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#out of wings 》》》 shenanigans

ghost-bxrd · 3 months

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Prompt:

Wing!fic

Only very few people are born with wings. Even less with the ability to use them to fly.

Jason has both but kept them hidden for various reasons.

When he comes back to Gotham as the Red Hood and is spotted by some of his (ex) family, they think he’s an… actual angel.

That… works in Jason’s favor. For some reason.

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puppetmaster13u · 9 days

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Prompt 296

Through a series of miscommunication, the League is now under the impression that Batman, strange cryptid that he is, may or may not have given birth to the other vigilantes running around in Gotham. This was not helped by Bruce referring to all of his children, no matter how big they get, as his babies. Nor was it helped by Red Robin, in the middle of a narcolepsy-fueled imminent crash, mentioned how he had no mother.

It also doesn’t help that no one is aware that they are in fact completely normal people, and not aspects of Gotham itself brought to life. Though really that’s on the bats themselves, because at this point they should at least count as undead.

#Prompts #DC #DCU #Justice League #Batfamily #Batman Au #Cryptid Batfam #Cryptid Batfamily #Cryptid Batman #Bruce talking about the kids: My precious baby boy <3 #The baby boy: *6ft+ 200lb+ built-like-a-fridge-&-tank-had-a-murder-child Jason Todd*#JL: Okay so like they have to come into being as like not literal babies then right-#Other Hero: Or they grow really fast to how they look now-#The kids encourage the rumors & Bruce has a can’t beat em join em thing with his kids #Damian is complaining until the others tell him that it’s okay if he doesn’t think he’ll be able to pull it off…#Damian does a 180- he’ll be the best cryptid baby creachur ever fuck you for thinking otherwise #Also I need you to realize that when I say Bruce I mean Battinson-looking Bruce behind the cryptid shit #So yes Damian has the biggest doe eyes even with the feather-dominos #Yes this was inspired by the Bats Stole the League Brain Cells series by EmpressGeek on AO3 #Also feel free to give them wings- mechanical or just altered capes or whatever #They’re pulling out all the stakes for these shenanigans

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ofsgiathan · 8 months

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For simplicity's sake I'm just gonna throw out my (still on hiatus) new-ish and improved Angeal blog for whoever wants to be mutuals still. It's @sgiathan. I will be throwing this in my queue for the next ... like ... two weeks and then terminate this blog. I really want to start fresh and anew. All of my blogs are still on indefinite hiatus/semi-hiatus because of my mental health and things going on IRL but still.

#out of wings 》》》 shenanigans #tbd

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howdidthisevenhappenanyway · 1 year

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*taps microphone* so i’d just like to talk about all the little kids in coruscant who would absolutely be out of their mind with love and awe for the corrie guard, and their fire engine red painted armour

these kids

these kids would wait at their windows to watch them drive past their window on a scheduled patrol. they’d be so thrilled to see them in the market. or when Fox is standing next to Palpatine in the press in his extra red paint

their parent will be like ‘want to talk to them?’ and the kids will get all shy.

they might even draw pictures of them to give to them

because no matter what the adults think, abiut flesh droids or military police being given more and more responsibility (that theybwould see as power) as the war went on, but little kids know what’s up. they know how cool garbage men are, and fire men (with the shiny red paint), and other civil servants that adults don’t think are awesome but kids know

and you know, you just know that Sergeant Hound, with his cute mastiff and awesome bucket paint would be the absolute pinnacle of coolness to an eight year old coruscanti child

#I forgot to take my pain meds today and then did things so I’n stuck in bed in agony but I thot I’d write out the cute headcanon #that I’ve been thinking about for a while #how the adults would listen to the propoganda that makes civil unrest more likely #because palps wanted turmoil at home to make the senators nervous so they gave him more power #he would absolutely use the guard like a sledgehammer #adults would also know why the corries have mastifs and riot gear and why there were shock troopers posted on a republic planet #and about the raids that keep happening to innocent people #and all of the money and drugs and material goods and wven food and water that were being confiscated for the most flimsy of reasons #and the people who were being arrested never to be seen again #but the kids #would think they were so cool and act like they were celebrities #ok good meeting #I’m writing a winged clone fic and so you can imagine how much this is turned up to eleven when the corries have WINGS and can FLY #some kids would obviously think cody or rex or any of the other clones that ended up in propoganda next to obi-wan and anakin etc were #the best but they would get into arguments with the kids who were all about the corries #some autistic kid thinking hound is the height of clone existsnce #some other autistic kid thinking the logistics offocers were awesome #I just like thinking about it #coruscant guard #corrie shenanigans #corrie guard #commander fox #commander thorn #commander thire #commander stone #sergeant hound #clone trooper hound #star wars headcanons #fluff

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serpentfever · 2 years

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Here’s some angel designs for Ed for an angel au I wrote about in my fic Wings of Disdain. Though, I should say the term angel is deceptive, since he never actually calls himself an angel in the story, and while I haven’t gotten to the lore of how the angels work in this world, suffice to say, they don’t really operate the way you’d expect religion-based angels to act.

For those of you who haven’t read the fic, Ed didn’t know he was an angel until after he committed human transmutation. He’s just kinda stumbling through this whole “finding out he isn’t human” thing on his own, though his current working theory is that its related to Truth and the Gate.... which.... isn’t TECHNICALLY wrong lmao.

Also another fun fact for if you don’t read the fic, those eyes on his wings can see just like his regular eyes. He keeps them closed most of the time when his wings are out because its kind of disorienting to look through them.

#fma #angel au #edward elric #His true form hasn't been revealed in the fic but I'm probably never going to actually finish it lmao so I thought I'd show it off to you #as a treat #Nina was the first person who wasn't Winry Al or Pinako to find out about Ed's wings fun fact #I had a fic planned involving shenanigans but I never got around to writing it #serpent fever draws

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mothmallowhk · 1 year

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My thoughts on Grimm’s species are that it’s hard to ascribe a specific species to him not for a lack of similar bugs but rather because “distinct black and red coloring with a bit of white and big ‘spiky’ wings, that start out grayish and become more red with age, and whose cocoons vaguely resemble deformed hearts” describes like half of the subtribe Troidina

A few examples under the cut if you're curious

Really all batwings but special shoutout to philippine batwings (above) and Atrophaneura dixoni (below)

https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/99869096 (philippine batwing)

https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/48681111 (Atrophaneura dixoni)

Again, most rose swallowtails but particularly crimson roses

https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/144482260

Byasa mencius also comes to mind

https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/144848501

And pink-spotted cattlehearts

https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/6770100

#Not art #I just like butterflies #Granted it doesn't explain how Grimmchild has wings but no bug works like that as far as I'm aware #So I'm willing to chalk that one up to nightmare magic shenanigans #I might have made this partially out of spite towards people who say he's 'obviously' a vampire moth #And like no such thing as a wrong headcannon and all but #How?????#Headcannons

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safyresky · 1 year

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Storm, Sleep, Single.

send a word and I'll write a drabble or a headcanon based on it (or a smile shot, since apparently the concept of a "drabble" eludes us here at safyresky industries)

Storm

The Time Splinter turned the corner, bearing down on the toddler sized sprite. It lifted its hand; a small portal opened, icicles sliding right out of the past and rushing towards the child.

She yelped, throwing out her hands and blasting snow around her, the force of which threw her out of the way of the icicles just in time as they continued down the hall, her brown braids swinging behind her.

Both Jacks turned the corner; young Jack almost toppled over, his shoes skidding on the tiled floors.

"Got you," said the older Jack, pushing his younger self upwards effortlessly as he slid easily around the corner, not loosing his balance once.

The pair booked it down the hall, fast in pursuit of the Time Splinter as it tried very, very hard to kill the tiny sprite in front of it.

She was holding up pretty well, actually, all things considered. But her little chest was heaving and her snow was getting thinner and oh no, a dead end!

The tiny sprite looked at the wall; she looked at the left. Door. She tried it; it was locked. The right—more wall. She turned around. Maybe she could sneak under it and run back? Maybe she could climb a wall? Jack could so maybe she could too? Maybe, maybe, maybe—she looked up, choking back a sobby scream.

The Time Splinter had grown in size. Behind it, her brothers were rushing over, their hands glowing, her Jack looking ready to kill and the older Jack looking very, very, very, lots of things, too many things that she couldn't even BEGIN to make words for because holy moly, the time thingy had just opened up a time hole and the largest blast of snow she had EVER seen came FLYING out, shoving them both all the way back down the hall.

They landed in a heap. The Time Splinter cackled, its sharp fingers glitching. It turned back to the young sprite with a sharp, bad, bad, BAD grin and oh no, oh no, it was opening a SECOND TIME HOLE.

She backed up, hitting the wall, looking up at the glitchy, colourful thing, unable to even shout for her brother she was so scared.

"You may have dodged all those other ones," the thing said, sounding like TV static. "But I happen to know of a set that won't miss in a few years time...let's speed things along now, shall we?" It hissed, looking back at the Jacks.

"NO! DON'T!" The older Jack shouted, trying to get back up again, only to be thrown back by a fresh glob of snowstorm from the portal the splinter had left open.

"Don't what?" His younger counterpart asked. "What did you do?"

"Bye bye, Little Flurry," the Splinter said, and, with a snap, the three icicles from so long ago but also just a few decades away came flying out of the time hole, the small sprite lifting her hands, the tiniest little ice shield popping up as both Jacks yelled NO, trying to fight what must've been one of Winter's ancient blizzards as the icicles (and the brothers) headed right for her—

"YOU don't get to call me that," said a new voice.

A wormhole had opened above the child. Snow came POURING out of the hole, hitting the ground with a THWOMP, a blue clad someone barely visible through the storm. There was a crack as the snow froze over, the three icicles embedding themselves into the snow.

The Splinter jumped back, aghast; both Jacks stopped, staring at the snowy wall, waiting.

Behind the wall, the small sprite looked up, her jaw on the floor as the woman in front of her looked down with a very familiar warm smile.

"Little Flurry," the woman said to her. "Meet the Big Storm you'll become one day," she said with a wink.

And with a battle cry, her arms flew back. The snow in front of her cracked and shattered; she pushed forwards, and the snow exploded, the hallway fast entering whiteout conditions.

The woman directed one hand upwards. The snowstorm she had unleashed in the hallway shot up. The snowy flakes froze quickly, gathering together and hitting the Time Splinter directly.

It screeched, withering in the air as the ice pellets pelted it, until finally, it shattered, dissipating above them.

The snow settled; the hall was quiet.

"You okay?" Jacqueline asked her very little self.

The little sprite took in a very deep breath, opened her mouth, and screamed, "I AM A STORM! RARGH!" Her arms reaching high, high, high above her head.

Big Jacqueline laughed; her Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, she's fine," young Jack said, fondly.

Sleep

"Coffee's all around," Cassandra said, sleepy tired, as she sat at the table with most of her wing. "Extra sugar for both Jackie and Amy, double double for you, Charlie, and I have one for you too, Alex. I brought you a bit of everything because I didn't know how you took yours."

"Oh, I don't need a coffee!" he said with a brilliant smile. "I don't sleep so—uh, I mean," he said, faltering as Amy and Jackie both shot him warning glares, "Yes! Coffee! That is a beverage that I do drink because I do, in fact, need sleep because humans need, uh. Sleep. And I definitely did not get enough sleep to function. For the day. Hundred percent. So now I will have. A coffee. To stay awake. Which is something I don't just do naturally. Right."

Amy sighed in relief; Jackie facepalmed.

Cass glanced over at Charlie; he looked just as confused as she felt.

"Are the others joining us?" Amy asked, politely changing the subject.

"Derrick was out all night so no idea where he's at. Desiree's getting Starbs and hitting the library asap to secure us a study space for the midterm prep," Charlie said.

The magihuman chatted with Cass, completely unaware of how carefully Jackie and Amy were watching Alex.

"You know," he whispered, leaning forward, "I've never had coffee before."

"You have coffee at the Dream Spire, though. I'm sure of that," Dite replied. "Really good coffee, too!"

Xander nodded. "I just don't usually drink it; I take after my Renny. They don't sleep, and nor do I. Half of the dream weavers don't need sleep! The other half are always sleepy."

"You didn't think that that would come over with the ordibeing glamour, did you?" Jacqueline asked, pouring chocolate milk into her coffee.

"I have yet to be able to sleep, glamours aside, so I assumed."

"Thank goodness it worked for everyone else. Could you imagine if I was walking around with pointed ears still? Fuckin' eh," Jacqueline replied, sipping her atrocious coffee-chocolate-sugar. Thing.

"What should I put in it?"

"Whatever you want!" Dite said. "Do you want it sweet? Have sugar! Milk and cream thicken it and make it cooler and smoother."

"Chocolate milk makes it taste not like caffeine."

"You're so strange," Dite said, endearingly

"Thank you," Jacqueline replied.

"You know what? I'm going to put a bit of everything in it!"

"Everything?" the girls asked, shocked.

"Yeah! I'm going to live a little! What did my neighbour say yesterday? What was it...oh yeah! YOLO. I am going to YOLO."

"Did you hear that Dite? He's going to yolo," Jacqueline said, hiding her face in her cup.

"Be nice!" Dite said, Jacqueline suddenly lunging forward in her seat a bit, her chocolate milk coffee spilling. "Sorry, sorry. I thought that was softer. I can't see them so, you know," she shrugged.

"May I steal your chocolate milk?" Xander asked.

"Yeah, but you're refilling it."

"Of course!" Xander said, pouring the rest of the disguised sprite's chocolate milk into the very close to overfilling cup. "Well, here we go! Cheers!" he said, carefully bringing it up to his lips and taking a very long sip.

"So? What do you think?" Dite asked.

"Wow! Tasty!" he said, and then immediately fell forward, his face landing on the table with a hefty thunk.

Charlie and Cass jumped up, as startled as Amy and Jackie, who were already on either side of Alex, Amy checking for a pulse.

"Is he okay?" Charlie asked.

"He's either dead or sleeping," Jackie said. "That was his first coffee ever," she added with a grimace.

"What did he put in it?" Cass asked.

"EVERYTHING," both girls replied.

"EVERYTHING?"

Amy nodded. "He isn't dead!"

"Oh my god. He's snoring," Jackie said, stunned.

"He's actually asleep!" Amy said, shocked.

"I'm using this for later," Jackie said, taking out her phone and snapping a photo."

"ZzzzZZZzzzz," snored Alex, as the flash went off around him.

Single

Well, it was over.

He was the single last Frost standing.

Mom and Dad? Gone. Off to Rosehaven when this whole stupid war had broken out.

Did they choose to go there? Did Pyros send them there himself? As much as he wanted to believe the latter, he was positive that the pair of them had washed their hands to the mess and fled so as not to deal with the consequences of their actions.

(They should've just gone with the Call all those years ago).

And now Pyros.

Defeated by his own hand, and now sealed into the old castle they had grown up in. Hidden away from the world, both magical and ordinary. Trapped forever. Alone. King of his Castle, which is what he had wanted, anyway.

The Grand Witches finished the seals on the force field, bickering the entire time. A shadow fell over him.

"Blaise?"

He looked up. Mother Nature.

"It's been done," she said in response to his silent, stony look. He nodded, eyes down on the ground.

"Do you need a moment?"

He nodded again.

Mother Nature surveyed him intently. "Girls," she said over her shoulder. "Let's give his majesty a moment, alright?"

"Don't—" Blaise sighed. Whatever. He'd burn that bridge later.

The trio disappeared, leaving Blaise behind at the gates, staring up at Old Frost Castle.

He turned his back to it, leaning on the fence and sliding down, down, down, until he met the ground with a heavy sigh.

"Room for one more?"

He looked up; his heart softened.

"For you? Always," he said, scooting over for the season. Her cool presence was comforting.

"Still the flatterer I see," she said, sinking down beside him, her thin skirt fluttering on the way down.

"Only for you, Miss Winter."

She smiled, her hand gently resting on her collarbone. "I know it's a silly question, but I must ask. Are you okay?" she said, reaching out and touching his shoulder.

"No. Are you?"

"Not at all."

"Can we be not okay together?"

Winter smiled. "For you? Always," she said, giving his shoulder a squeeze before dropping her hands in her lap, ready to listen.

"I was just thinking," Blaise began, "It's just me now. I'm the last Frost standing. They're all gone. My mother and father. My brother. It's just me. The single last Frost." he sighed. "I don't have a house," he realized, with a funny little frown.

"You can stay in the garden, if you'd like. I'm sure Mother wouldn't mind."

"Would your sisters?"

"I don't think so, no."

"And you?"

"Not in the slightest," she said, happy to see the familiar corkscrew grin she was embarrassingly fond of on his face. "We'd all be quite happy for the company. And I think you would too, Blaise dear. You know," Winter continued, scooting even closer to the young would-be King, her knees pressed up against his toasty warm thigh. "You may be the last Frost standing, but you aren't alone," she said. "Family is what you make of it. And even though your parents are gone and your brother is, well," she pointed with her thumb over her shoulder. "You have us! Mother Nature, my sisters, countless other magibeans and myths and legends—"

"I have you," Blaise said warmly, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

She giggled behind her free hand, squeezing Blaise back. "If you'd like."

"You know I would."

She giggled again. "It's an opportunity for a fresh start," she said, clasping his hand in both of hers. "And isn't that lovely?"

Something was happening, deep in Blaise's chest. It was warm. "It...it kind of is," he realized, that warm feeling intensifying. There was a spark; two, three more. Then a crackle. His hair, flat and dark like burnt out embers on the top of his head, began to glow, the red slowly seeping into the dark. Then WHOOSH!

His hair lit up, a roaring fire on the top of his head.

"I can do so much good!" He realized, talking with his hands. "All of those stupid rules and laws Mom and Dad had—I can get rid of them! I can change them, make it better, make this place better—" his face was growing red; he was blushing, jumping up and pacing with a spring in his step.

Oh, it had been too long since Winter had seen him like this. She had missed it; and if she were able to blush, she would be too. "We can!" he finally said, turning back to Winter, his heart free of the stony confines the War of Succession had put it in.

He held out his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"We?" Winter asked, taking his hand and letting him pull her up.

"My first and ONLY order of business as King, is to get rid of the monarchy. Crystal Springs is a place for everyone; and everyone should be able to have a say in what they want. And I am going to make sure of it," he said, confident.

His hair flickered; he frowned. "Do you think your Mom would be okay with that?"

"Oh, she'll love the idea," Winter said, caressing the summer sprite's face. I love the idea, she thought. "Vive la révolution!" she announced loudly, throwing her fist in the air.

Blaise threw back his head, laughing, the flames on his head reaching heights not suitable for the indoors.

Single last Frost, huh? Well, he thought, pulling Winter along with him and running away from his childhood home, not for very much longer.

#drabble? i hardly know her!#the santa clause #the santa clause 2 #the santa clause 3 #that's dani for 'i wouldn't know how to write something 100 to 500 words if my life depended on it #GOD this was FUN. the first one has been on my mind. on loop. for most of the year #and L's powerswap au only intensified it [it was v good L if u read this!!! i think about it a lot lmao]#the second one is a scene from shadows that i picture #where xander tries coffee and goes wow! tasty! then just PASSES OUT.#it was fun to write. the three of them go to college with charlie to keep an eye on his budding legate powers in shadows!#they don't tell him. shenanigans ensue #and yes dite did whack jacqueline with her wing #anyway thanks for these!!! this was FUN #tsc #tsc3 #tsc2 #me: i am normal about blinter this week #the idea for single on the way home: the fuck you ARE #anyway the blinter feels are STRONG today????#what else is new. but like. REALIZED BLAISE TOTALLY HAD A FREEZE OF HIS OWN DURING SUCCESSION WAR #AND THE MOMENT EVERYTHING WAS OVER HE THAWED BC OF WINTER!!!#AND THEN HE RETURNED THE FAVOUR TO HER THE NIGHT THEY GOT ENGAGED AND ALSO MARRIED #AND I'M JUST. FUCK! GODDAMN! I NEED A MOMENT #crystal springs #tsc: cs #frostverse #oh sorry!! lemme save ur dashes and just add a #long post #to this #fanfiction

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ofsgiathan · 10 months

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I accidentally deleted the OG post like an idiot so I'm having to remake this post.

I'm in the process of moving to a new blog for Angeal. I genuinely don't know how long it's going to take because I still need to remake my icons and transfer my headcanons over to the "new blog". So if you'd like to continue following me over there then feel free to like this post!

#out of wings 》》》 shenanigans #tbd

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canadiankakashi · 2 years

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You seem to really enjoy when characters have wings, sometimes to find creative ways to keep them bound. You probably mainly watch Grian, and would gently dunk him into a bowl of stew if given the chance.

I assume you might feel some kind of pressure when getting people to perceive what you do, however the curiosity often bests the worry.

I do love me some winged characters! The possibilities are endless with how they look and the goofy stuff you can do with them! It also very fun to keep them on the ground<3

I've actually not watched Grian in a year or so! I've been meaning to catch up with him but I've not actually gotten around to it, I would absolutely still dunk him in some stew though, it's good for him!

Oh absolutely! I've been/currently am pretty nervous about some of my works, mostly the ones that are crossovers/divert from canon, but more often than not I think it's fun to post em and see the reaction regardless of if it's a happy one or not

#those were some pretty accurate assumptions anon!#kudos to you for sneaking a peek inside my brain and coming out sane #I'm guessing that you got grian & the wings from the fic im helping Rose with?#I'd have to double check controversies but i don't think I've mentioned any wings in there #but with Watcher characters its pretty common for them to have wings #so i can get why you might guess that #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#heck yea! asks!#ask game shenanigans #anon!

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