrue or, at the very least, exaggerations. I am happy to announce that my intuition was correct and that the claims made about Magpie WERE NOT TRUE.

Several people approached me regarding this, and I also sought a few individuals out myself to look for answers. They provided ample proof, including screenshots, receipts, and conversations between the accuser and the accused, that prove without a shadow of a doubt in my mind that Magpie is innocent of all claims levied against him.

I, along with the help of a few others, gathered as much information as I could find, organized it, and created a master list of evidence to combat every accusation. I am going to share the folder that holds the drama overview as well as every document that was used as an external link. Here are the links to the folder and overview, respectively.

This folder with all related documents will also be downloadable as a zip file on Dropbox to anyone who wishes to have a copy for themself. DM me asking for the download link, and I will provide it to you.

This is not meant to be an attack on the person who levied the claims against Magpie, and this is NOT a call to harassment. This needs to be put out into the open so that this drama inside the Wittebane community can cease.

Here is a direct message from Magpie regarding the situation:

"I just wanted to clarify that I had no hand in making the document itself. I was approached by multiple people asking for my side of the evidence / answering questions about the timeline of things / etc. I myself never look at Horse's posts because I don't want to give any of my time to things like this (and tbh I thought they would have stopped by now). Please don't message me about this. This has been going on for over a year now, and I don't want to focus on negativity. I have already provided a lot of information to the people who made this doc. I also DO NOT condone any kind of harassment towards anyone, including anyone mentioned in this document. I did not ask for this document to be made (actually, for a long time I actively discouraged people from doing it because I thought it wasn't necessary), but because multiple slanderous accusations that included my name were recently brought up to me by people I had never interacted with before as well as friends, and Horse does not seem to have stopped, I figured I would provide my side of things to people who asked as to give answers to anyone who might have heard of this situation. This document was in no way meant to encourage bullying of any kind. Please stay safe everyone!"

#toh #toh fandom critical #toh fandom #wittebane community #the owl house drama

[littlekohai77]

Thoughts so far (Ikevil)

🄲🄾🄽🅃🄴🄽🅃 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶: This is nothing but just a ramble, a bit suggestive, op is clinically insane.

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Okay so I finally tired out Ikevil and I just wanna say....

I'm in love with William. I have known him for no longer than an hour but I'll commit war crimes for him. Wtf how can someone be so lovely??? How can someone be so captivating that other people become this obsessed with them?

I can't even begin to fathom what I'm feeling right now.

I'm so confused and intrigued because usually, the recommend suitor tends to be really cold or the route turns out to be boring. Basically they tend to be the golden cow.

But William is an anomaly. He's not cold or rude or harsh or as morally gray as others.

He seems quite level headed, polite and morally good.

At least from my impression of him so far.

Also Harrison is so 😍😫😩🙌🙏😫😭💀🤔🤤😓😬🤒🤗😘😚😡🤬😤🤯🧐😳🙄😳😳😳😍 🙇‍♀️🤰💃💃🏃‍♀️👀👁👁👀👁👁💦🔥💦😻😫😖

But I still didn't pick his route for now. I'll probably go for him after William.

Strangely enough, Liam doesn't interest me in the slightest bit in the romantic aspect. But I do want to be his friend, if that's even possible, cause he seems to be suffering.

Also Harrison gives off traitor vibes which is even more 😍🤗😍😳🙌😩

April 24... I'll keep it in mind and see for myself.

I don't know what it is I like about Ellis. Maybe it's just that I'm into size kinks and he's one tall goofy little goober. Also the fact that he wants to make you happy 😏 HUEHWUHEHEHEH

Jude Jazza. Is giving frollo vibes. Idk why IT'S GIVING FROLLO FROM HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME. Also he has a resemblance to Silvio. The tone, the 'woman', the hair, the face, the attitude.

I'm sorry but Elbert is giving FUCKING MAGPIE VIBES. It's kinda adorable. Until he steals your jewelry.

Idk what to feel about Roger. What's even more unsettling is the uncanny resemblance with Tray from Twisted Wonderland. I associate Tray always with good things but Roger gives off none of that and that clash makes me feel unnerved and queasy.

Victor... I don't know what to feel about him. His carefree and easy going nature makes me even more weary of him.

I don't like Alfons. Period.

He just radiates toxicity. He looks like he's an avid player of mind games and I do not wish to participate.

Yeah... That's about all of them for now.

ALSO KATE

KATE KATE KATE

I think I'm having another gay moment here cause goddamn is she beautiful and do I feel for her. I might just make another oc and ship her with Kate... For science..

I have bearly started the route but I'm already in love with William.

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𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)

#ikemen series #ikemen #ikevil #ikemen villains #ikemen villains jude #ikevil victor #ikevil jude #ikevil william #ikevil harrison #ikevil liam #ikevil ellis #ikevil elbert #ikevil alfons #ikevil oc #ikevil discussions #pointless rambling

[dazed-nymphsss]

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮

┕━» yandere!eddie x fem!reader

❕warnings❕: yandere tendencies, controling behavior, lying, language, adult themes, smut (mentions of oral, p in v, some sinful shit) The nsfw is highlighted in red, fluff, toxic relationship

a/n: yandere tings ig 😗✌️

『•• what i think eddie would be like if he was absolutely infatuated with you••』

Not edited or betaed.

it's only you who can tell me apart, and it's only you who can turn my wooden heart -- only you, portishead

For starters, you would never know his true colors until it was too late

he's a fun, charismatic guy, and he's well-liked by everyone who actually gets to know him. And before you, he didn't even know that he had those tendencies in the first place.

But when you came into the picture, everything for him changed, and he felt almost a primal need to protect.

It would start out as you just wanting to try something new, the legendary dungeon master inviting you to one of Hellfire's many meet-ups.

You were desperate to make friends seeing as you were new to the small quaint town of Hawkins.

The two of you became fast friends. And that's all you thought you were, friends.

He would insist that he and his club were all you needed, and soon you spoke to nobody else but the Hellfire club.

He would make what seemed like jokes, telling you that anybody other than him didn't deserve someone as sweet as you. And he was right about one thing, you were sweet.

That's how the real shit started.

Before Steve, it was all about having fun and hanging out with you whenever he deemed fit.

Steve was the only person you really spoke to besides the club, and when Eddie found out, he was entirely against it.

"He's nothing but bad news, alright? He just wants to get in your pants, this is 'King Steve' we're talking about." he would tell you once he found out, "Guys like that don't deserve to even be looked at by you."

Because he had said it as if it were a joke, a teasing smile on his face, that's what you passed it off as, a joke.

But now he was attached to your side like a puppy, where ever you went, Eddie was sure to be not far behind.

He even went as far as to learn new subjects for you so you wouldn't have to go to someone else for tutoring.

Finally, after much consulting with Dustin on how to go about it, he asked you out.

You thought Eddie was attractive, funny, and kind, so you couldn’t imagine yourself saying anything else other than yes.

He would treat you like a queen, worshiping the ground you walked on.

Eddie would begin to double down on the time he was already spending with you, which seemed impossible, yet he made it possible.

You enjoyed finding out small things about Eddie during your time spent together, but you mainly talked about you when you were together.

Soon, Eddie knew you as well as you did. He would pick up on little things that you did and keep them in his mind, hoarding them like a magpie.

You would ignore the late-night, uninvited visits from him, his clumsy ass "sneaking" into your room through your window. He insisted that he could sleep without you, and it was true, he couldn't find himself drifting off without his head against your chest and your hands in his hair, his arms wrapped around you tightly as if you were a lifeline.

By the time you noticed something was seriously wrong, it was when he began to keep you from your friends in Hellfire.

He couldn't trust you with anyone else, he felt as though you were treasure, and he needed to save you from being tainted by the disgusting cruelty of the world.

Eddie knew what it felt like to be ridiculed by the world around him, and he couldn't bear the thought of you being treated the same.

With the eventual complaints from you, he would brush them off and dismiss them quickly, trying to distract you with witty banter or jokes to take your mind off of you.

(NSFW) When you finally gave yourself to him, he felt as though he was given a gift from a higher power. You were untouched, a virgin. His pretty, perfect, innocent, untouched princess. He took note of everything that made you tick, memorizing your pussy like a map. He made you feel pleasure you never thought you could. And in a way, it made you more attached to him in the long run.

Soon, sex became a new way to distract you from your concerns, and more so, the people around you.

When you finally manage to make your concerns voiced, avoiding his distractions, he wasn't thrilled. It was explosive.

Eddie was baffled at how you couldn't see how awful people were. How cruel and unforgiving high school hierarchies could be.

He felt shitty for it, but he guilt-tripped you with tears and pleading.

(NSFW) The argument was concluded with his head between your thighs as he whimpered apologies into your cunt as he devoured you. But in the back of his mind, he wasn't sorry at all. It was for your own good.

There was an instance that had truly scared you.

Steve was just trying to be nice, he had spoken to Dustin about what your favorite movies were, and took the liberty of delivering them to your house after he hadn't heard from you. He used the videotapes as an excuse to check on you.

Unfortunately for the hopeless romantic, Eddie was listening from the living room while you spoke with Steve at the front door.

"Ever since you started hanging out with that Munson kid, nobody sees much of you anymore. Are you okay?"

How dare he, how dare he? How dare Steve Harrington make you question your relationship with him. How dare Steve come to your house while you and he were perfectly content watching movies.

Eddie was quick to appear behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist protectively, an eyebrow raising at Steve, daring him to continue.

"Sorry, I didn't know you had company," Steve would apologize.

"No, no, it's alright," you would promise, making Eddie scowl, "We were just watching some movies if you wanted to jo-"

"AAAlright, that's enough, time for you to go, Harrington," Eddie stopped your offer in its tracks, attempting to close the door, but Steve put his foot in the way.

"No man, I don't think so."

Steve knew something was wrong. But he wasn't sure if you knew it as well.

It turned into an argument between the two and quickly escalated from there, Eddie swinging first.

It was all a blur from there. You begged Eddie to get off your friend, and eventually, he did, but not without leaving Steve with a nasty black eye.

When you managed to pull Eddie inside and slam the door behind you, you scolded him, asking what the hell was wrong with him.

"Remember what I told you? He just wants to get in your pants! He wants what's mine!" Eddie would try to reason.

You were pretty shaken up, not in the mood to argue with him, knowing he would never let up. He was stubborn like that.

You were clearly distraught about the situation, and Eddie saw this as yet another opportunity to drive the point home that people were awful and didn't deserve a sweetheart like you.

Eddie had consoled you that night, wiping away our tears as he held your head in his lap. He hated seeing you cry, but it was for your own good.

All for your own good.

give me some more ideas for some yandere!eddie, i like writing for him

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie x fem!reader #eddie my love #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #yandere!eddie munson #yandere!eddie #eddie munson headcannon #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader

[sweaterkittensahoy]

I found your post about inbox empty and no camp requests literally five minutes after opening the tumblr post episode 8. Were you summoned? Was I? Who cares.

I haven’t had the time to properly comment on your 2buck sexy prompt fill but please do know I will BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY HEAD. So fucking well written (pace, words, characterizations, aaaaah). I ramble, sorry.

Back to the point at hand, PROMPT(s) for my two favorite idiots (Buck/Bucky):

- post war bliss, let’s heal the boys a bit and give them their happiness

- set whenever, possessive Gale (boy is 100% unhinged, called it day 1 when Greenland tower control told him to circle back and he just floored it like a goddamn pro)

- magpie behavior John, he just collects stuff for Gale and brings it to him, it’s a character trait (bikes, shit needed to make a crystal radio, boy just does)

- observer Gale, he just loves the physicality John moves in when he’s in Major mode and when he gets the rare chance to look without being seen or having to worry what is seen on his face he just looks and lets himself feel it

- talismans, I love the idea of both of them having something that means ‘I am of my beloved and my beloved is of mine’

- literally whatever other sexy scenario you can concoct, your whiskey one has rewired a couple of circuits in my brain

- soulmarks, on the basis that I’m a sucker for them

Bonus for good ole Benny De Marco as Gale’s keeper when John isn’t around while at the same time John’s handler when Gale’s not there (ngl this is because of the way Buck yells De Marco’s name in the pilot, my boys are MATES™️).

I am afraid I single-handedly murdered your inbox, please forgive me.

Thank you in advance and cheers ✨❤️

(These are all amazing, and I would like to encourage anyone who is reading this and gets an idea from one of these to write you one of the ones I don't [or write the one I did but as your own thing!])

In the barracks, each bed comes with a side table. It has a drawer and a lamp. Most of the boys keep a photo of a loved one on the top, a skin mag in the drawer, and whatever they carry in their pockets each day next to the photo.

Buck's is different because he keeps whatever he carries in his pockets in the drawer, and on the table itself is a collection of random objects that look like he's collecting odds and ends with no real sense. Amongst the clutter are the following things:

A skeleton key with a filigree 'G' carved into the head.

A rock that shines when the sunlight hits it during the day.

A broken bracelet made of blue stones.

A tiny piece of foil shaped into an oak leaf cluster.

The first time a replacement asks about it--because Major Cleven doesn't seem the type to collect odds and ends--Demarco barks a laugh and buys the replacement a drink.

"It's not Cleven's collection. Well, it is. But it's not."

The replacement stares at Demarco. "Uh-huh. Clear as mud."

Demarco sighs. "They're all his, but he didn't pick them, okay?"

"That's no clearer."

Demarco shrugs. "You'll figure it out."

A week later, the replacement is reading in his bunk when Major Egan walks in, giggly and flushed from drinking. He drops hard onto Major Cleven's bed. Major Cleven is--or was--sleeping, but he wakes up and huffs a laugh and says as calm and even as he seems to do everything. "What are you up to?"

Major Egan holds out a hand. "Look what I found!"

Major Cleven squints at Major Egan's hand. "It's a penny."

"No, look closer," Major Egan says. He picks up the penny with his other hand and holds it very close to Major Cleven's eyes. "Look."

Major Cleven grabs Major Egan's wrist and pulls it back a few inches. He squints at the penny, then reaches over and flicks on his lamp. He squints at the penny again. "It's still a penny, John."

"No, it's your birth year," Major Egan says. "See?" He points. "And I found it heads up! It's double good luck for you."

The replacement suddenly realizes neither of them have clocked that he's there. He coughs politely, and suddenly, both Majors are looking at him.

"Is this your first time experiencing Major Egan in his magpie form?" Major Cleven asks.

"Uh," the replacement says.

"He acts like it's silly, but he keeps all of them," Major Egan says, gesturing to Major Cleven.

The replacement expects Major Cleven to scoff or shove Major Egan off his bed. Instead, he smiles and holds out his hand.

"I don't act like it's silly," Major Cleven says and looks at his table for a long moment before setting down very precisely. "I just can't follow your booze-soaked reasoning when you wake me up in the middle of the night."

Major Egan flops sideways so he's taking over half of Major Cleven's bed. "It's only ten, you old man."

Major Cleven stares at Major Egan. "We have an audience, John."

"Eh," Major Egan says and rolls over, stealing Major Cleven's pillow.

"Hey, give that back!" Major Cleven says, yanking the pillow, but Major Egan isn't giving it up.

The replacement doesn't know what to do, so he goes back to his book. The next night at the officer's club, he buys Demarco a drink.

"What was it this time?" Demarco asks.

"A penny from his birth year that he found face up."

Demarco bursts into laughter. "Oh, that's a whole new level of lovesick."

"Are they together?"

"Joined at the hip and a few other parts," Demarco says, then downs his drink. He slaps the replacement on the back. "Come on. I'll let you tell Brady what the latest one is. He'll love it."

#masters of the air #outsider pov #not sure how that happened #buck/buck #goose #bucksquared #fic prompt #magpie egan

[slocumjoe]

Love your work, really encapsulates the various companions.

Love to see how the companions should react to a companion who either collects a bunch of prewar stuff or just gives them a bunch of little goofy gifts all the time.

Romanced or not, either is fine I think this works well for all of the companions.

(because some of us show effection like crows and give our friends and loved ones little stupid things that make us think of them.)

This was one of the first requests I got, which means it's been a while, so thank you for your patience 💕

Anyway more of my X6-88 is a grumpy, prickly little asshole propaganda

Companions and an Old World antiques collector/magpie person

Cait; always owned only what she could have on her person, so someone who just...has shit, seemingly because they found it shiny, is alien. Even more so once they start trying to share. That's when she freaked out. People don't give Cait shit unless they're looking for something in exchange. If ever convinced that no, this is a present with no strings attached, Cait is even more weirded out. Over time, will come to understand that this, like, a peace offering thing. Oh, alright, it's like cats bringing you mice. Got it. Might start returning the favor, so long as they're okay with small-scale stuff she can easily find.

Codsworth; Panic. Feels an obligation to take very good care of whatever they give him. Will make meticulous spaces for the gifts. Ends up basically playing Barbie with it all. Puts it on pillows, always dusts them, carefully arranges them in ways that he thinks would make the items happiest. Gets nervous if other people even look at their trinkets, or the gifts they've given him. It doesn't help that everything is an antique.

Curie; One of the companions who's doing the same thing. She's curious, she wants to see all there is of the world. Sometimes that means hoarding little baubles. Loves round and shiny things. Their collecting doesn't faze her, nor does the gifting; it's how many things they find. Curie has trinkets, but they...they have a treasure trove. Where are they finding this stuff? Legally, she hopes?

Danse; Doesn't mean to, but ends up treating them as, like...a bloodhound for historical items. Go, boy, go find a pre-historic flipphone from the 2000s! Danse himself is a tip-tappy puppy when bygone technology is involved. Getting presents though...different story. Unless it's tech, something for him to use, he's uncomfortable. Not extremely, like in any other situation where someone expresses affection towards him, but enough he recoils and blinks the first time.

Deacon; Whatever they give him is now a prop for the one-man comedy show that is Deacon Railroadagent. A magnifying glass, and he becomes Nick for awhile. A newspaper, he's complaining about election results and how the taxes are gonna go up. A stuffed animal—Oi, 'e's jus'a l'i'le stree' urch'n, mista, spar'a gohl' coin fah suppah? How could you enable him like this. How could you.

Gage; If you're not pawning it, why bother? Gage thinks like Cait, less is better, easier, not a waste of time and space. Sure, sometimes they scrap shit for parts, but not always. Sometimes they just put it around, decor or whatever. If given anything, 98% chance he is turning around and selling it. If he likes them, will slip it into their bag or personal living space. If very close, he'll keep the damn thing, just...don't ask where it is. Somewhere? Wherever it is, he didn't make caps off it. That's good enough, right...?

Hancock; Will keep precise inventory of their collections and point out if they do or don't have something, when they stumble on a potential new item. Has a surprisingly good idea for authenticity, the goods, as it were. You will never get swindled, buying an antique with Hancock. Sixth sense. It's weird. Why do you know what this one baseball pitcher's favored pen for autographs was? Keeps every present he's ever been given, will make a separate pile for the stuff they give him.

MacCready; Soul. Mates. Always trading shit. Always going off on their own for a certain item they know the other would love, only to run into each other at the exact same item. If they share a home, the only thing keeping it from being a thriftstore is the stickers. Mac is a magpie. He's a collector. He likes having things. Used to satisfy this interest with Hancock as a bro's night, but now. It's like watching penguins throw the same shiny rock at each other over and over.

Nick; doesn't mean to, but flirts hard-core. Got a thing for antiques, huh? You know vintage finery when you see it, don't you? Those hands of yours really know how to handle Old World treasures, don't they? Nick. Nick. Please. He doesn't notice. Will need to be told, hey, you sound really horny. Horrified. He's made those jokes to every mechanic that gave him a tune-up. People who had their hands inside him. This includes Danse.

Piper; Just let her read the newspapers they find, and she's a happy camper. Also not a collector kind of person, but a present is a present. Honestly, though, also on the side of "just sell it." Unless it's historically important, especially sentimental, or useful, the extra caps would be more practical. She's never going to say that, hell no, and she'll find them little trinkets to add to their collection, but internally, wonders if it's a coping mechanism or something.

Preston; Is uncapable of having things after Quincy, always paranoid about needing to be on the move again. Feels lingering dread around magpie types, now, privately considers them Chekov's Gun. Now, Preston understands this mostly irrational and pushes it down whenever he gets a little twitchy about it. Will even enjoy talking about their collection, especially if there's historical shit. But there's always a tiny little goblin voice whispering "this poor bastard"

X6-88; Why are you hoarding garbage? Are you making your own scrap yard? Wait, this is all to keep? All of it? Oh. So, why are you hoarding garbage? Just to have? So it is a scrap yard. It's a neverending cascade of increasingly judgemental questioning. Like when children get curious and are unintentionally Satan's Water Torture. Will try to aid them in their collection by giving them things he thinks they'd like, but is...literal garbage. Gets magnificently indignant if they decline. TRASH IS TRASH. WHATS WRONG WITH THIS TRASH?!

This situation would have even the most incompassionate Institute scientists consider that synths could be people with free will. Because they sure as shit didn't make him like this.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #companions react #robert joseph maccready #porter gage #codsworth

[icyxmischief]

NOBODY MOVE, IM GONNA WRITE SOOOOOOOO MUCH ABOUT THIS TOMORROW.

It's gonna pivot around the MAGNIFICENT development around the two times Loki has said to loved ones, "For you: for all of us" and the thematic significance of his personal development from "desperately bartering, suicidal, and jealous, defined by everything he isn't and loses being" to "I know what sort of God I have to be," the God of Narratives, of Stories, literally taking poached and enslaved timelines and the precious souls within who are also trying to self-author their destinies, in his bare hands, literally illuminating the multiverse green (the hue of life!) with new freedom JUST TO BE, TO EXIST, WITHOUT CENSURE! Loki, seated now at the epicenter of ALL of material existence, allowing an infinite web of could-be's and will-be's to radiate outward and outward, infinitely scaling, holding their newer, better source together like Atlas or Prometheus or indeed the Ouroboros at the roots of what, to me, REALLY resembled Yggdrasil.

Loki, smiling a small, bittersweet smile, because his glorious purpose ended up the opposite of vainglorious notoriety. It ended up being known solely by the number of people you can count on one hand. His golden throne, his highest form and his ultimate victory are to bring and to sustain life, to allow life to choose its own path without any candle-snuffing "predestiny," and no one will know he is arguably the most important force for good in all of existence. But he's happy because he has grown into the fullness of himself. He's happy because he is defined by who he IS, not who Thor or Odin or Asgard or Jotunheim are. Not by who or what is good or evil or "worthy." Not even by who other Lokis are. He has his reflection in the mirror. He exists: not absence, but unconquerable presence.

When I tell you that I have never been prouder of a character's actions in canon in my ENTIRE LIFE....it is no exaggeration. Do y'all KNOW how many YEARS I've hoped for this? Argued the validity and redemptive potential of this character? Loki didn't die pointlessly at Thanos's feet. Loki devoted CENTURIES of learning and endurance...LOKI became THE engineer of tens of trillions of lives SAVED. There is NOT ONE OTHER muse in the MCU who has saved lives on THIS SCALE.

Magpie, Wolf Mother at the roots and branches of Yggdrasil, I love you so much. You have this heart and this human imagination forever.

#loki season 2 #loki 2 spoilers #meta #loki meta

[teecupangel]

*Jumps through the window with a tea in hand* OK.. ok ok! I just read Desmond as Talia brother and now..... Desmond and Bruce! That's it! You will not tell me that Bruce looked at our crazy assassin and didn't have some sort of awakening! That's it! *puts the tea on the table and leaves through the sealing*

Here’s the Desmond is Talia’s twin brother idea for those curious.

Oh man, this could totally be part of the Desmond is Talia’s twin brother AU and Desmond is Bruce’s bisexual awakening. Hell, he might even try to shake it off and keep pushing the idea that he isn’t attracted to Desmond, he’s attracted to Talia and Desmond looks like Talia (it would be super funny if they were twins but Desmond still looks like Desmond and does not look that similar to Talia at all).

Talia noticed it, of course, and it’s just one more rivalry she has with her brother (which she’s winning!). Desmond isn’t blind, of course. He noticed that Bruce likes ‘like’ him but he ignores it because what else was he supposed to do in this situation? He has no interest in Bruce other than to see just how he would ‘grow up’ under the tutelage of the League of Assassins.

Until…

He became Batman.

And Desmond wasn’t going to lie. He found Batman hot in so many ways that really just showed just how fucked up the way he was raised… twice.

But Batman also annoys the hell out of him, most especially because of his no killing code so…

Desmond’s relationship with Bruce: Desmond is the kindest of the League members Bruce trained with and they have some kind of friendship.

Desmond’s relationship with Batman: Strained af. Reluctant allies most of the time but Batman spend most of his time trying to stop Desmond from killing a criminal. This usually ends in some kind of debate between them about just how much suffering and death a person needs to do for Batman to finally see they’re beyond saving and it even goes as far as Batman challenging the three tenets of Desmond’s Creed (which is slowly making its way to the League). Jokes on him because he still has the Bleeds’ memories of questioning the Creed and its tenets so Desmond doesn’t mind.

Of course, this does turn into some sort of weird love… tripod with Bruce in the middle and Talia, Desmond and Catwoman.

You know what would be funny? If Desmond doesn’t want to be part of any romantic entanglement and he knows his attraction to both Bruce (emotional) and Batman (physical) is dangerous but being Talia’s brother means he has the obligation not to suppport their relationship so he could annoy Talia so he goes “I ship Batman with Catwoman” even when he doesn’t really care.

Catwoman, on the other hand, finds Batman’s ‘romantic’ entanglement with the twins funny and ships Batman with Desmond because Desmond is nice to her (as one of the few rogue galleries that aren’t exactly in need of being assassinated. Plus,, she sees Desmond’s magpie tendencies as a kind of kinship with him).

Talia ships herself with Batman, of course, and the fact that there seemed to be some attraction between Batman and her brother is… more or less giving her complicated feelings.

Among the BatFamily, Jason is absolutely shipping Desmond with Bruce/Batman. Damien is torn between wanting his parents to find some common ground (and maybe more) and by the fact that he wants his uncle to be happy. The others want no part of it and just want to see the drama unfold while being worried about the damage it’ll have on Bruce if it does unfold.

Cass is raised by Desmond in this one so she may or may not be part of the Batfamily. Regardless, she would want her baba to be happy but… does it really have to be Batman?

#desmond al ghul au #ra’s just watching in the background #he ain’t getting in the middle of his children’s fighting #no good would ever come from that #he’d be like “good luck batman i’m out!” #desmond doesn’t want to be part of any entanglement #thank you #harley quinn thinks that stems from his own issues #damien be like “if they marry do i have to call uncle stepfather???” #assassin's creed #ask and answer #desmond miles #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #fic idea: batman #fic idea: crossover #batman

[runwayrunway]

No. 50 - All Nippon Airways Airbus A380 "Flying Honu" Livery

Happy 50th Runway Runway post! I had a bit of a hard time deciding what to do for it - after all, it's a pretty significant number. I already sort of know what I want to do for the 100th post, but I hadn't put much thought into the 50th, and I had to scuttle any plans for something long and interesting after a rather stressful week. Instead I decided to do something both fun and requested!

source: ANA Stories

One (well, three!) of the most beloved special liveries out there, All Nippon Airways' turtle-themed "Flying Honu" Airbus A380. These three friendly giants fly from Japan to Honolulu, delighting anyone lucky enough to see them.

Actually, I love the Flying Honu so much I have one myself.

I would describe myself as a bit of a magpie. I collect useless things, be they historical ephemera, horror movie memorabilia, old books, pretty rocks, or way too many fountain pen inks given I mostly use them to take notes. I even have a bunch of my old teeth in a pillbox. Surprisingly, though, the things my talons have lodged in don't include many model airplanes. I have...a few. I've actually, though serendipity, gotten two more since I started this blog, expanding my collection to a startling five. Maybe seven if you count my Starscream and Brainstorm figures, but I don't think I even remember how to put either of them in their alt modes. The fact is that while they aren't a fortune or anything plane figures are expensive enough that it's a commitment to buy one, and I usually only do when I stumble on a good deal for a model I really want. And one of the few times I've actually decided that I just needed a model of a specific livery was the "Flying Honu" A380. Specifically, the one I have is the airframe registered JA382A, Kai. (She's the 1:500 JC Wings diecast model and is around the size of my hand.)

I just needed to be able to gently tap her nose in person, okay? She can't fit up on the shelf with a lot of my other miscellaneous trinkets so she sits on my desk and sometimes I explain things to her while trying to figure them out, like a coding rubber duck. She makes me happy.

All Nippon Airways (全日本空輸) is a major Japanese airline. In fact, in terms of both fleet size and number of destinations they're bigger than flag carrier JAL. They're consistently described as being among the best airlines in the world for the discerning well-to-do business traveler, and let's just say that's not me, but what I am is a reviewer of airline liveries, and ANA sure has those! In addition to their standard Triton Blue livery they do all sorts of special designs, particularly crossovers with properties like Pokémon and Star Wars. All of these are something I would like to someday feature, but none of them matter at all to me when compared to the Flying Honu, introduced with the A380 fleet in 2019.

A couple of times when I've told people I know about this livery they asked me if 'honu' is Japanese for 'turtle'. That's a reasonable question, but the Japanese word for turtle is 'kame'. 'Honu' is the word for turtle, though - in Hawaiian.

image: ANA

In fact, Honolulu is the A380s' only destination. ANA didn't really want A380s to begin with, but ended up stuck with them while acquiring another airline. The thing about the A380, and the reason it failed commercially and so few were ever built, is that the use-case for a massive plane is pretty limited. It goes as such: you have a passengerbase of people who have to travel from one giant hub that can land an A380 to another frequently enough that you can actually make money on a plane with four entire engines.

Okay, so the use-case is that you're Emirates. ANA might be expensive, but they don't really have the central location or sheer amount of regular business travelers that Dubai does. 'Three' also isn't really that many A380s, which creates a bit of a question of reliability. So instead they fixed the problem in a way that's honestly pretty genius: they made it turtles.

image: ANA

ANA seems to be generally invested in Hawaii, with a fair amount of partnerships with local organizations. A lot of Hawaiian real estate is owned by Japanese companies, and those of Japanese descent are the second-larget ethnic group in Hawaii at 16.7%, so it makes sense that a lot of people would want to travel there. Tokyo to Honolulu is a nice 9-hour flight with no possibility for a stopover of any kind (unless they invent civilian aircraft carriers for A380s), so it's the perfect route for precisely three really huge planes.

images: ANA

They can fit 520 passengers across four classes on one flight, seated across both decks of the massive planes. There is also a section of seats which convert to couches, marketed for families. Those who fly this route get to enjoy rainbow lighting and the ability to buy a duty-free 1:500 model of the plane (not the same model I have, though, I'm pretty sure) or a set of Flying Honu plushes.

Ra looks like she's plotting something. Lani looks like she's never had a single thought in her life.

And they do make money off this, because people absolutely love these planes. People have apparently had their weddings on these planes, and I would too! They make ten weekly flights right now, but in December that will be increasing to fourteen weekly, or two daily.

Okay, so, the actual liveries.

Here's Kai in full-size! The light in my room make her look way cooler toned in the photographs, but in real life she's this color. It's frequently described as 'green' or 'emerald green', but I think it's definitely turquoise and would go so far as to call it blue. Whatever the case, it's meant to represent the color of the sea near Hawaii. Kai is also distinct from the others because of her eyes, which are closed as she smiles from ear to ear. That's why she's my favorite - she just looks so happy!

...a bit weirder looking from upfront, but look how even the ventral fairing is painted! That's part of the flippers where they curl around, tucked into the shell. Unlike the Transocean Air Jinbei Jets, the cockpit windows blend in with the 'scales' of the Flying Honu, looking rather natural.

'Ra' is a beautiful orange, meant to represent the Hawaiian sunset. She has a bit of a peach undertone if you look closely, but her details are done in an extremely vivid reddish orange. Her distinguishing feature are those gigantic eyelashes, similar to Sakura Jinbei's. The actual mouth shape on all three planes appears to be the same, but I find that the eyes still give them distinct 'personalities'. Ra has always looked very thoughtful to me.

Just look at her in flight! I've never understood why people call the 747 stately or graceful, and same for the A380 - double-decker planes are just inherently goofy-looking, and that's great, but ANA managed to make one look pretty elegant. I think it's because turtles are already regarded as large and slow creatures, so fitting like for like just makes it seem as natural for this absolutely gigantic aircraft to be flying as it is for a turtle to swim.

Finally, Lani, the turtle everyone agrees to be blue, represents the Hawaiian sky during its brightest color in daylight. If you look closely, you can see her blue 'eyeshadow', which I've always thought made her look relaxed.

This picture gives a good angle of my only real critique of the Flying Honu, which is that the shells and heads don't entirely look aligned, as if the head is in the process of being retracted. That said, I think that's just a fact of working with the shape of an airplane. There's just no more space below to fit any more shell.

Rather than being just one turtle, though, each "Flying Honu" has two fully rendered baby turtles following behind their 'mother'.

I think this is adorable, and beyond that it solves a crucial problem - the tail. Turtles do have those, but not in a way that maps onto a standard empennage. Instead, ANA makes the smart choice to end the shell at a certain point and add these two extra turtles make-way-for-ducklings-ing their way across the fuselage for more visual interest, leaving the tail empty for an ANA logo without making it jarring. This is a huge improvement over the Jinbei Jets, which again serve as a point of comparison as the other major Japanese marine life planes. (Amakusa Airlines is way smaller and thus not going to get caught up in this.)

I mean, it's hard to find too much to say about these that isn't just "oh my gosh, look at them". The Flying Honu are vividly colored, with clever shapes used to make them immediately recognizable as turtles. I smile every time I see one, including the little one on my desk!

And in case you weren't already delighted, there's two extra bonus turtles!

I think it's pretty obvious I'm giving these an A+. Come on, just...just look at them. The fact that ANA bothered to make three distinct ones with their own names and faces is just icing on the cake for me, but I do love that they did.

I can't believe I didn't find a way to fit this in earlier into the post, but I really love turtles. If you have an aquarium near you, and that aquarium has turtles, I really recommend stopping by to see them. My local New England Aquarium has had Myrtle for more than 50 years. As they describe her, 'the 550-lb Queen of the Giant Ocean Tank is large, in charge, and ready to receive your adoration'.

True to form, although a lot larger and dealing in a different type of fluid dynamics, the Flying Honu jets get plenty of my adoration too.

#tarmac fashion week #grade: a+ #era: 2010s #era: 2020s #all nippon airways #aquairium #region: east asia #region: japan

[kavohh707]

Befriending wildlife can sometimes lead to very sad moments because sometimes you loose them. And since I know not everybody wants to read sad bird stories on here, I put the story beneath the line, so you can decide to read it or not.

First some back story. I had started to befriend the crows in my neighbourhood a couple of years ago and it is not always easy, some start to trust you very fast, some are more shy. My neighbourhood is only inhabited by crow pairs with very clear territories, but sometimes new pairs move in. And this year in late the late summer a new pair moved in directly in the street where I live. It was the crow from the picture, a mixture of a carrion crow and a hooded crow, and a carrion crow. They had tried to establish themselves in the area before, but the other pair that was close by, didn't allow it, but by early autumn they came by more often. Whenever I saw them I gave them some peanuts, but they were very shy. Eventually they realized where I live and I started to throw peanuts from my balcony. I only managed to take one picture, the one above, as they were always spooked by the camera. After a while they started to sit on the tree opposite my living room window and peeked into my flat to see if I would come out to give them some peanuts. I was slowly building up trust and was sure that they would eventually allow me closer and would not be spooked by the camera any more.

Today I heard a lot of crows screaming outside and I saw them chasing a bird of prey which I couldn't identify, but over the last couple of weeks I have seen the crows and magpies of this area chasing a buzzard as well as a goshawk, so it wasn't a too uncommon thing to notice. But then the caws started to change and I stepped out on my balcony and saw a dead crow lying on the street and it was the one in the picture while their partner was sitting in the tree in front of my balcony cawing and other crows were cawing from the roofs. Yes, crows caw over dead crows, some say this is a funeral behaviour (see here for a researcher explaining the behaviour and why you shouldn't pick up a dead crow or their feathers).

I think the crow was attacked by a bird of prey, because even if the crow was dead on the street I don't think it was hit by a car. City crows are way to clever and very good at noticing cars when they are on the street. I have seen this one clearly calculating when to move away from an approaching car.

So yeah, I lost one of my crows and it makes me very sad. I know birds of preys need food too, that is nature, but crows hold a special place in my heart, so it hurts.

PS Now that it is dark and rainy I went down and took the dead crow from the street and put it well hidden beneath the bushes in my garden. I just didn't want the crow to be crushed by cars.

#crow #corvids #birds #hooded crow #carrion crow #nebelkrähe #rabenkrähe

[heich0e]

(inspired by this post by mintmatcha bc it made me think of magpie loverboy livio)

the building where you live is called the barracks.

it's a cold, characterless block of chambers on the 20th floor of the monolithic tower that looms in the dead center of the city of julai. along the long, sterile corridor that comprises the floor, every room that lines either side (sometimes referred to as dorms) looks the exact same. they're equipped with one bed and one desk. there are no windows, just a single light overhead and a lamp for the desk for those who are lucky enough to be granted one. the walls are bare. the sheets are scratchy. the doors lock only from the outside.

they really ought to call them cells.

your dorm is seven minute journey from the lab on the 33rd floor, accounting for the elevator ride. when doctor conrad needs to summon you, his voice crackles out through the small intercom speaker built into the wall. it's not two-way--you have no means of answering back--you simply know that when you're called you obey. you don't even consider any different.

it's the same reason why they don't bother locking you in anymore.

it's not as though you have anywhere to run.

after another long day of assisting dr. conrad in the lab, you're dismissed with a wave of the hand whose meaning you've grown to understand as a signal to depart. he doesn't even bother looking at you; he just lifts his hand in a limp gesture from his desk, his eyes still fixed to the screen of the monitor before him. you dip in a parting bow anyway, backing yourself towards the door.

you make your way back to your dorm--the same walk you've made a thousand times--each step robotic and rehearsed. it's a path so familiar you're sure you could make it even with your eyes closed; a journey so well-known to you that you don't even bother to lift your eyes from your feet as you place one in front of the other on the cold, tiled floor.

julai tower is so incredibly vast that you rarely cross paths with anyone else along the way, even though the eye of michael is anything but lacking when it comes to its members. but you appreciate that fact. socialization is often more unpleasant than the solitude.

your luck runs out on the 28th floor.

the elevator grinds to a halt unexpectedly, ninety seconds earlier than it should. your eyes flicker up from your feet to the panel on the opposite side of the narrow elevator car, and you realize that it's stopped to pick up another passenger. you press yourself to the wall in anticipation of the doors sliding open, your eyes rushing to resume their downturned gaze.

you know who enters the confined space without looking up. you'd recognize him even without the disdainful kiss of his teeth that he makes as he spots you while he steps across the threshold.

bluesummers.

his presence is effortlessly suffocating; the doors sliding closed behind him leave you feeling deprived for air. legato doesn't need to touch you, doesn't need to exert his power over you at all, and yet you still feel as though his hands are on your body--every part of your body--like his presence is crushing in on you from every side.

the sensation makes you feel sick.

"learn to greet your superiors," he sneers.

if you had greeted him, he would have taken issue with that too. legato bluesummers would find any reason to fault you if he could. any means to justify a punishment.

"bluesummers," you murmur weakly, lifting your head and nodding in his direction. his lip curls in disgust at the sound of your voice.

he must have returned that day while you were working. he'd been gone for weeks now, from what you could tell, sent out into no man's land on a mission that you didn't have the clearance to know the details of. his departure was something you had learned only in passing, only because you're always listening even when no one thinks you are. you knew he was gone, and you knew who had gone with him.

and now you know they're back.

the doors open on the 20th floor, but you feel no relief.

you won't feel safe until you're back inside your own room, with the door closed behind you. won't feel any semblance of comfort until the elevator carries the man beside you further away.

you step out past him briskly, moving much faster than you normally would, and don't spare him a second glance. you feel his eyes on you every step of the way back to your dorm, until the elevator doors slide shut once more.

getting back to your room is your singular focus, but seven doors down from your own quarters in the barracks, you pause. the doors had been open that morning, because the occupant had been away.

they're closed now, but they aren't locked.

the man shut behind them had long-stopped trying to run, too.

you stare at the panels of metal that seal the small room shut, reaching out until your fingertips are just shy of brushing the surface. you stop before they make contact, your outstretched hand curling into a tight fist.

you turn and continue walking back towards your own dorm.

your room is the same as it always is as you step through the doorway, and the mechanisms of the door groan unpleasantly as the two panels of metal join together when the shut behind you. it takes a moment for the overhead light to flicker on, which leaves you trapped in darkness temporarily, but when the bulb does eventually come to life something unexpected catches your attention--a glimmer of something that shouldn't be there peeking out from underneath your thin pillow.

your heartbeat knocks against your brittle ribs as you tiptoe closer.

it's small. littler than the tip of your pinkie finger. tiny enough to cradle in the palm of your hand. it's a carving of some sort, made of an unidentifiable ore. you aren't sure what it's supposed to be, or what it's made of--you haven't seen enough of the world outside of julai tower to know things like that. but it's cool to the touch. even as it rests against your skin, it doesn't seem to leech any of the heat from your body. it glitters in the light overhead. it's delicate. pretty even.

your throat feels tight.

quietly you crouch beside the edge of your bed, snaking your hand underneath the corner of your thin, lumpy mattress. from below you pull out an old, threadbare pillow case you'd hidden away years ago. at the bottom of the case a few things rattle around. a thimble. an old coin. a few shiny rocks. a broken watch-face. some small wood carvings, half-rotted away by time. you add your glittering little trinket to the collection, admiring it for a moment.

you think of the boy who had given them to you. a secret shared only between you both. a meaning in the little treasures that you don't know how to understand.

you think of livio, seven rooms away.

you pack the items carefully back into their pillowcase, return it safely to its hiding place beneath your mattress, and then you crawl into your bed overtop.

the light above your head flickers as you peer up at it drowsily. it's not unusual to see it dim and brighten sporadically, the inconsistent buzz a long-familiar sound you've learned to filter out. it won't keep you awake the way it used to. won't burrow itself into your brain it the same manner that it had once driven you mad.

it's easy to ignore it now.

it's easy to shut your eyes and let the world disappear.

it's easy to focus on other things. nicer things.

like the feeling of cool metal against your skin. the slight lump you can feel underneath your mattress. the steady thump of your heart.

sleep comes to you more quickly than it has in weeks.

you're happy that he's home.

#livio x reader #livio the double fang x reader #trigun drabble #trigun writing #writing

[galaxy98]

Favorites Meme

Tagged by:@matt0044

Favorite Color: N/A

Currently Reading: Treasure Island by Robert Luis Stevenson. For most of my life, I was mostly familiar with it through the 2002 Disney adaptation of the story, which was completely different from the original. Heck I didn't even know that it was an actual story until my mid-teens. So in combination of wanting to expand my media literacy and Dr. Livesey memes, I decided to bite the bullet and buy the book. So far, I've been pretty engaged with it. I had know no idea that it was told through Jim Hawkins's POV.

Last Song: Hajanga by Jacob Collier. About a year ago(?) I found this interesting Youtube channel that uploads videos of miscellaneous performances by musicians and puts a music sheet on the bottom to show the notes they're singing or playing. Also they put funny titles up to entice viewers. What I didn't know was that Jacob has a music career and I got the chance to listen to one of his songs. Highly recommend listening to the live MIT performance of Hajanga.

Last Series: King Of The Hill. I mainly put that on for background noise since I've seen it a hundred times. There are some other shows that I want to watch but I want to commit to it without any distractions.

Last Movie: Mission Impossible Dead Reckoning Part One. While this is the 7th installment in the series, it's actually my 2nd viewing--last one being the first movie I rented from the library. So far my impressions is that this is a series full of twists and turns. You can never be so sure of who you can trust the first time around.

Currently Working On: Nothing concrete at the moment. I've mostly have ideas that are swarming around in my head that may or may not come to fruition. Last thing I ever uploaded to AO3 back in January was a Deltarune fanfic called Winter Wonderland (AKA What's Eating Noelle Holiday?), a sorta post Chapter 2 story were Noelle experiences a nightmare involving her missing/possibly dead sister and how she comes to grips with that with most of the Kris and Susie Darkworld stuff being in the background. I had original plans for a short story involving Dess and Asriel but that's scrapped as of right now. Also, I'm currently hyperfixated on Elemental and it's still very likely that some ideas I have for THAT may never come to life. Probably the most vicious cycle of any given writer.

I'll leave a link for the aforementioned story but be warned, I was mostly press for time trying to get that out so it may be not be my 100%. So if I ever go back and revise it, you'll know why. https://archiveofourown.org/works/44080062/chapters/110833800

Tags: @gojira007 @magpie-allosaurus @nrwynter @fenth-eiria @adrian-shepard @shybi-n-ready2cry @paperbagedhead

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