#ridiculous avian. he's perfect.

[attorneys-against-court-violence]

Taka post because I cannot stop spinning that bird in my brain like a deli chicken. Kept spoilers to a minimum where I could - this list only focuses on Taka with minimal detail elsewhere, though minor spoilers for Case 6-4!

Taka is based on a type of bird in the genus Accipiter. This encompasses 49 species of hawk, but Taka himself is most likely a Eurasian Sparrowhawk or Goshawk due to the franchise originally taking place in Japan (note the similar markings & patterns on their feathers!)

Taka's cry is most similar to a Red-tailed Hawk. You might recognise it's call from film and other popular media! It's iconic screech is often dubbed over a Bald Eagle (which don't sound nearly as hardcore - look them both up if you have the time!)

Takagari - the practice of falconry in Japan - was a popular sport amongst samurai. Simon Blackquill being the "Twisted Samurai" he is, his owning of a hawk only cements the ye-olde samurai vibes.

His localised name, Taka, is literally the Japanese word for hawk.

His original Japanese name, Gin, could either be a play on a Japanese word for a piercing ringing noise or a Japanese word for the metal silver. It's romanised form is also only one letter away from his owner's first name, Jin.

Taka lives in the courthouse according to Simon Blackquill. He appears to make his home in Courtroom No. 4, where every trial Blackquill is present for takes place. The one exception is the second trial in Case 5-4, which takes place in Courtroom No. 5.

Coutroom No. 4 is also the room where Wocky Kitaki's trial was held in Case 4-2. Taka obviously did not make an appearance there, however, implying he either minds his business when Blackquill isn't present or only made a home there when Blackquill returned to prosecute in the following year.

Across all of Dual Destinies, Taka has attacked Apollo Justice, Phineas Filch, Phoenix Wright, Athena Cykes, Aristotle Means, and Bobby Fulbright. He has used the Judge as a perch on multiple occassions.

Taka emotes along with Blackquill in their animations; he's surprised when Blackquill slams the desk with one hand, chuckles to himself when Blackquill laughs, and threatheningly leans towards people he and Blackquill are upset at.

Blackquill shows open affection towards Taka, petting him during trials with a loving expression on his face & stating that Taka is as human in spirit as himself or anyone else.

Case 5-DLC implies that Bobby Fulbright is responsible for caring for Taka while Simon Blackquill is in prison. Blackquill goes so far as to make a phone call to "Fool Bright" to ensure he feeds Taka.

Several lawyer characters have "reading" poses where they hold a sheet of paper in front of themselves. Taka holds Blackquill's papers for him in his "reading" poses due to his shackles limiting what he can do with his arms.

Taka is intelligent enough to purchase items from a store and return them; in Case 6-4, Blackquill gives him money to buy camel buns in order to chase a potential lead during the trial.

Taka has made an appearance in-game in 6 cases; 5-2, 5-3, 5-4, 5-5, 5-DLC, and 6-4. The only trial in Dual Destinies he and his owner are absent from is 5-1. He is never seen during investigation sequences.

An audiodrama set during Dual Destinies confirms that Athena Cykes can hear emotions from Taka's calls, but they are not as clear as human emotions.

The same audio drama demonstrated Taka's intelligence again, with him trying to point the WAA lawyers to a crucial piece of evidence for his master's trial & playing along as "the Plummed Punisher" for a skit they put together to retrieve it.

#ace attorney #taka ace attorney #simon blackquill #i love this bird so much #''screw it let's give our prosecutor a living breathing animal with talons and a temper'' #even when they already let him slash at people with his bare hands #ridiculous avian. he's perfect.

[fafnir19]

Hunter Prince

As the youngest prince, I am often belittled, ridiculed, and scorned. My elder brothers, Haas and Rego, are exemplary warriors, while I, Prince Almir, am but a mere shadow in their presence. The king, too, has often expressed his disappointment in me, though he does so subtly, through concerned glances and exasperated sighs. One fateful day, a group of entertainers graced the castle with their presence, and amid their act, they unfolded a tale of Princess Naja, bewitched by an evil sorceress and earmarked for marriage to the fearsome wizard, Zarik. Her plight ignited a fire within me—the chance to prove my worth, not just to my family, but to myself. Stealing away from the castle, I embarked on a journey to rescue the fair Princess Naja.

Many trials beset me, but eventually, I arrived at the sorceress's tower, where Naja was imprisoned high above, seemingly out of reach. I approached Naja, hoping for her wisdom and guidance. Much to my surprise, she revealed her secret knowledge of the sorceress's books. She disclosed the conditions for my success: "Capture the black unicorn and fashion boots from its untamable hide; Slay the black wolf and forge a cape from its impenetrable fur; Snare the black falcon and equip your garments with its swift feathers." With Naja's aid, and a stolen magical ring from the sorceress, I would then transform into these creatures. As a falcon, I would soar into the tower, transform into a wolf to subdue the sorceress, and flee with Naja upon the back of the unicorn.

The challenges before me seemed insurmountable, but with cunning and skill, I succeeded in each task. The garments were fashioned, the magical ring obtained.

As a falcon, I soared into the sky, riding the winds as they carried me closer to the lofty prison where Naja awaited her liberation. My heart pounded, and the adrenaline coursed through my veins as I approached the tower, ready to confront the sorceress and seize my chance to rescue the princess. "Naja, I'm here," I called out in a silent hum, the only sound that carried from my avian form. From the tower, her voice echoed back, laced with an urgency that spurred me onward. "Almir, be swift. Transform into the wolf when you arrive. We must act before the sorceress intervenes." My feathers ruffled with determination, and with a steely resolve, I executed the seamless transition into a formidable wolf. As I approached the tower, the door swung open with a gust of chilling wind, and I bounded forth to confront the sorceress. But as I advanced, ready to confront the wicked enchantress, the sight that greeted me struck with the force of a thunderbolt. It was not the sorceress who stood before me, but a figure much more imposing. It was the wizard Zarik, his eyes gleaming with power and malice. I snarled and attacked, but before I could even reach him, Zarik swiftly subdued me with a collar and muzzle.

Naja stepped forward with a sinister smile, holding the magical ring. "Oh, Almir," she said with false sweetness. "I knew you would be the perfect addition to our little family." Naja's laughter filled the tower, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You see, Almir, love can make one do many things. And my love for Zarik knows no bounds." She kissed Zarik and presented him with the magical ring. "This will be the perfect wedding gift for you, my dear." With a sinking feeling, I realized that the true love story was not between Princess Naja and I, but between her and the dark wizard Zarik. I desperately asked: "What is the meaning of this? Naja, I thought you were—" "Silence, Almir," Zarik commanded, his voice laced with an undercurrent of dark power that sent shivers down my spine. "You will come with us, and you will learn the consequences of meddling in matters beyond your understanding." As I stood there, rendered helpless and captive, the reality of the situation began to sink in. I had been tricked, betrayed, and now I was at the mercy of the very adversaries I had sought to thwart.

Just as despair threatened to consume me, Zarik's voice cut through the suffocating silence. "Almir, you are no longer who you once were. From now on, you shall be known as Hunter, my loyal companion." I blinked in confusion, my mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. "Hunter? What do you mean?" Zarik's eyes held a chilling glint as he explained, "You possess remarkable potential, Hunter, and I will decide which form you will take—whether it is the unicorn for its speed, the wolf for its prowess in hunting, the falcon for its keen sight, or the human form for its cunning and intelligence." A dreadful realization dawned on me as the truth sank in. I was now at Zarik's mercy, bound to his will and stripped of my former identity. As Hunter, I had become a mere tool in the hands of a powerful wizard and a deceitful princess. Defeated and captive, I could only wonder what fate awaited me at the hands of the sorceress and the powerful wizard.

The days melded into an existence I had never fathomed, where loyalty was my only currency. Zarik, my captor turned master, reveled in his newfound "wedding gift," parading me like a prized possession. I accompanied him everywhere, adopting the form he desired, whether human, unicorn, wolf, or falcon.

His training was relentless, intended not just to hone my hunting skills, but to break my spirit. "Good, Hunter," Zarik murmured, as I successfully tracked our prey through the dense forest. "I see great potential in you." Potential for what? I often pondered, but all that escaped my lips, in any form, were feigned grunts of acquiescence. One evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Zarik and I found ourselves in the great hall, partaking in a goblet of wine each. Naja appeared, cloaked in allure as always, her gaze flitting between us with a glimmer of malice. "Ah, Naja, my love," Zarik said, rising from his seat. "Have you come to admire our progress?" Naja's laugh echoed like silver bells, belying the darkness that swirled within her. "Indeed, Zarik. It's impressive how you've transformed Almir into such a useful companion." Useful? I snarled inwardly, my human form concealed by the boundary of silence I had resigned to. Zarik stepped closer to Naja, his eyes alight with fervor. "He has proven to be a valuable asset, indeed. His loyalty knows no bounds, just as yours." Naja's lips curled into a wry smirk, and I could almost taste the bitterness of my own plight. "Hunter, isn't it?" She addressed me as if I were naught but a hound. "Yes," Zarik affirmed with a glint in his eye, seeing his handiwork unfold. "His transformation is quite remarkable, wouldn't you agree?" I clenched my fists, hidden beneath the guise of human semblance, the wine in my goblet forgotten as their sinister exchange unfolded before me.

Naja approached, her ethereal beauty masking the venomous intent within. "Impressive, indeed," she purred, her fingers trailing along my arm as if I were no more than a weapon at their disposal. I recoiled internally, stifling the violent impulse to lash out. Trapped within my own facade, I could only endure their twisted charade. The moon ascended high into the night as the hour grew late. Zarik and Naja bid each other farewell, entwining in a passionate embrace, leaving me to my thoughts. However, their parting words, laced with veiled intentions, lingered in the air like a thick mist. As they departed, Naja spared me a glance, her gaze cutting through my facade with cruel clarity. "Be sure to join us on our special night, Hunter," she taunted. "After all, you are an essential part of our union." With that, the door closed behind them, leaving me to confront the turmoil churning within. I had become nothing more than a pawn in their treacherous design, a far cry from the prince I once was. The night crept on as I wrestled with the shackles that bound me, both physical and emotional. Eventually, the fateful hour arrived, cloaked in a darkness that mirrored the despair in my heart. I approached the grand chamber, the weight of my captivity bearing down upon me. The door creaked as I entered, my footsteps echoing through the chamber. Zarik and Naja reclined upon the grand bed, their eyes gleaming with a sinister glimmer. My presence, a silent reminder of their triumph, did nothing to dampen their unholy revelry. "Ah, Hunter," Zarik beckoned, his voice laced with a cruel edge. "Come, fulfill your duty as my loyal companion."

My stomach churned, repulsed by the spectacle before me, but even in my agony, I dared not defy their command. I assumed the form of the wolf and lay beside their bed, a silent sentinel on their unholy union. As the night waned, a haunting realization seeped into my very being—I had sacrificed not only my freedom, but also my dignity, on the altar of their dark desires. The weight of my sorrow threatened to consume me whole, and the hollow echoes of their laughter reverberated through the chamber, mocking my entrapment. In the depths of that chamber, I, the once proud Prince Almir, lay bound by chains unseen, ensnared in a web of cruelty spun by those I once sought to rescue. The night waned into dawn, casting an ethereal glow upon the shadows that enveloped me, and in that ephemeral light, a flicker of defiance kindled within me. Though my captivity had robbed me of many things, it could not extinguish the ember of resilience burning within. As the first light of dawn breached the horizon, I vowed to reclaim not just my freedom, but also the honor that had been callously stripped away. In the hushed embrace of that chamber, I plotted my emancipation from the clutches of their malevolent design, forging a resolve to defy their expectations and emerge from the darkness, a prince no longer in name alone, but in spirit and will.

#male tf #male transformation #wizzard #wolf tf #falcon tf #unicorn tf #prince #princess #fairy tales #forced transformation #hunter prince

[valorxdrive]

The Fiend's intelligence was rather limited, but it understood that the mana that was intensifying by the second was bad news. However, another part of it, warped and mutated from unknown causes was all the more ravenous for it. Sora's constant attacks and interference was infuriating it. Soon, it's rage reached a fever pitch. It's eyes gleamed bright red and a red aura blazed around its body, as it began to completely ignore Sora's efforts, rampaging right through all attacks straight towards the Chocobo. Even still, the bird only let out a cry as the sky above parted, and a large meteor the size of a square city block peaked through as it began its descent.

Watching it erupt into such a berserk stake stirred a wave of concern within his heart. Eagerness like this felt derived from a brand of hunger that extends beyond the body, as if following some ancient law of gluttony while that Chocobo took note as the prime target. As crimson light begins to spill with wrath and radiance from the heavens, Sora's intentions gain a new, creative focus as the exhaustive waves of heat.

If it's so hungry, why not give it a more destructive result compared to anything else that insatiable hunger lust dictates?

Another sudden breath is drawn into his lungs, his will alone causing pure power and blood to flow in rhythmic perfection as he pivots on a heel, drawing sharp attention towards their blinding charge towards this unknown Chocobo. Throwing himself into the moment, light infused with his very nature as he charges forward, tearing through space itself akin to a glittering comet of hope in this moment. Even as the Fiend makes their eager lunge towards the avian, drooling maw agape as that same frantic energy swims across his convulsing figure as it's claws extend, streaks of ultraviolence affixed to scarlet claws as it intends to make their decisive blow for a feast.

Yet as much as calamity tries to eagerly gulp down a bitter ending, the damning factor of this opposing force rises again! Ignited with a furious veil of iridescence while the key was fixed into their grip.

"You're through." DRIVE Gauge: MAX!

ZANTETSUKEN!

Even from such an awkward position, Sora's freedom upon the realm of air itself turned difficult maneuvers into mere suggestions at best. Reappearing in a blazing burst of energy from underneath the Fiend, that call of the Kingdom Key would sing as the wrath of light takes the form a razor sharp slash, cutting deep into its carapace from below, beckoning a splash of dark blood before it's body is forcefully rendered skybound, launching at force that could be considered ridiculous to normal calculation. Yet, that was hardly the completing factor for this technique.

Sora's posture rights itself as that power radiating within his being is shared, allowing that aura to wash pristine over the Chocobo as his gaze briefly turns towards him.

"..You don't have to trust me, but trust in this, we'll take that thing down before worrying about our separate ways."

As the belief of flight forges a law that defies physics itself, their will would take dominion momentary over the waking world as their forms grow weightless. Effortlessly floating, only for that very power to serve as a guide to let them ascend directly towards the Fiend's location, which happened to be knocked directly on a crash course towards the meteor above.

Exactly where they were going.

"Let's give it no room to even get back it's senses! Now is one of our bigger chances!"

#Anon #| Bottle Mail

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Hey 💕i loved the recent ask about a darling with angel wings. Could i please request the same thing for Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya and Tamaki 👉👈?

Shoto is always a little nervous about using his fire around his Darling, just because he doesn't want to risk burning their feathers at all. If anything he'll use his ice Quirk more often around them just so he can see their wings flutter and shiver a bit...and so he can offer to warm them up with his body heat.

He worries whenever they molt for the first time. He thinks it's like how someone's hair falls out when they're stressed, so he's trying to think of ways he can help them before they mention they're just molting and he's like "...Oh."

He looooves cuddling them and stroking their wings. They're so soft and it's ridiculously easy for him to fall asleep if his Darling has a wing draped over him. Hell, even if he just feels part of their feathers with one of his fingers he'll sleep like a baby. Their Darling is already like a security blanket to him but feeling their feathers brushing against his skin is the only thing that can keep him from having nightmares anymore.

Izuku adores his Darling's wings. What bird are they based off of? Are their bones hollow to support their weight so they can fly? Do they have other avian qualities or characteristics because of their Quirk? He's got a whole section of his notebook dedicated to his Darling's Quirk as he learns more about it.

One of his favorite forms of affection is to just rub his hand or his cheek against those downy feathers. It also fascinates him how they ruffle a bit every time he touches them or whenever his Darling is excited or nervous or happy.

Whenever his Darling's feathers molt, he collects them and will sometimes rub one against his skin as a funny little calming technique; he keeps his Darling with him, but he wants to be able to feel their feathers in any position without making them move from a comfy spot. So he just plays with one of their fallen feathers instead sometimes--especially if they're asleep and he can't reach around to play with them without waking them up. He even paid for a business to make his feathers and put them into a down pillow and comforter! He's surrounded by his Darling when he sleeps and he LOVES it.

Tamaki makes sure his apartment is nice and roomy for his Darling to accommodate their wings. And any time they bump into something, even if it's not because of their wings, he apologizes and immediately moves what got knocked over somewhere as far away from them as possible.

One time he wanted to know what it was like to have wings like his Darling, and he wanted to make it a surprise when he got home so they could have a cute date night together as little birdies. So he eats some chicken wings for lunch, comes home, nervously says he has a surprise for his Darling--and some tiny lil' chicken wings flutter out behind his back. He can fly...kind of (the same way chickens can...kind of). He's so embarassed about it but he feels over the moon when his Darling touches his temporary wings with their own.

He thinks their Quirk is perfect for them. All he can think about when he sees them is "angel". Their voice, their face, their kind personality, the way they make him feel so light...they really are an angel.

#.bnha #yandere bnha #yandere izuku #yandere shoto #yandere tamaki #.izuku #.shoto #.tamaki #.myshit #.queue

[lyrabythelake]

Warriors and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad HAIR Day

I love Warriors really lol.

The day started like any other.

Warriors rose before any of the other Links to account for his lengthy – but highly important – morning routine. 

He washed in the river that flowed alongside their camp, dried himself and dressed in his tunic, chainmail, trousers and scarf, all of which had been washed the evening before.

Next, he brought out his large collection of beauty products. 

Some may say it was ridiculous to carry around a sack of products large enough to take up just under half the space in his travel satchel. That the space could be used for more important things like, for instance, food, water or medical supplies. But Warriors had to disagree.

There was nothing more important than looking presentable while slaying enemies and saving the kingdom.

No one else had even stirred as he began his skincare routine. First was the toner, then the two different types of eye cream – he did not want to be getting wrinkles anytime soon – three different moisturisers, and finally the layer of sunscreen, also doubling as a moisturiser, because the last thing a hero could want was red, peeling skin.

Once his skin was smooth and radiant in the early morning light, he moved onto arguably the most important part of his routine.

Haircare.

Contrary to popular belief, Warriors didn’t just wake up looking perfect. He would be the first to admit his biggest flaw in life was the way his hair tended to frizz. And not the good type of frizz, either. Before he put any product in it, his hair looked like he had been struck by lightning and then dragged half a mile through dense underbrush.

Thank the Goddess for ‘Rev’s Rigorous Avian Styling Gel.’

Yes, technically it was intended for Rito to tame their feathers, but it worked perfectly well on Hylian hair too. In fact, it was the only product Warriors had found that tamed his own disastrous locks. He didn’t know who ‘Rev’ was, but honestly, he owed them his life.

He pulled the pot from his bag, twisted the lid open and—

Oh no.

Of all Hylia’s cruel tricks, this – this - was by far the worst yet.

The pot – the container that held all his pride and dignity within its neatly labelled packaging – was utterly, dismally, empty.

Warriors’ heart started to pound. He started to sweat, the products that had only half sunk into his skin smearing and dripping to the floor.

Someone stirred within the camp, the steadily growing light rousing them.

Was this a nightmare? No, this situation was horror beyond anything his mind could have conjured up itself.

But he was a trained army captain. He could, if nothing else, remain calm and dignified in the face of crisis.

As the other Link stirred all the more, entering the land of the living, Warriors snatched the scarf from around his neck and wrapped it around his head. Was it stylish? No, but it was infinitely better than the monstrosity that lay beneath.

“Warriors?” came a sleepy voice. The world must have been particularly cruel today, because it was, of course, Legend. The one person who, without a doubt, would give him the most grief. “Why are you wearing your scarf on your head?”

But wait… perhaps this was a gift in disguise.

“Legend,” he hissed urgently, “I need to borrow your hat.”

Legend crinkled his nose, his eyes bleary having still not woken completely.

“What? No way, why would I give you my hat?”

He hesitated. Perhaps honesty was the best policy here. As long as he didn’t see the mess of straw-like hair on his head, he would never know the extent of his problem.

“Listen, don’t tell anyone,” he whispered, desperate not to wake the others and add to the issue, “but I ran out of hair gel this morning. I need to hide my hair until I get some more.”

Legend slumped and rolled his eyes.

“For Hylia’s sake, Wars, no one cares if you walk around with a bedhead. Half of us do anyway.”

“You don’t understand,” Warriors pleaded, “I need your hat.”

“No.”

“Please!”

“It wouldn’t fit on your massive head anyway.”

Damn it all, this really was the worst of all bad days.

“How bad can it be, anyway?” Legend asked curiously, and before Warriors could so much as react, the scarf was pulled off his head.

For a moment, the two Links only stared at one another, Warriors in horror and Legend in shock. Then Legend’s eyes widened in sudden glee.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed with a wide grin, “that’s the worst hair I’ve ever seen. And mine’s pink!”

He hadn’t tried to lower his volume, and soon enough the entire camp was stirring. One by one the seven other Links woke, their faces bleary and confused. But when they saw Warriors, their reactions turned to anywhere between audible gasps and sudden, raucous laughter.

“By the Goddesses, Wars, what animal died on your head?”

“Is this what it always looks like before you put that product in it?”

“I feel better about my own hair now!”

Warriors felt his face grow redder and redder, and eventually he sunk to the floor, hiding his face in his hands.

He was ready to sink below the earth, succumb to misery and fatal humiliation. But then he felt a small pair of arms wrap around him.

“Aw, Wars, we’re sorry,” said Wind, “you’re beautiful really, even though your hair looks like a bush.”

“Yeah,” he heard Hyrule add, “I’m frankly impressed you manage to tame that every morning. Maybe you could teach me how you do it?”

Gradually, he emerged from the shield of his hands to see the eight of them looking down with half-guilty, half-amused expressions.

“And I guess you can borrow my hat,” said Legend, still grinning, “I didn’t know how bad it was.”

Warriors let out a groan that turned into a light chuckle. This might have been the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he supposed he could see the humour in it.

Twilight clapped him on the shoulder good-naturedly.

“I’m sure we can find you some hair gel in the next village.”

#Well this is officially the stupidest thing I've ever written #crack #I didn’t mean to join the wars bullying train I swear #it just happened #lyra writes #lu warriors #linked unverse #linkeduniverse

[starxscream]

I keep thinking of SwatchKaard because of you (thank you!/srs) Please accept this thought: *Swatch accidently clicks on pop up ad for "hot single (lesser) dads in your area"**Rapidly tries to close it in panic*Rouxls town's moron-supremeth who doesn't get the implication: That's such an oddly specific thing to search for.

OK I love this. genuinely. so much hold on I. this is so funny KGNHLG

So uh, have a Swatchkaard drabble under the read more<3 thank u for this anon I was inspired. This one is for u

...and it ended up being longer than I meant it to be. Enjoy!

Sitting around idly, Swatch scrolls through their phone, a useful contraption really. their head leaned into their hand that was kept propped up by a table. They didn't care for most of the content floating past their feed, but right now, they were bored and on break. There wasn't much else to do besides wait for the clock to reach the next hour so they could take over at the cafe again.

There's a sigh, not paying attention to the Queen's latest 'hip meme' she posted or whatever new photo of the tasques that Tasque Manager keeps putting up. Continuing to just mind-numbingly scroll down and down. A part of them wishing that their break wasn't so obnoxiously long, even if it was just for an hour to get something to eat. But their lunch was gone and so now it was just an obscene amount of free time being wasted.

However, their boredom soon turns into curiosity as their phone suddenly buzzes. Lifting an eyebrow, Swatch focuses their attention on the screen, only to scowl when they find it to be yet another pop-up ad. The Addison's managed to figure out how to get them to work on everyone's phones and Swatch has not known peace since. They rub the space between their eyes for a moment, frustrated, before moving their thumb to click the big "X" in the corner of the screen.

Before they do, Swatch pauses, finally getting a real look at the ad itself. Their eyes narrow, reading the screen properly. Wait a minute...

The vibrant glowing text reads: "Hot single (Lesser) dads in your area! Subscribe now and find your perfect match today!"

Swatch blinks. A dating ad!? What the hell were the Addison's trying to sell now!?

They shake their head, finger still hovering over the phone, utterly ridiculous.

Yet even still, the wording of it bugged them, a familiar blue flashing through their thoughts. Lesser dad...who even uses that term besides-

Only one person ever went by that title- so what was even the point of this ridiculous ad? Swatch's foot taps against the ground, unless it was another one of his hare-brained ideas. Yet Swatch doubted that, but anything was possible when it came to that ridiculous man.

...Didn't he go by "vice father" now anyways? Swatch's head tilts to the side, remembering how clearly that man always announced himself. So much pride in such silly little things, even going as far to keep challenging Swatch to be "butler supremeth" despite that being a role...he made up entirely himself.

Another sigh escapes Swatch's beak, however this time the slightest hint of a fond smile manages to make it's way onto their face. A part of them wondering what he was up to currently, wondering if he was going to once again show up when the cafe was closing for another 'duel of wits'.

It was silly, but Swatch had grown to look forward to it as time went on. Not that they'd admit that to him, of course.

Lost in their thoughts now, plagued by that ridiculous ridiculous blue man, Swatch's eyes slowly begin to shut, unconsciously wanting to focus more on their thoughts than anything else.

That is, until a sudden flash of light beams directly in front of them and they hear an all-too-familiar haughty laugh.

"There thou is thy sneakiest worm-avian! Did thou reallyest think thou could escapest me!?"

Swatch's eyes flash open, nearly jumping out of their seat- their finger accidentally smashing into the screen out of their own surprise. A flush spreads across their cheek, realizing they had been caught right in the moment they were just thinking about him.

Rouxls Kaard. Always showing up at the least inopportune times.

"What?" Swatch stares hard at Rouxls, trying to push out their prior thoughts of him from their head.

Rouxls puffs out his chest, "Though heardest me worm-avian! I took thy time outeth my busyeth day to go to your fair establishmente and thou was not eveneth there! How rudeth to youreth esteemed guestest!"

Swatch's eyebrows furrow together in exasperation, ah, that's what had happened, "I am currently on my break Kaard I was not avoiding you- let alone even aware you were coming by. Surely one of the Swatchlings could have helped you?" They know they shouldn't say it, but their beak moves anyways, "Or did you miss me that much? It's only been a single day since we last spoke and you can't go this long without me?"

Sputtering for a moment, Rouxls crosses his arms across his chest, "Of courseth not! Those foolseth just-" A pause, "Just don'teth know how to maketh my order right!" It was clearly a lie, but Rouxls proudly said it all the same, trying to cover for the fact that yes, he had gone to the cafe solely to see Swatch. Not that he would admit that either.

"They make it the same as I do Kaard." Swatch replies flatly, not really in the mood to play games when it came to their Swatchling's capabilities- even if Rouxls' sputtering was...cute to say the least.

Rouxls freezes for a moment.

"Well! Does noteth matter, I am hereth now, and thou are to entertaineth me!" A fancy way of saying he was bored, and wanting to spend time with Swatch but not wanting to say so. Without warning, Rouxls swings himself into Swatch's lap, the bird stiffening as Rouxls presses up against them.

"Thou obnoxious worm-avian did hearest me correcte?" Swatch can make out the barest hint of a darker blue blush on Rouxls' face. "I am choosingest to spend thy preciouse time with thou and wouldeth not liketh to wastest it!"

Well what about my time then... Swatch doesn't say that aloud, only let's their eyebrow twitch and feels the sudden temptation to push Rouxls off. Yet another part of them enjoyed having Rouxls so close to them, wanting to wrap their arms around him and-

Yea. Not listening to that.

"Get off of me Kaard."

"Thou cannote maketh me."

"Kaard-"

The bird is interrupted by Rouxls' squirming, the man having caught a glimpse of the phone in Swatch's hand. Rouxls' eyebrows furrow, reaching out and swiping the phone from Swatch's hand.

"Hey!" Swatch exclaims, trying to grab back their phone, only for Rouxls to pull it closer to him and glare up at Swatch.

"How DARETH thou!" Swatch freezes, stunned by the sudden shift in Rouxls' tone. The accusatory lashing out of Rouxls catching them off guard.

Swatch looks at him quizzically, unsure what they were supposed to say. Hoping Rouxls would explain further, they knew what was on their phone and there was no way anything bad or insulting could be on it.

Rouxls' frown furthers, his body dripping faster with frustration, dramatically whipping around the phone and shoving it into Swatch's beak, "Explaineth THIS drivel then worm-avian!"

They jerk their head back as the phone is crudely shoved into their face, squinting for a moment to try and make out the screen. As they managed to finally focus and see what in the world had put Rouxls into a tizzy, they freeze entirely. Their entire body tensing and feathers poofing out, an overwhelming feeling of dread and embarrassment flooding their veins.

The screen was flashing with a sign up page to that stupid advertisement to that stupid dating app thing or whatever it was. He must have accidentally pressed the pop-up... Suddenly Swatch feels a flood of panic, face flushing deeper as the reality of situation sinks in. Rouxls was going to figure out that-

"It's- it's not like that-" Swatch uncharacteristically stutters through their words, waving their hands as if to wave it off, "There was this absurd pop-up ad and-"

"I cannoteth BELIEVETH that anyone elseth haseth the AUDACITYE to callest thou 'Lesser Dad', thateth is a titlest reserved ONLYEST for THY." Rouxls interrupts Swatch, waving the phone around. "And YOUETH were searchinge for them! Traitor! Traitorous worm-avian!"

Swatch's words die in their throat, looking at Rouxls blankly at the sudden announcement. Was he...serious? Swatch sits there in disbelief, not sure if Rouxls could be this dense. Their heart still pounded in their chest anxiously, hoping that the man still seated in their lap would not notice.

"I haveth to findest out who thine FALSE WORMS are! Thy will showeth them who thy real 'Lesser Dad' is!" Rouxls tries to click on the phone screen, but Swatch suddenly manages to spur into action, grabbing it from his hands.

"Unhandeth that phone worm-avian! Thiseth life or deathe!" Rouxls lunges for it, Swatch lifting it above his head out of reach.

"It's my phone Kaard- I did not give you permission to be messing with it." Swatch replies, voice still teetering between flustered and frustrated, trying not to say anything that would make their personal situation worse.

"But I needeth to know who thy newest enemieseth are!" Rouxls whines, "I needeth to proveth that I am thine onlyest lesser dad! I am thine best and only! Me! Rouxls Kaard!" Rouxls keeps complaining, clearly agitated 'someone' had 'stolen' his title. "Thou art the oneth who was searchinge for a neweth rival! Thou owest me this!" His anger turns to upset, just pathetically whining and trying to get the phone back- unsure if he was more upset someone had falsely taken his title or that Swatch had been looking to replace him... For a moment Swatch swears they see tears in his eyes, and it tugged at their heartstrings.

Swatch rolls their eyes, feeling partly relieved and partly conflicted at Rouxls' words. Thinking that he was, utterly and truly pathetic in this moment, but also- it was kind of sad and Swatch felt like they should do something to reassure him. Once again feeling the urge to hold him closely and sooth his worries. Maybe that was just whatever infatuation Swatch had with the man talking. They wished it'd shut up. Either way- they knew they couldn't just push this aside.

"I do not owe you anything. If anything, you owe me for all the damages you and Lancer cause in the cafe." Snapping back, Swatch uses their other hand to rub at their face, "Besides- I don't know what ridiculous notion got into your head that I'm trying to 'replace' you. I can barely handle you- why would I want to search for anyone else?"

Rouxls perks up, "Thou was noteth searchinge for a neweth rival...?"

"No. You're more than enough."

A grin spreads across Rouxls' face again- he was never good at hiding how he felt. Swatch feels their face burn again as the bright smile beams up at him, wishing it was that stupid smug look that Rouxls usually had that annoyed them so greatly.

"Of courseth! I understandeth now!" Rouxls once again shifts in Swatch's lap, sitting to where he was now chest to chest with the bird. Swatch stiffens again, keeping their arms frozen where they where- trying not to think about how close Rouxls was to them now. How close his face was to theirs- how easy it would be to-

"Understand what?" Swatch interrupts their own thoughts.

"Thou was noteth committinge an acteth of betrayel! Thou was scoutinge out thy enemies foreth me!" Rouxls nods, "Admirable indeedeth!"

Swatch inhales deeply, wondering where and how Rouxls keeps getting these inane notions.

"...Yes, that is exactly what I was doing." Swatch decides to simply roll with whatever line of thinking Rouxls had in mind, it was easier than explaining the truth of the matter. "I was checking to see if any of them stood up to your high caliber. Fortunately for you, there was nothing there that could even be anywhere close to your level." Swatch hopes that their words gets Rouxls to finally drop it.

"Of courseth not! I am thy greatest at beinge the lesser dad!" Rouxls huffs proudly, puffing out their chest, "...Thou art sure thereth wasn't anyone elseth?" His fingers tap together, Rouxls' gaze drifting to the side, shrinking a little bit.

Tentatively, Swatch finally gives into their desires and puts their hands on Rouxls' hips, daring not do anything more. Heart beating faster and faster at the touch.

"There was not. I can assure you that you are the only 'Lesser Dad' worthwhile in Castle Town, I am sure that Lancer would agree with me as well. He is the one who calls you that isn't he?" Swatch's voice grows more gentle, soothing even.

"...Thou is right!" Rouxls nods along, "Thine belovedest thorn in my sideth is thine onlyest one who caneth say who is or who isn'teth thy greatest lesser dad! And thateth person is me!" Rouxls seems to liven up again, content with the answer.

"For thou greatest helpeth, I shalt give thou a reward!"

Swatch's head tilts, confused once again. However they are not given a chance to reply as they feel Rouxls' arms wrap around them, Rouxls' head pressing into his shoulder.

Swatch can feel their feathers poof out in shock again, heart nearly exploding in their chest. They can't help themselves, wrapping their own arms around Rouxls and pulling him into a tighter embrace.

Rouxls' eyes go wide as Swatch's arms basically trap them into place, a nervous grin spreading on their face as their eyes dart back and forth. His own blush spreading deeply across their face again- he wasn't exactly sure what to do now. Ralsei and Lancer had been trying to get Rouxls to be nicer to others and Rouxls had been listening...to an extent- but this was not the reaction that was supposed to happen! His own heart beat rapidly in his chest, matching Swatch's.

They both sit in awkward silence for awhile, Swatch realizing what they did and unsure what to do about it, and Rouxls too nervous to say anything but also not wanting Swatch to let go.

"...I'm late for work."

#asks and answers #anon #sugars sweet treats #deltarune #swatchkaard #rouxls kaard #swatch #I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT SO SORRY THE ENDING IS KIND OF WEIRD LOL #BUT THANK U ANON FOR THE INSPIRATION. I KIND OF WENT HAM HERE KGNHLG #swatchkaard does things to my brain. happy chemicals #i am rly glad i get u to think abt swatchkaard thats all i want to do in life KGNGKLGH #BUT SRSLY THANK U FOR THIS ASK #swatch has it down bad #but is so stuck in denial #rouxls is just oblivious. #to himself and swatch.

[vixenpen]

Just Relax For Me, OK? (Scumbag! Hawks x (f) Reader)

(Hoevember Day 10 Free Day)

(Trigger warnings: coercion, power dynamics, manipulation)

(Art by: @kadeart)

He requested me specifically. Not ‘his people’ or his management; Hawks requested me out of all the candidates.

The very thought had you shook. You had only answered the ad seeking ‘new talent’ on a total whim not expecting to get it. Yes, You were cute in your opinion, but you didn’t think you were exceptional or exceptionally lucky enough to get the call back. Yet the email lingered at the back of your mind.

Y/n-San, I hope this email finds you well (although I guess the email doesn’t have a choice, now does it? 😂)

I was impressed with your headshots, and I think you would be perfect for the shoot. If interested respond as soon as possible.

Best,

Hawks

The man had sent you a personal email. He had invited you to be his leading lady himself. You nearly fainted when you got the email. Needless to say after an hour of research to ensure it wasn’t a joke or a scam you promptly emailed back to accept.

That was what led you here: Room 1 on the tenth floor. You were about to have a Photoshoot with the number two hero.

It felt surreal when you finally knocked on the door, but you sobered you quickly when a deep, playful voice sang back: “Come innn.”

A pair of lazy golden eyes sparkled at you as you entered. His deep red wings flexed as he gave a slow, smile.

“Hey there, kid.” He stood.

Your eyes widened. You had never seen him in civilian clothes. He had a little bit more muscle on him than you realized. He was by no means a big man, but he was fit and toned. Lithe muscles flexed beneath his Brooks Brother’s button down shirt, and his large hands were stuffed into his khaki trousers.

You were so taken aback by his casual appearance that you didn’t even notice the way his amber gaze caressed your curves, slowly and appreciatively.

“Enjoying the scenery?” He asked, laughter lacing his tone. “I know I sure am.”

The comment snapped you out of your trance.

“Oh! Gosh I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen you outside of your hero costume much, it’s...different. I mean you look amazing! You always do but—“

Shut up, y/n, just shut the fuck up.

So you snapped your mouth shut while the blonde man threw his head back and laughed. He gave you the sexiest smise (smile eyes) you’d ever had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of. Then He stepped closer, closing the space between you two.

“Well, I’m glad my leading lady approves.” He hummed.

Get your thoughts together, girl.

“Of course. But I was wondering, where is everyone else?”

“Well considering I set up this little meeting two days ahead of time I’m going to assume they’re all at their respective houses.”

“Two days?! Wait so the shoot—“

“Is two days from now. Ain’t I little shit?” He laughed. It was a bright, full sound that made the corner of his eyes crinkle, and despite your own confusion, you couldn’t help, but chuckle too.

“I would say; a lovable scamp,” you joked. “But, why would you ask me to come if it was just going to be the two of us.?“

The blonde fought against a smirk. It was cute how naive you were. It was a good thing Hawks had scooped your fine ass up out of the pile of headshots. Clearly, you were going to need his guidance.

“To help ease your mind a little, y/n. You’re new to all this, right?” He gestured around the studio.

“Uhh, yeah, I am.”

“I can’t imagine shooting an ad with a pro hero as your first job is easy on your nerves.” He gave you a little pouty little smile. Jesus this man was pretty.

You giggled nervously. “The number two pro in Japan at that, sir.”

“Eh,” he gave a dismissive little wave. “Whose counting?” Then he reached out to give your arms a gentle squeeze, his eyes pierced yours, fixing you in place, and you gasped a bit. It wasn’t a predatory look, but it was intense and demanding of your full attention.

“The important thing, kid, is that you’re comfortable with me. Understand?”

Flabbergasted, you nodded. It seemed to appease the avian hero because his serious expression melted into a friendly smile.

“Good, besides, I don’t bite...unless you ask me to, that is.” He added in a low voice.

Despite the friendliness in his face, something about the comment made your sex heat up for just a moment. But you didn’t have time to dawdle on that, before Hawks led you to one of the red couches in the room.

“Come on, let’s chat. I just wanna see where your head is at, Little Birdie, make sure you can really handle yourself in front of a camera.”

Your heart hammered at the nick name. “That’s sweet of you, I appreciate it.”

Hawks smiled. “So did you always wanna be a model?”

“No. I wanted to be a university student, but school is expensive and...well...money is hard to keep with the way things cost now a days.” You explained with a shrug. “But Jesus, I’m so excited! I can’t believe I’m getting to meet my idol,” you gushed, “I’ve seriously been a fan of you forever, and—oh, I’m gushing, aren’t I?” You frowned. “I’m so sorry.”

The blonde just chuckled, propping an arm up on the couch around you.

“It’s alright, y/n, I picked you out of all the other girls that entered.” He cocked a brow in a cheeky little smirk. “You could say I’m a fan of you too.” He placed his free hand on your knee and gave it a squeeze. “You’re gonna be amazing at this.” His fingers trailed up your thigh a bit before stopping.

Your wings gave an involuntary twitch at his praise.

“And those,” he nodded towards the appendages, “are going to photograph beautifully.”

“I don’t know about all that,” you shrugged, laughing a little, “but I’m gonna try my best.”

“Uh Uh,” he gave your knee a little shove, “you’re going to be the best. Here, stand up,”

Puzzled, you looked at his outstretched hand before grabbing it. He pulled you to your feet. You heart revved as he pulled you flush against his chest, and kept an arm wrapped around your waist.

“I’m gonna show you what I see when I look at you, y/n, and what the camera is gonna see as well. Are you wearing anything underneath this?” He asked.

“Excuse me?” Your cheeks burned. “Why?!”

He gave you an amused look as if you’d asked something ridiculous.

“Because, this is going to be a lingerie shoot, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable if you’re naked under this.”

“Oh...I—yes I am.”

Of course you knew this shoot called for lingerie. The shoot had specified ‘intimate.’ Why were you so shocked?

Quit being such a head case in front of him!

“Take off your clothes, Little Birdie.” He directed.

You paused.

Hawks must have sensed your hesitation because he let out another breezy laugh and added: “if it makes you feel any better, I’ll do the same, look.”

Once again that arresting look of his held you hostage. He kept his hooded eyes on you as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly slipping it off. He was definitely more muscular than you had originally realized.

Your eyes slid down to where his hands had begun unfastening his belt. It clanked as it collapsed to the ground. He didn’t take off his pants fully, but they now sat low on his trim hips exposing a dark blonde happy trail, and a v-cut that disappeared into a pair of red boxer briefs.

The avian licked his lips. There was a cocky gleam in his eye as he watched you drink in his body shamelessly.

“Your turn, Little Birdie.” He coaxed.

Well, if Hawks could do it, you could too, right?

So you eased out of your tank top and slipped off your jeans, exposing your barely covered flesh in the strappy black and red silk lingerie.

Hawks let out a satisfied; “Mmm,” as his eyes swept over you. “Perfect. Come on, let me show you something.”

He led you to the white backdrop surrounded by studio lights and camera; guiding you to stand on a black X directly in front of a camera.

He sidled you behind you, keeping his strong arms around your waist, then he gently folded your body forward.

Oh...this is...what is this?

As you struggled to formulate coherent thoughts, you felt the man’s soft lips against your ear. There was amusement in his voice as he mumbled: “I feel that heart of yours going a mile a minute, baby bird,” he chuckled. “Relax mama. I got you, ok?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his low, soothing voice rolled down your spine. You slowed your breathing.

“I know it’s nerve wracking, baby bird,” he hummed in your ear. “Imma take care of you, though, ok?”

His hands were warm and rough and sliding along your supple skin. He pulled your hips towards his, grinding you into his crotch. Your wings twitched involuntarily. Hawks sighed

“Shit,” you whispered, as your ass pressed into his groin.

He felt so good. So strong and self assured.

“That’s it, Angel.” He practically purred. “Just relax, babe. I wanted you for this,” his fingers trailed up your stomach. From the corner of your eye, you see his red wings wrap around you.

His lips were pressing into your neck now.

“You’re so beautiful. If you‘re not feeling your sexy self by the time we shoot tomorrow I’m gonna make you feel it.”

His fingers were caressing the undersides of your breasts now, teasing at their softness.

“Hawks,” you gulped, “are you sure...it’s ok to be doing this? I don’t know how I feel about this.”

“Aww,” he tilted your face towards his own with a soft touch. “Of course it’s ok, beautiful. We’re just practicing, yeah?”

“But...it doesn’t feel like...like...”

“Like what, baby bird?” His wings fanned the air lazily as they cacooned you both. “Like practice? Oh but it is.”

He clutched your hand and slid it up between your breasts, his much larger one engulfed it. “Feel how your heart beat has slowed? Hm? The way your breath has evened out. You’re so much more relaxed now, aren’t you?”

“Yesss,” you sighed, but honestly it was because you were so turned on.

His clothed knee pried it’s way between your legs slightly, giving your burning sex something to grind on.

“See? I knew you could do it.” He smiled. “If you’re going to be a model, you have to know how to be cool under any circumstance, you know? For example. If the director wants us to get a little more Intimate, like this,” his long fingers dipped below your skimpy panties and brushed just above your clit. “You’ll have to keep calm and let me, won’t you?”

“I—I guess so, but,” you bit your lip and moaned as Hawks suddenly pressed his knee harder against your cunt.

“And when they tell you to touch me, like this,” his other hand reached around to wrap your fingers around the erection poking through his pants. You could feel a damp spot from the Pre that had leaked through.

“Would...would they really expect all this?” You asked. This felt so...wrong? But fuck did it feel good.

“Of course, Baby, it’s all apart of the job. That’s why what we’re doing is so important.”

Without warning, his fingers dipped between the soaked lips of your sex, breaking the quiet intimacy as you moaned with sudden pleasure.

“Fuck,” Hawks groaned. His fingers swam in your tight, wet cunt, flexing for that perfect spot. “Feels good doesn’t it, baby bird?“

Your pussy smacked from the three long digits plunging into it and every time Hawks worked his fingers your round ass grinded against his flexing dick.

“This, Hawksss-ah fuck!—this-we shouldn’t be doing this...”

“Oh, Angel,” he cooed, “it’s alright. You want this job, don’t you?”

“Yesss,” you groaned. “Yes I do.”

“It’s an amazing opportunity isn’t it?”

“It is.” You squeezed his manhood as his thumb began to press your clit. The pleasure spiking through out your body made your wings twitch against his hard, bare chest.

He moaned. “Working with me could lead to many more opportunities, Little Birdie, so long as you learn how to go with the flow. Understand?”

Swallowing hard you nodded.

“Good girl. I’m gonna take care of you, baby bird. Tomorrow and every shoot afterward.”

There was something smug in his heady voice, he spun you to face him, and two vermillion feathers detached from his wings. Your eyes followed them as they hooked into the hem of your panties and slid them down.

“Wait—Hawks. Do you expect me to—“

“I expect you to be professional, Baby bird.” He cut in, hands squeezing and massaging your thick ass. Without warning he scooped your body up and had your thighs around his waist. “You’re going to be a good little leading lady, aren’t you?” He smirked.

You fingers dug into the skin surrounding his wing joints as you held on. Your eyes were wide with surprise and hazy with desire. Fuck! you wanted this man, but this was a lot—even for you.

“I do want to do a good job.” You agreed.

“Oh you will, baby.” He lowered you against his straining dick.

“Fuck...” your head snapped back.

One hand remained on your ass cheek while another slid up below your wings, the pad of his thumb circled the skin there making you coo in satisfaction.

“God damn, Birdie. I promise, this is going to open doors for you.”

He was lowering you again, this time you felt the tip of him press between your folds.

“Wouldn’t you like that? To work for me? To be my go-to girl. My little muse?”

His wings stretched wide, catching the bright studio lights in your periphery. Your gaze, however, remained on those smoldering golden irises with their slitted black pupils.

“I would like that, Hawks.” You whispered back, your fingers stroked his feathery blonde hair.

“Ohhh,” he groaned out as he slipped your juicy pussy down on his length. “I bet you would like that, Birdie.” His wings flapped as you cried out in ecstasy.

The lights became blurred as your eyes screwed shut, and then you were in the air. Hawks held your ass firm in both hands. Every flap of his wings made you bounce along his thick member and sent delicious ecstasy shooting through your body.

Behind you, your own wings were flapping as well, as if trying to match his pace. He was gazing at you with a mix of lust and admiration.

“God, you’re fucking sexy. You’re gonna be my little muse—my little love bird, aren’t you? I’ll mold you into the perfect model. Fuckkk!”

He sighed at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. He knew you would feel amazing. The minute he saw those headshots, he knew he had to have you in more ways than one. His sharp canines found your neck and bit into the flesh.

“H-Hawks!”

“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll cover it tomorrow. I’m going to take care of everything for my little muse. Fuck! Ahh god, you feel fuuucking good.”

His balls smacked against you. The friction of his pelvis brushed against your swollen clit making your cunt convulse in pleasure. Ecstasy kept crashing over you in shock waves.

“Ohh fuck, Hawks, god-ahhh-shii!”

Your pussy creamed around the hard dick pummeling into it.

“Yeah, my little model. Pretty, little birdie.” He praised.

His wings seemed to work faster and harder making you bounce even harder. Hawks caught one of your hard nipples in between his teeth, tongue slipping around the bumpy areolas and flicking the bud.

“Oh my godddd, oh my fuck—“

Your pussy flexed around his dick as your orgasm washed over you.

“Shhh fuccckkk yes, y/n!” The blonde cried out, feeling your nails dig into the skin of his back.

You were no longer forming words as Hawks continued to bounce you on his twitching cock, sinking a finger into your asshole and adding more pressure. Another orgasm exploded over you. He kept bouncing you, his blonde bangs plastered to his sweat slicked forehead.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he mumbled against your neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You heard a couple studio lights topple over as his wings worked even harder towards his release, and when he came he came hard and hot and heavy.

His whole body tensed with the action and his head flung back. Christ. He was beautiful.

Slowly, he lowered the pair of you back on to the ground, still holding on to you.

Your mind was still swimming as Hawks pressed kisses up your throat until he reached your lips. Then he smirked.

“My little muse,” he mumbled between kisses, “I’m gonna mold you into the perfect little model. Promise.”

#bnha imagines #my hero academia #bnha #bnha scenarios #scumbag hawks #hawks simp #i simp for this man #hoevember2020 #free day #my hero fanfic #bnha headcanons #hawks smut #n/sfw #n/s/f/w #hawks x reader #yandere hawks #bnha smut

[1kook]

THE CHRISTMAS GIFT 

— AN EXPLORER UNIVERSE DRABBLE :)

SUMMARY So now there’s a present for him under the tree, but none for you. Apparently that’s up to Jungkook to purchase, which leads him to this dilemma: what did you want for Christmas? WARNINGS alien!jk, tentacle mention hehe, and uhhh nothing else its just dorky n sweet :( RATING e for everyone <3 WC 1.2k 

NOTES hello the other day i said something abt explorer jk not rlly understanding the concept of gift giving so here it is more in depth <3 just 1k of dorky alien boy trying to impress his human gf !! 

Jungkook thinks this Santa Claus fellow is quite possibly the oddest figure on your planet. A man who single handedly visits the home of every single child across the globe on a flying sleigh pulled by flying deer? Ridiculous. It’s even more ridiculous when you honor this man with a plate of cookies in the living room. 

“It’s just for fun,” you tell him, wobbling dangerously on a step stool in front of this massive tree you killed and then hauled inside to decorate its rotting carcass. The ornaments aren’t even placed in the most aesthetically pleasing pattern, a fact that greatly displeases Jungkook and his perfectionist mind. (You don’t see his extra arms slip out and rearrange them.) “It’s cute, isn’t it?” 

In all his time traveling the galaxy, Jungkook has had the honor of studying many foreign races. He’s learned the intricacies of their societies, the mechanisms of their anatomy, and the beauty of their cultures. Yet he does not recall ever seeing a society where one bearded man— who apparently gorged himself on cookies year round —held such superiority. The concept of gods isn’t exclusive to your planet, but from what Jungkook understands, this Santa Claus fellow is not a god at all. 

Oddly uniformed beings aside, there’s another thing Jungkook doesn't quite understand about this celebration, and that’s the bright red box beneath the dead tree with jungkook♡ written on the corner. It’s a gift, that much he gets, but he’s not sure what. Or why. You don’t tell him much either, simply warning him not to touch it until Christmas. 

Jokes on you, because Jungkook is no ordinary being. He knows how to gather resources from his surroundings and put them to use, an ability that is very valuable when visiting foreign planets such as your Earth. The projection box plays a variety of movies surrounding this Christmas event in the days leading up to it. It’s a festive day, primarily for large corporations to profit off of holiday cheer and convince people they, for some reason, must participate in the act of gift giving. And the thing about gift giving, Jungkook learns, is that it is reciprocal. 

So now there’s a present for him under the tree, but none for you. Apparently that’s up to Jungkook to purchase, which leads him to this dilemma: what did you want for Christmas?

The projection box says Humans similar to you enjoy being presented with jewels and clothing, occasionally electronic devices that are apparently ‘new’ for you Humans. 

But the jewels displayed are practically worthless in Jungkook’s eyes— a diamond ring? As far as Jungkook and the rest of the Sixamians were concerned, the sole purpose of a diamond was for recreational sports. Anyone could get a diamond in Sixam, they were as common as the avian beings on your planet were. But you and the rest of the Humans obsess over them, retail them for ridiculously high prices. 

Diamonds are out of the running, which leaves Jungkook with clothing or electronic devices. Similar to the diamond dilemma, the electronics don’t convince him much either. Smilodon had gotten into your room one day, completely knocked everything off your desk. While Jungkook had been able to revive your PC box, the cracked screen of your monitor was irreparable. Jungkook’s first trip to the city was that day, your visit to a Best Buy his first real outing. (You had sat him down in the kitchen and dabbed warrior paint, called concealer, over his facial markings.) The complete wonder he felt at seeing the city for the first time was shattered upon entering this Best Buy and seeing the horrendous quality of your electronic advancements. 

Needless to say, electronics are also out. 

By then, Jungkook can’t even fathom searching for clothing as a present. What did you like? He’s not sure, your preference in clothing varied everyday. Some days you enjoyed being bundled up in thick, cozy sweaters, but at night you would strip down to the thinnest materials. Did you like thick clothing or light? What was the most appropriate clothing for this season? Was there a specific size chart he had to refer to, or did Human clothing abide by the same form configuring rules that Sixamian clothing did? 

Christmas is tomorrow and Jungkook has not found a suitable present for you! His head hurts, but more importantly, his heart hurts. The projection box says Humans are greatly dissatisfied when they are forgotten in the gift-giving tradition, and Jungkook does not want that. He wants you to smile at him like the figures on the projection box do— maybe kiss him under the viscum album, or ‘mistletoe,’ plant —and just genuinely enjoy yourself. 

Time is running out and Jungkook doesn’t know what to do. Smilodon is giving him a rather disappointed look from the windowsill that Jungkook does not appreciate. It’s as he’s huffily shooing the creature away that he sees it. And by it, Jungkook means the flowerbed on your windowsill. The dirt is cold, the plants practically near death. But Jungkook knows you like flowers, these flowers in particular, because you spent all summer watering them and tending to them. You’re one of the finest botanists Jungkook has ever seen— and that’s saying a lot, considering Jungkook also considers himself an amazing botanist. Surely you like flowers?

He hurriedly gathers the last of the plants, hands shivering from the cold. He isn’t sure how to present them, how to wrap them like the Humans on the projection box do, so he’s left awkwardly hovering by the window with the dead flowers in his hand. He can’t set them down either because then they will unravel from the careful bouquet Jungkook had organized in his haste. 

You have extra limbs for a reason, his brain just about screams, and Jungkook snaps into action. Just as the tip of his limb touches your laptop, ready to watch as many instructional videos as possible, you come strolling into the living room. 

Jungkook can’t even play it off, he’s got one tentacle stretched over the entire length of the living room. 

“What are those for?” you ask curiously, casually stepping over his extended arm on your way over to him. 

Jungkook sighs, slowly retracting his limb until he can feel it slide naturally beneath the skin of his back. He wonders if his markings are that shade of pink again, the one that makes you kiss him and coo at him. “Felicitations on your Christmas,” he murmurs, handing you the bouquet of half dead, half frozen flowers. Your mouth forms a little circle, surprise and confusion painting your features. Jungkook hopes you are not as disappointed as he is in his atrocious attempt at gift giving. 

But Jungkook should know better; your Human heart is nothing like his. You’re not raised on perfection like he is, don’t even think there is such a thing as ‘the perfect gift.’ The flowers are taken from his trembling hands, clutched to your chest dreamily. “Did you pick these?” you sigh dreamily, gazing down at the dead bouquet like it’s the most beautiful thing in the universe. 

Jungkook doesn’t understand. Maybe it’s better this way. “Merry Christmas to you, too,” you beam, on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips. “I love them.”

And he loves you.

Copyright © 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

#networkbangtan #bangtanhq #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fic #mine #explorerdrabs

[collectingsparechangemadeeasy1]

A Lovely Moring

@bowl-of-shortness For my lovely friends lovely au. I adore these lads and I wanted to do a little something for them. :3

Qrow loved mornings. He used to hate them with all his being. Though back then, he didn't have anyone but empty bottles to keep him company. Now, ever since Oz started actually sleeping and since Qrow started waking up before him. He was bless with the most perfect view as soon as he opened his eyes. Few things in this world were more beautiful than a sleeping Ozpin in the early morning.

The way the sun's first rays gently touched his face, like a loving mother tenderly waking her child. The way Ozpin looked so genuinely at peace and calm, something much rarer to see in his wakeful hours. The lighting was soft and gentle, much like the man it was illuminating, the sunrise making the silvernette practically glow. He looked... perfect, in Qrow's eyes.

“I love you.” Qrow whispered, ever so gently petting Oz’s cheek with his knuckles, then kissing his cheek as soft and light as a butterfly landing on a flower petal.

“I love you as well sweet feather~” came the sleep laden voice of his fiancée.

Qrow chuckled softly and rested his forehead on Ozpin's temple. “I see you’re awake.”

“No I’m not. I am thoroughly asleep.” Ozpin replied, he could hear the smirk on his face.

Qrow snorted and nuzzled his cheek with his nose, “I can tell. You sound very asleep to me.”

A soft tired laugh, “I am. I am very asleep.”

Qrow sighed and tried to snuggle up to Ozpin, only to be thwarted by Ozpin’s annoying little sleep habit. “Why must you vex me so?”

“Sleeping on my stomach is more comfortable, I’m sorry that it ruins your snuggling attempts.” Ozpin replied, turning his head to give a cheeky smirk too Qrow.

Qrow took the opportunity to steal a kiss, “I can get snuggles later.”

Ozpin giggled and that sweet rosy blush that Qrow adored bloomed across his face as he hid his face again. He wanted to see more of it though, so he nuzzled his face closer, pressing light playful kisses around his neck, ears, any spare patch of skin on his perfect face he could reach. Oz was giggling and trying to wriggle away from the loving onslaught he was being subjected to. This only proved to motivate the avian man more to give more kisses.

“M’ not stoppin till I see your pretty face!” he teased, nipping his ear teasingly.

Oz snorted and finally turned his face, the rosy blush was deeper and Oz’s grin was practically blinding to Qrow. He grinned back and gave a longer, loving kiss to his lips, brushing a hand over his cheek tenderly. He rested their foreheads together and smiled when he broke the kiss.

“There he is.” he half whispered, nuzzling their noses together.

Oz giggled again and kissed Qrow back with a happy hum, “Here I am. Awake, unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?” Qrow gasped dramatically, “Is it so unfortunate to see your lovely fiancé in the morning?”

Oz rolled his eyes, then rolled over on top of Qrow, their faces close as he smirked. “No. Any morning I get to see you is a morning I cherish.”

Now it was Qrow's turn to blush, a nervously lovingly grin taking over his face. “You cheesy bastard.”

“You love it.” Ozpin replied cheekily, kissing Qrow’s nose, humming happily, and beginning his own kissy attack on the man below him.

He snorted and turned his face about, laughing and trying to push Oz off of him. “Oz! Hahaha! G-get off! You’re so ridiculous!”

“I know!” Oz replied, moving his attack, pressing rapid smooches all over the column of his neck.

Qrow’s laughter grew as he pushed harder at Oz, “Hey! No! Hahaha! Oz that tickles! Knock it off!”

He did finally stop after one more long kiss to his lips and he rolled off Qrow, looking at him with a wide smile and love filled eyes. Qrow stared back, his gaze filled with nothing but warmth and adoration for the man next to him. He brushed a lock of hair from Oz’s face, Oz grabbed his hand when he did this, turning to kiss the palm of his hand before intertwining their fingers.

“I love you.” the silvernette sighed, holding Qrow’s hand to his chest.

“I love you too.” Qrow replied in kind, scooting closer to the love of his life and resting his forehead on Ozpin’s.

They stayed like that for a silent moment. Simply drinking in each other's presence. This moment could last forever in Qrow’s opinion, being close to the light of his life, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, the gentle weight of his larger softer hand holding his smaller and more callus one. This felt as close to heaven as Qrow could ever imagine. This…

“I deserve this.” he whispered, “We. Deserve this.”

He felt a slight hitch in Ozpin's breathing, but he smiled at Qrow with that warm, dazzling smile he loved. “We do. My love. We do.”

#rwby #cloqwork #ozpin #qrow branwen #headmaster ozpin #rwby necromancer au

[batarangsoundsdumb]

yet another ask dump yeehaw!

do you ever think that jay's mother was one of those bitch who believes in horoscope and tarots and things like that and so he believes in these things too, or it is just me projecting?

sheila haywood took one look at jason's birthchart said 'nah this won't do' and left.

Wait, but what happens when the justice league does find out that Bruce and John fucked? Lmao it sounds like it would be hilarious, really, I don’t want a justice league that doesn’t make fun of Bruce for like his entire life.

barry runs out of the meeting immediately and comes back with an entire sti testing kit. diana fully seriously wants bruce to get tested while bruce is sitting there like 'come on guys, you're being ridiculous, i already checked twice'

john is standing in the corner clearly offended while bruce is just like 'don't even say anything, constantine, you fucked a shark'

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

on the one hand, good for him, on the other hand, bro, how do you still have a secret identity when your superhero name is just your last name,,,,

Your fic on ao3 was GOLD PLEASE CONTINUE I loved Dinah's cameo btw ( @purple-vixen

thanks so much! i already continued but this ask is like 10 years old because i'm a notorious procrastinator (also yes! i love dinah so much aahhhhhhhhhhhh)

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

bruce internally: holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit bruce externally: get out of my city, alien

AHHH ur multimedia fic is the only thing that brings me happiness anymore continue it forever pls

uhh thanks, but can't continue it forever because my attention span is that of a toddler on crack on a good day and i can't function without at least 10 things going on at the same time and music in the background

Oi, so I'm getting into dc and watching batman the animated series, and they use fruitcake a lot. Which I thought was very funny and wanted to share w you - Denilla

wait like fruitcake (food) or fruitcake (derogatory) ?

young justice 🤝 teen titans slut shaming batman

tim drake and dick grayson to their respective teams 'you guys stop it, that's my dad'

Happyhoganon: If an eighty year old Batman had fought crime in Gotham City for decades and the only threats to him and the city lately are a wheel chair bounded Penguin, your usual purse snatchers and a few con artists popping up every now and then, how well could the Dark Knight do in maintaining the peace in Gotham despite him being just somewhat fit to do that as an elderly man (which says A LOT given how old he is)

uhh he'll probably do what my grandpa does and that is ruthlessly prank them until they die of shame.

in the death in the family interactive movie there's an ending where Jason is tasked with raising Damian and he decides he's gonna raise Damian to take down the waynes and al ghuls which uh maybe isn't great BUT the idea of Jason raising Damian... PRICELESS. CHAOTIC. I just need more people to know about this :)

yes i saw that wow holy shit but jason would accidentally drop damian on his head one (1) hour in and jason just yeets him into the lazarus pit.

Headcanon: The Penguin has a really hard time fighting any of the Robins because of his avian obsession means there's always a small part of his mind that's like "Birb. Child. Protect" ( @subspacecadet )

as soon as dick becomes nightwing the penguin is like 'you know what, fuck this dude' and shoots at him.

Y'all talking about King Shark dating Constantine, let's not forget about John literally hooking up with Satan

listen there's a clear difference between monsterfucker and satanfucker in that king shark is literally a shark and satan still looks like a normal dude

Does everyone in Gotham think Batman is a teen dad?

everyone in gotham thinks batman has been around since gotham was founded, but they do think that bruce wayne is actually a teen father and dick grayson's biological dad.

why. why would you do that fancast when you know it will only hurt people

what? i loved my fancast it was really well done. i did it with good representation in mind and i really managed that with alfred pennyworth being ✨italian✨

Seeing james charles a jason gave me psychic damage how dare you i need to wash my eyes

well that's a you problem isn't it?

do you think dick grayson thirst tweets about nightwing just to annoy his family/cause problems on purpose in general?

he thinks nightwing is hot, next question.

holy jiminy cricket batman, its as cold as the good lords ass crack in here!!

i- what? this is why i don't fuck with english expressions it's way too goddamn weird

Brooooooo, your teen dad!Bruce au is soooo good. I've got brainrot.

Honestly if you ever write anymore, I'd read that shit twice. Sign me the fuck up. Good stuff, Good Stuff.

uh yeah i'm thinking about writing a fic, but i have exams coming up and i don't wanna fail because that would suck. but after i'll certainly be writing more tho

your teen dad AU is so great! bruce acting like a big brother for all of like a week before he's telling everyone about his son. what if in the AU dick meets the JL because they need to rescue him? maybe he's in trouble/kidnapped at a gala and bruce starts calling for JL. clark finds him and has to fly with dick to bring him home - that's how dick and clark meet and superman becomes dick's fave hero. he goes around the manor thinking he can fly with a red blanket draped around him like a cape.

actually- if you want a young dad! bruce fic with like that kinda stuff(just with damian) go check uhh- in for a penny by cdelphiki. it's really good and bruce is like 24/25-ish. (and dick's there!!!)

This account has solely convinced me that Tim is a trash goblin ( @hamilcat-and-magic-turtle )

because he is. that boy has slept in dumpsters on multiple occasions even if he is the son of a billionaire.

Okay but when you said victory dance I did think of the whole justice league defeating the big bad and then they all start flossing

well that's exactly what hal jordan does and that's why batman uses a gun now. no but the victory dance in my opinion is like the 'we're all in this together' dance from high school musical.

The horrors in Invincible s1 was nothing compared to the comics, I cant wait for s2

oh well okay, i mean i personally react to horror and violence by laughing awkwardly so i can't wait to be called a monster for accidentally laughing at a mass murder.

I'm currently watching Batman: The Brave and The Bold and- Bruce is just talking about Oliver like he's an old love (@nightwings-kid)

okay im going to watch that lmao that's totally and completely in character for him tho.

The invincible comic is like super gratuitous with its violence so much so I'm shocked the show was able to adapt it in a faithful way! Anyway had the show been live action it absolutely wouldn't have the same impact as it does as an animated show and I'm so glad so many people agree with me on that

also because a live action casting would've been like uhh amanda stenberg for amber, the dude- the guy from the supernatural but with a mustache for omni-man, and scarlet johanssen for debbie grayson

Debbie grayson is a milf, yes. You're welcome for the invincible propoganda, now you can questions your life. Bruce def seems like the perfect father next to Omni-man. Like they really took a rip off justice league and I was like well, now I'm attached even tho I was like hah I know who they're supposed to be. And then bam- death gore death gore gore gore sad Mark grayson just had to have daddy issues. Why does every character have daddy issues. I'm sick of the attacks

because daddy issues make a person arguably funnier, that's why i'm not even remotely funny (haha good dad flex). i liked that it was dark contextually, but not in the colouring, bc i hate when it's like 'uh yeah graphic murder and now a shot so dark you have to sit in a dark room and squint at the screen to faintly see the characters. (like dcau ugh)

About the Wayne insurance, for a moment I thought you would put the video with moans over the waves.

i mean- i could've done that, but rick rolling seemed more family friendly.

Its the first time in forever that im surpise rickrolled, i usually expect it. Congratulations (i really should know better this is tumblr)

i get rickrolled so often but i actually like the song so i dont really give a fuck

Actually, my information about Damian and John's kids is outdated because it was revealed that the old men telling the kids stories about the Supersons were actually Jon and Damian the whole time. I was blinded by my thirst for Grandpa!Bruce Wayne but I was wrong... I liked my version better, tbh (@artemisa97)

fair enough. but i'd honestly like to see damian and jon getting together, just because it's a really fun dynamic and their friendship was really cute when they were kids. (also idk maybe it would be nice to have one (1) main batfam/superfam character that's not cishet)

How am i JUST finding your blog skdskfkd you're so fucking funny and ur takes are hot

i thought u were calling me hot :( but youre not :( crime detected (but lmao thanks)

So I have depression and I swear that your memes are one of the few things that have made me laugh so thank you 💛🥺 (@katekanebadass)

aw you're welcome, and i hope you're doing okay!

The metropolis memes are so funny, I love them 💀😌

i think metropolis is also so fucking funny it deserves more attention imagine having your entire police force being upstaged by an alien from kansas and his kids

as an american i feel your complete lack of knowledge of us geography is just so sexy (platonic) ❤️

thanks so much (i also don't know any other geography, i'm not kidding, like you can tell me you're from hungary and it will just blank, there will be nothing that comes to mind)

In the DC universe they don't say "Can't have shit in Detroit" they say "Can't have shit in Gotham"

this just reminds me of that guy whose porch got stolen like the steps to his door, and i'm thinking of people living in gotham and waking up without a front door and going "can't have shit in gotham"

honestly all i know about chicago is the bean, so. what would gotham's famous sculpture be?

gigantic gargoyle statue in front of one of the police precincts because a villain thought it was a smart way to keep the police inside, but it's too heavy to move.

why tf do people go on about how batman "works alone" or how he's the "lone wolf" when he like 38290202 members in his family

bc people think it's cool that a grown man in his 30s has no friends or family instead of calling it what it is (sad)

Bruce is gotham's sugar daddy

why would say something so controversial yet so brave.

my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context

dick: gerard way are you in position, gerard way are you in position

tim: for the last fucking time, my codename is 'totally not count olaf' this week, abbafan 3000

dick: shut up my codename isn't 'abbafan 3000'

dick: it's 'abbafan number 1' and you know it

I have a feeling Tim drake is ur favourite batfamily member but okay u don't have favs if u say so ok

i mean he is, i won't deny it. but i love each and every one of the batfam just the same, i just have a weak spot for short dumbass nerds, because i'm a short dumbass nerd.

Omg i fuckin love boy meets world too fam shsjkfk

bro boy meets world was the shit!!! it was just fire and awesome and so fucking great like bro. it was so good im not even going to be accepting criticism

you know I find the whole "joker completes batman" thing a bit disgusting considering the horrendous stuff the batfamily went through because of the joker and let's not get started on the "joker has a point" thing like yeah he's this cool complex villain but he's absolutely batshit crazy

like yes! i get what you mean the joker just fucking sucks man he doesn't do shit for batman's character or the batfam he's literally just annoying as fuck. like the joker has a point' shit is so stupid. i will accept 'magneto was right' because he fucking was and i think he didn't do anything wrong, but joker? he's just like that. he's not even cool and complex he's just a weirdo with a bleach kink at this point.

ALSO YOUR RACISM POST- SO TRUE BESTIE

thanks bestie, i'm glad you agree.

in today's essay of why I think cass should become batman- I was thinking Tim would probably be the most efficient batman in many ways but I also think he wouldn't want to be batman tbh none of the batfamily members would want to be batman because they're trying to outgrow him but cass is the one who wants to represent the symbol that is batman

absofuckinglutely i will say it again and again that cass represents the batsymbol more than anyone in the batfam, in batgirl (2000) she literally didn't care about anything else than bruce's oath to not kill, she thought the batsymbol was more important than anything in gotham. she's just an excellent character because her motivation to not kill is not 'i'm scared i can't come back from it' or 'well my dad says no murder so i'll go along with it' but that she's killed somebody as a young child and she never wants to kill a human ever again and that's so fucking beautiful for a new batman like yes.

need more cass, duke and tim inclusion in gothamite memes

yes yes, a tall order of cass, duke and tim coming up in 1-14 business days

oldest to youngest batfam members cus I'm confused as shit

okay order of being taken in: dick, jason, tim, cass, damian, duke order of age: alfred, bruce, dick, cass, jason, tim, duke, damian (though cass and jason are around the same age general consensus is that cass is a little older)

I'm so confused Steph is a redhead?? like how was it that hard to get this right? the source material is literally right there and free

cw is jared, 19

do you receive anon hate? if so, how do you deal with it

uh no, i'm not remotely popular enough to get anon hate and i also don't say a lot of things that would attract anon hate, but i do send anon hate to @the-real-peter-parker because he forgot about the specialists from winx club

Wait how many languages do you speak??

uhh- 5 if you include latin, but that's a dead language and i'm really bad at it. but english, my native language, german, and french also, tho german and french not fluently.

You can mix aguaepanela with aguardiente 😈 and is tasty

okay but now i'm curious if the liquor deserves the 😈 emoji or if that's a you problem. but i googled it and it looks like something you'd take one sip of and then not remember the rest of your evening.

#i love all of you guys so much thanks for all these asks #some of these are literally from march but fuck it #the day tumblr puts dates next to anon messages is the day i close my inbox crawl into a hole and die #it's such a basic task to answer asks but i don't want to bother anyone with asks clogging up their timeline #and if i don't have a funny or good answer i'm like 'uhh okay won't answer it now then' #so this is for you #also i deleted a few asks because it gives me mental pain to see my inbox go over 50 and it's almost at 100 #i was complaining about having too many asks to the-real-peter-parker like months ago and then i had 45 asks in my inbox #now it's amassed to going over 100 twice #but no i love all of you and you're great and you're all fantastic and i lvoe you #muchos kiss kiss #kiss kiss for my kiddies lvoe you #invincible spoilers #dc #dcu #dc comics #ask #anon #bataranswers #i really wanna try aguapanela now i'm gonna see if i can find panela somewhere and review it for you babes #uh yeah that's it #muchos gracias for all your questions babes

[ettawritesnstudies]

Storge Edit Update Ch 5

Hey it’s been a hot minute since I’ve done one of these taglist updates sdfjksldfjsfd. Sorry for the lack of consistent content! Now that summer’s come I’ll be making a lot more progress.

Overall stats:

60 pages (I’m writing in default Microsoft Word settings so idk how much that would be as a published formatted Thing)

30K words

5 page and ~3000 word net increase from the first draft.

About 1/4th of the way through the plot, so I’m projecting this book is going to be about 120K by the time I’m done with this edit. That’s a litttttle on the long side for a conventional YA fantasy novel, but it’s not ridiculously long either. We’ll see how much gets trimmed in the line edits

I’m actually halfway through Ch 7 by now but I’m trying to batch these so you don’t have a complete wall of text :P

Excerpt

Chapter 5: Aftermath

“That’s enough!” Aimon repeated. “We’ve had enough trouble tonight without bickering amongst ourselves. While Enne is right, I think it’s time we heard the rest of Luca and Grace’s story.” He leveled a serious look at his son, who laid his head in his arms on the table. “What were you thinking when you decided to pit yourself against 30 armed men?”

“We couldn’t just stand there when we could stop it,” Luca said, his voice half sob, half whisper. “We had to help. People were helpless, and trapped, and falling dead all around us and we had to do something. We were the only ones who could do something.” Now he lifted his head to look at his parents.

“And we did. After I jumped in, Grace took the brunt of the second blow. She probably saved hundreds of people. Maybe I didn’t hurt the anarchists, but I distracted them long enough for troops to arrive and scare them away. Long enough that they couldn’t hurt everyone,” His voice was desperate.

He pleaded his case to Enne and his parents, but he also pleaded with himself to believe it. He needed to believe that his reckless, stupid decision had done some good. His voice still caught, but it was more steady when he spoke again, “What happened was… tragic, and I didn’t have a plan when I jumped into the arena besides surviving long enough to let other people get out. I wish I could have done more. But I don’t regret what I did.”

Anda rubbed at her temples, trying to banish a growing headache. “You two are going to be the death of me. What am I going to do with you?”

Luca sighed. “Honestly? A hug would be nice right now.”

His mother relented and embraced her son. When she pulled away from him, her eyes were wet, and she gave him a kiss on the forehead before doing the same for Grace. “You’re both such brave children. Impulsive, and reckless, yes. But I’m so so proud of you.”

Changes and Commentary

This chapter was pretty good as it was! I refined some of the conversations because the dialogue was stilted earlier, but the pacing and place in the plot were both solid

I reworked some of Acheran’s actions to make him less OOC. I’m really happy with how his character has evolved as I’ve grown more confident writing him. I’m not someone who entirely believes the characters are Real and let me tell their story and tell me what to do, but he’s gradually become his own person which is really cool His parts feel a lot more natural and I can visualize his mannerisms and recognize his voice a lot more easily now.

I’m also really happy with how the family and sibling dynamic reads in this chapter. I (unfortunately) know from firsthand experience what it’s like to deal with a crisis (though nothing like this), but I can still write what I know and convey those emotions through the characters. They’re not a perfect family, but they are ultimately a good family and their arguments are because they love each other. That’s not something I see often in fiction, and I hope the Laine family is a good example and welcome change of pace for my readers

Taglist! (ask to be added/removed)

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#storgewip #storge update #storge edit #my writing #editing #editing storge #writing update

[aliveandrestless5]

Hey are aliens able to throw things? Like accurately? We as a species take it for granted all the time but the ability to throw accurately is pretty much, on earth, exclusive to humans. Like from sharp stones to spears to spears thrown with atlatl, our ability to throw accurately was our ace in the hole in nature’s evolutionary arms race, well that and our nifty sweat which I’ve talked about before. Like monkeys and elephants just sorta fling with no great degree of accuracy while we as a species made throwing things with extreme accuracy and velocity into not one but multiple organized incredibly popular public spectacles. Aliens just watching a human throw a baseball at 92.3 mph with perfect accuracy into the mitt of a catcher and then lose their collective shit.

Sorry for the late reply, but great question!

That’s a really interesting point, and I had to spend a lot of time thinking about it. The conclusion I’ve come too is this: It varies dramatically from species to species, and humans have better accuracy overall.

Piglins have the worst accuracy, for balance reasons I’ve discussed before, with most other species, (Shulks, Apains, Elytrans, Avians, Endborn, Etc, Etc,) falling somewhere in the middle of the scale. The alien with the best accuracy would be Tubbo, actually, since he doesn’t really fall into one species or another, and the strengths and weaknesses of each even out.

So, for the most part, aliens have okay accuracy when it comes to throwing things. Like, the unathletic kid trying their best to play dodgeball and sort of succeeding, kind of accuracy. The aliens in this series tend to be either a lot less resilient than humans and therefore unable to apply the necessary force, or too strong to be very accurate.

Also, they have no real reason to try and improve their accuracy. Bows, crossbows, and laser guns are more effective than spears for long-ranged attacks anyways, and the sports they do have don’t really require accuracy. Humans train a ridiculous amount to improve their accuracy, and aliens would have no need to. Phil and Techno have worked on improving theirs some to be better in weapons, sure, but they would still loose their minds watching a game of professional baseball.

#matches fics #ask

[raevenlywrites]

The Ties That Bind 20 of ???

As much as I simply wanted to sleep, even my extreme exhaustion wasn’t enough to supersede good manners. I would at the very least catch Zane’s eye as he danced, alert him to my presence--that was good manners, right? I couldn’t think. My head was fogged with the need to sleep, and my thoughts tumbled like so many leaves in the wind.

The crowd parted easily before me and Rei, avians falling back in respect and serpents... well, I didn’t know why the serpents moved before me. Maybe something of that emotional extra sense informed them. I didn’t care. I just wanted to wave at Zane on my way to bed.

Of course, once he saw me, he immediately broke from the dance, another serpiente falling seamlessly into his place. I marveled at the smoothness of it, how not a single beat was missed. If Zane had signaled the change in any way, I had not seen it. Then again, in my fatigued state, I’m sure I missed much.

I took a deep breath, drawing myself up as Zane approached, and felt Rei flinch beside him. Was it the Arami’s approach, or a reaction to my donning my emotional armour? Yet another thing I was too tired for.

“Danica!”

Zane greeted me warmly, face bright and shining from the dance. He was flushed, but it only highlighted the sharpness of his cheeks, the fullness of his lips. He looked right this way, lightly kissed with sweat and firelight, and a smattering of scales.

It startled me to realize I found this form beautiful. Not that I found Zane beautiful--his elegance and regalness were almost a given, at this point--but that I thought the scales suited him, perfected a face that was already so close to perfect... They offset his garnet eyes, made their startling redness seem more at home.

Then he smiled, and the length of his cobra’s fangs ruined the effect. He’d gone from ethereal to infernal in an instant, the flames now a horrifying backdrop to the warrior’s form. This was the shape he wore to kill.

I swooned, the heat and the fangs and the late hour all coming together to be too much. I felt Rei’s arm around me, as the world slid to black.

- Two faces loomed over me as I came to, my avian heritage funneling oxygen to my brain with merciless efficiency. What helped me maintain hours of flight at high altitudes would not allow me the blessed reprieve of unconsciousness now. No, my body had failed me only enough for an embarrassing incident. I sighed and sat up, not even feeling lightly dizzy. It was grossly unfair.

“Sorry to have alarmed you, gentlemen.” I did my best to keep the sigh from my voice. “Clearly I’m pushing too hard.”

“That makes two of us.”

Zane had returned to his purely human form, the only trace of his cobra heritage remaining was the everpresent garnet of his eyes. I still thought them beautiful, but I didn’t think I’d ever forget that smile, the mouth crowded with fangs. How had he kept from piercing his own lip?

Rei offered me a skin of water, which I sipped automatically to appease him. My dear friend could be such a hoverhawk. It was always easiest to just let him take care of me. It gave him something to do, if nothing else.

“If you’re able,” he said gently, “I’d recommend the three of us exit this crowd quickly.”

My eyes flicked past his shoulders. Somehow, I’d forgotten that I’d passed out in front of a crowd of mixed serpiente and avians alike. Better and better.

“Or,” Zane interjected, light tone at odds with the severity of the situation, “you might stay out here a moment longer, and enjoy the dance.” Rei growled, low and barely audible over the murmur of the crowd. Either way, the longer I sat here--flat on my rear in the dirt--the larger a scene it would cause. I nodded grimly to Rei.

“Help me up. We’ll go from there.”

To my surprise, Rei and Zane both looped arms under my shoulders, making me feel like a complete invalid. That alone steeled my resolve, making me chase them away with discretely fluttering hands. I stepped away from the both, turning to face them.

“I’m fine. Just too many days of not enough rest. We should all be getting to bed.”

The roaring crowd around me didn’t show any signs of slowing, let alone sleeping. What had I been thinking, coming out here?

I’d been thinking I’d wanted Rei. And that I’d wanted away from my court.

This was a disaster. I couldn’t do this. I was too tired, too small, too unprepared. This gathering of people, dancing and singing in the woods, had come together without me. And because of me, it now sat poised, ready to collapse into a riot.

All because I’d stumbled.

I was angry, frustrated, and oh so tired--

And then Zane reached out, smiling, not a fang in sight.

“Dance with me.”

“I-- what?”

His smiled broadened, and I felt utterly disarmed by it’s simple charm.

“Dance with me. One dance, to prove you’re alright. To let the day go. There’s a magic in the serpent’s step. Trust me.”

Trust me.

Well, that was the point of all this, wasn’t it?

Zane had trusted me enough to meet me at the Mistari camps, to ride to my Keep, to have Elanor fly his ridiculous ass up to my bedroom. To walk into the heart of my kingdom, with only a relatively small vanguard at his back. Zane trusted me with all that, and all he asked in return was a simple dance, to help reassure the crowd.

Surely I could do at least that much.

I took his hand, offering a smile that held all my fear, all my exhaustion, and all my fondness. This mad cobra’s dreams were infectious, and already, I found myself believing in him. I could easily see why his people would follow him into the heart of my kingdom. If I were allowed to, I think I would follow him, too.

I could at least follow him now, out into the ring of dancers.

“I don’t know how to do this,” I whispered. My mouth felt like a rictus grin rather than a smile. I felt my teeth threatening to crack under the pressure of my grit jaw.

“I do.”

He raised our hands, palm to palm, and with a start I realized it was a dance I knew. It was one of the few avian dances that allowed for touching, where most of our celebrations were more processions of segregated movements in stately lines. I didn’t have time to question how he’d learned any avian dance, or wonder if this was another small thing shared by our cultures, before the first notes of song rose up over the crowd.

Raymond was singing.

Other avians immediately joined, the song well-loved and well familiar. The Wind and The Wing--and the dance that went with it--was lilting and joyous, with words and movements so simple even children could join in. It could be layered with elegant harmonies and counter melodies, but the dance was always the same. Palm to palm, turn a circle, switch hands. At a faster pace, it became a whirling dervish, a wild, swirling thing, with partners switched and tossed and buffeted about as if by the wind. Under the direction of Raymond’s clear voice, it was slower, but still too fast to overthink it.

Zane grinned, hands clapping the beats between the switch, eyes absolutely sparkling in delight. He was so pleased with himself to be able to surprise me like this, and again, his enthusiasm was catching. I shook my head and laughed and clapped, and gave myself over to the dance.

Circles moved around us, dancers joining in where they new, serpiente picking up on the simple steps quickly. More surprising was the voices their raised to join our avian singers. The melody was simple, but still. I hadn’t expected--well, any of this. But Zane had been right. This crowd was ready to dance, ready to follow where their monarchs led.

Where we led.

I held tight to Zane’s hand as he spun me, gripping his fist as his speed and strength whipped me around his still center point. That was a serpiente move, a small twist on our traditional step. It thrilled me, dizzied me, took my breath away--

And then he released me, and for a breathless moment I was falling, falling--

And then Rei’s arms were around mine, a new Wind catching my Wings. He carried my momentum around, turning me to face him, holding his hand up, palm out, waiting for me to touch.

With a smile so large I felt I must be glowing, I pressed my hand to his.

And we danced.

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[sheyshocked]

A bird that never flew

Summary: Markus’ spouse had no wings. It was all some of the other avian people, the easily envious ones, talked about. But Markus paid no attention to the gossip. He never wished for a better husband. In his eyes, Simon was perfect just the way he was. Wings or no.

Ship: Markus/Simon (Detroit: Become Human)

Wordcount: 531

Tags: Bird/Human Hybrids, Fluff, Alternate Universe, Ficlet, Short & Sweet

A/N: This was sitting in my wip folder for way longer than I expected. It was meant to be a cute 5+1 story, where Simon was kinda supposed to be a human cuckoo in the nest of a race of bird people (without even him knowing), learning to navigate with Markus their two different worlds, but it kept misbehaving and stayed being just a small fragment of the thing I had planned for this AU. I debated whether I should post it as it is or not, and today I finally decided to hell with it, check for typos and out with it, see if people will like it or no. I sure hope so!

Markus’ spouse had no wings. It was all some of the other avian people, the easily envious ones, talked about. Why would Markus, a gorgeous man with the biggest and most beautiful copper wings, take a freak, an abomination of their kind, as his mate? It had to be sorcery. But the man in question paid no attention to the mean gossip. He never wished for a better husband. In his eyes, Simon was perfect just the way he was. Wings or no.

Not that it wasn’t unusual at first. Avians relied on their wings for the most mundane tasks, so living without them seemed almost unimaginable. That’s why Markus initially treated Simon like a nestling, something delicate he had to protect no matter the cost. It was driving the man up the wall. He wasn’t a child to be coddled. And he proved it to him, one small step at the time.

When they laughed at him for being unable to enter their houses high in the tree crowns by flying, Simon taught himself how to build ladders, sturdy ones strong enough to carry his “slightly heavier” frame (Simon despised it when others made remarks about his weight – he looked fit just like every other avian, but the truth was he couldn’t even fully sit on his spouse’s lap, lest he would risk breaking his fragile bones. Markus always made sure to remind him that he didn’t mind it at all and was happy to use his durable body as a pillow at night).

When they pitied him because he couldn’t get his wings groomed by his mate, one of the greatest signs of affection between two avians, Simon showed Markus that having his hair stroked while resting his weary head on his lap probably felt just as good (Markus enjoyed that attention too, once he got used to it. In some sense of the word, it was theirs, and thus meant more to him than ancient courting rituals, although Simon had nothing against grooming his feathers in return).

When they ridiculed him for not being able to express himself through wing gestures, he worked together with Markus and their closest friends to learn from each other how they showed their emotions and what every small motion meant. That was much more challenging, especially for North, who had no patience to deal with subtlety, but eventually, it paid off tenfold (Markus in particular found cute Simon’s habit of covering his face with his hands instead of using wings when embarrassed. He also blushed prettily while doing so, it would be a shame to hide such a nice rosy blush behind the veil of feathers. Simon, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of him fluttering his feathers and sometimes flapping his entire wings in the air when he was getting passionate about something).

It took time and effort, but after a while, they learned to accommodate one another. But in their eyes, it was definitively worth every struggle. For when they laid in each other’s embrace at night, just basking in their closeness, there could be no doubt who was right and who was wrong about them and their relationship.

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[not-close-to-straight]

Hexes and Honeysuckle (Final)

The ultra fluffy end to our magic verse! 

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“Holy crap, I’m human.” Tony held up his hand again and flexed his fingers, smoothed his palms down over his thankfully fur-less chest and sides. “Bucky, we did it. I’m human.” 

“You’re also naked.” the witch pointed out and Tony waved him off with a casual, “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m basically naked all the time anyway. Who needs clothes?” 

“You do!” Tony oophed when a towel splatted over his face. “Cover up, Tony! You don’t have fur anymore!” 

“I know.” Tony spread his legs and wriggled a little bit and Bucky made a strangled, squawking sound. “Don’t be such a prude, you’ve seen me naked before it was just in cat form. This isn’t very different.” and then with a sly glance towards the witch, “Well I mean, there’s like seven inches worth of something different, but who’s counting?” 

Bucky just looked at him and Tony finally rolled his eyes and spread the towel over his lap. “Better?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” Bucky inhaled sort of shakily. “So um-- what does this mean, Tony? What does this--” he motioned to the other witch. “--what happened? You learned your lesson? Your hex ran out, what is it?” 

“I learned my lesson.” Tony touched gingerly along a faint scratch of scars on his chest. “Humility and empathy and you know, the only thing stronger than a witch’s curse is a witch’s love, right?” 

“Humility.” Bucky repeated. “And empathy and--and love?” 

“Humility cos I realized I couldn’t do everything alone.” Tony counted off on his fingers-- he had fingers! He had never loved fingernails and knuckles so much!-- “I couldn’t do normal day to day things alone, much less save you. Empathy cos being with you is the first time it occurred to me that maybe the universe doesn’t revolve around my whims and that my actions affect other people just like they affect me. I get it. I was self centered and terrible and now I’m only mildly self centered and quite a bit less terrible.”

“That’s why you were a cat.” Bucky said flatly. “That’s it right there. Cos you think the sun rises and falls based on your wishes.” 

“It’s exactly why I was a cat.” Tony agreed with a quick nod. “And um-- love. I think even if I hadn’t learned my lessons the hex would still break since you love me and everything.” 

“... if you hadn’t learned your lesson I definitely wouldn’t love you.” Bucky retorted, and Tony was quick to point out, “But you aren’t denying you love me?” 

“I--” Bucky paused, scratched awkwardly at his chin. “-- I care a lot about you, Tony. But you were a cat. I cleaned up your hairballs and had to pick fox tails from your fur and threw shoes at you at god awful hours of the morning when you had the zoomies.” 

“Which is clearly true love!” Tony exclaimed, and clapped his hands. “You do love me!” 

“Tony.” 

“I know it’s weird.” the witch finally sobered, finally quit teasing long enough to be honest again. “I know it is. I was a cat and now I’m not, we were really starting to get along in both dream world and waking and now I’m not cursed to familiar anymore. It’s weird and that sort of sucks but before you decide whether or not this whole experiment is over and send me away, could we just--” 

“I’m not sending you away.” Bucky interrupted. “Why would you think that? Do you want to leave me?” 

“No!” Tony nearly shouted, hands out stretched. “No! I don’t want to leave you and I don’t want you to send me away and--whew.” he shook his head. “-- I really do love you, don’t I? Never thought I’d say those things out loud. Bucky listen, things are going to be different after this but it doesn’t have to be all that different, okay? If you’re willing to deal with me as human, then I want to stay.” 

Then softer, “Can I stay?” 

Bucky was quiet for a few minutes, and Tony waited with a pounding heart for the verdict. 

“Do you still want that stupid box or can I throw it out?” the witch finally asked and Tony breathed out a relieved laugh. “And are you going to stop shedding, cos I gotta say that’s my least favorite thing ever.” 

“If I wasn’t so happy you aren’t throwing me out, I’d be tempted to bite you.” Tony grinned, all sharp teeth and sharper smiles. “Right there on your ridiculous pecs.” 

“I feel like you biting me doesn’t have the same connotation as it used to.” Bucky shuffled his feet and got a little pink cheeked when Tony’s smile only stretched wider. “Please don’t leave, Tony. This is gonna take some adjusting to, but I don’t want to be without you anymore.” 

“That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” Tony whispered gratefully, honestly. “Can I kiss you?” 

“Don’t know if I’m ready to be kissed by my former cat.” Bucky said bluntly, but not unkindly. “Can we work up to that? Cos I wasn’t opposed to kissing dream you but…” 

“We’ll work up to it.” Tony scooted back on the bed and patted the spot next to him, biting at his lip anxiously to ask, “Will you come lay by me? Sleep next to me? Is that okay?” 

“Hell yeah, that’s okay.” 

They fit together perfectly, legs tangling and chests brushing with every breath, Tony’s head tucked under Bucky’s chin and both arms wound tight around the witch’s waist. 

“This is so much better when you don’t have a tail to twitch in my face when you need attention.” Bucky mumbled and Tony sassed, “Don’t worry, I still have something to twitch in your face when I want attention!” and the bed shook with their combined laughter. 

Then Bucky lay a very soft, very gentle kiss on Tony’s forehead and combed his fingers through the thick hair, smiling when Tony immediately snuggled closer and purred up against his throat. 

“That’s so sweet.” he whispered. “Don’t ever stop purring for me. Don’t care if you’re human now or not.” 

“Kay.” Tony budged in as tight as he could go and closed his eyes tight, exhaling years worth of worry and stress and choking fear and inhaling Bucky’s sweet honeysuckle scent and letting it warm him from the inside out. 

Perfect. 

But then-- “ACHOO!” he sneezed and Bucky cursed and flailed away, a hand to his heart and eyes wide. 

“Okay.” Tony sniffed at him. “Don’t need to be that dramatic about it.” 

“Oh my god, your sneezes were so much cuter when you were a cat.” 

“Well now you’re just being rude.” 

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Epilogue

Bucky nodded to a witch who smiled a hello as they passed, held up his left hand and waved when someone else called to him from across the market square. 

It had been a whole month now since Tony had created him a new arm in brilliant silver and bold copper, the pieces connecting and fitting up over his shoulder to frame the red star from Lehigh. 

The arm was beautiful, a gift of love, pure effort and affection on Tony’s part, born of a wholehearted wish to help, to make Bucky’s life easier, to reinforce what Tony had told him that last, awful nightmare with the Hydra-- “You aren’t broken, just hurt.” 

And these days Bucky didn’t feel broken, not with two working hands and a skill in magic that was growing by leaps and bounds every day thanks to the daily insight Tony offered since his full powers had been restored. 

Magic linked to love always shown brighter anyway, and every day the spells were easier, the more complicated incantations more natural and now Bucky walked tall and proud through the town, chin up and eyes sparking and a smile curving the corner of his lips because he was finally fulfilled, finally happy, finally--

“Why are you smiling still, that person is long gone.” The witch got a tail across his face for his lingering grin, and Bucky sputtered a few times and knocked it away. “I’m just saying you look weird walking around smiling all the time. Witches are supposed to have some mystique and no one who grins like a goofy goober has any mystique.” 

“Thanks for that.” Bucky batted Tony’s tail out of the way again. “By the way? It’s cool you figured out how to shape shift and can go back and forth to cat as you please but would it kill you to get off my shoulders and walk a little bit? You have beans again, use them for something useful!” 

“After some very serious thought, I’ve decided I only want to be human when we’re in bed.” Tony stretched out lazily, settling himself more firmly across Bucky’s broad shoulders. “Unless we’re kissing or losing clothes, I’d much rather be in this form, resting my beans. They’re so delicate, you know.” 

“You only want to be in cat form so I have to feed you, brush you and carry you places.” Bucky complained. “You are the worst witch and familiar in the world.” 

Tony only grinned cat-sharp and purred in Bucky’s ear and by the time they passed Magic and Magnolias, they were laughing together. 

“Do you hear that, darling?” Pepper nudged Natasha as the pair passed. “That sounds to me like a match well achieved, don’t you think?” 

“I’d say so.” Natasha agreed. “And since Tony’s magic has apparently shifted enough to allow him to retain some of the familiar form and spirit, their bond won’t dissolve as we feared. An excellent match, but now we need a new project. Who should we shift our attentions to next?” 

“I think Samuel.” Pepper handed her wife a thin file folder. “He is so drawn to the avian familiars and after losing Red Wing two summers ago, he’s never quite recovered. And Clint is avian you know, he keeps getting rejected because the witches complain he shifts between Hawk familiar and awkwardly winged human at abrupt and inopportune times.” 

“Samuel would pluck Clint’s feathers if the bird tried to scare him that way.” Natasha said slowly, then nodded. “Yes. An ideal match, they will balance each other nicely. Who else?” 

“Steven is in desperate need of a familiar as well.” Pepper pulled another folder free from her stack. “He’s had several but none have fit him quite correctly. Do you suppose Thor…” 

“Thor.” Natasha repeated blankly. “The full size lion familiar that stands at Steven’s chin when fully shifted? Pep, Thor would sneeze and knock Steven away, we need someone delicate, better suited to Steven’s size.” 

“No.” Pepper made up her mind and shook her head. “No, you won our argument with Tony and Bucky, I’d very much like to see Thor and Steven together. Thor needs to learn a lesson about his ego and Steven needs to learn to bring down some of his defenses. They are perfect.” 

“What about Wade?” Natasha mused. “Ever since his accident and the damage to his form he’s refused a witch, even goes out of his way to spite them.” 

“Until Wade learns to manage his rage and violence, I don’t think it’s safe to put him with anyone, my love.” 

“Peter has been five years a witch and has never had a familiar.” Natasha mused, holding up the two pictures and studying the pair. “His stubbornness and morals are equally as resolute as Wade’s violence, plus there isn’t a creature alive who could resist those soft eyes. He would balance Wade beautifully.” 

“Natasha no.” 

“Alright.” the witch pushed those folders to the side. “We’ll let them be…. For now...”

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[monstersandmaw]

Embers - male dragon shifter x reader) Part One (sfw)

This fourteen-part, fluffy ‘x reader’ romance story released on a weekly basis up on Patreon between August and October 2019, and now it’s time to put it up on Tumblr! Starting today (Friday 3rd January 2020), it will go up once a week on my page until it’s over :). Each chapter is deliberately a little shorter than my usual stories, but not all of them are!! haha.

Any warnings that pop up in the series will be put at the start of any chapter, but as with all my stuff, it's mostly just ridiculously fluffy... It's set in a larger town than Starfall Springs called Old Trollbridge, though it’s in the same universe. That means super quaint names, monsters are part of society (though attitudes vary from place to place), and it's modern fantasy.

When the reader runs into someone in a coffee shop who might be able to teach their niece the flute, they’re not about to let the opportunity pass. However, he’s prickly and terse, and seemingly reluctant to help out. He agrees to pass on the reader’s number to his friend who teaches the flute. Thinking he’s perhaps a tiefling, with his beautiful, ruby-red horns and reptilian eyes, the reader is immediately drawn to him, and as the reader takes little Cecelia to her lessons - held at his family mansion as a favour to his friend - they run into Mikaeïl again. As the weeks go by, his steely exterior crumbles, and the two begin to grow a little closer…

Stickybeak Cafe, on the corner of a quiet backstreet in the university town of Old Trollbridge was, as far as you were concerned, the perfect cafe. Run by a hummingbird avian who was the tiniest and friendliest person you had ever met, with iridescent green plumage and a gorgeously pink dash of colour at her throat, the quaint little place had become a regular stop on your morning route to work.

As you stood in line on a morning very much like any other, though you were running horrendously late, Lidaë was chatting with a customer whom you’d not seen before. At first you took him for a tiefling, with his six-foot-something height, elegant physique, and curved, ruby-red horns flecked with gold, but his skin wasn’t the grey, blue or red of many tieflings. He also didn’t appear to have a tail. He had long red hair with golden highlights that was tied up in a neat bun at the nape of his neck, just brushing the collar of his crisp white shirt.

You rather liked the smart waistcoat he had on, and admired anyone who could keep their trousers so immaculately pressed. Both of these last points gave you the immediate impression that he was a professor at the ancient university. In his left hand, however, was not a briefcase or a stack of papers, but a navy blue, leather music case, and in the same hand he also carried what looked like a flute case.

Your eyes widened when you saw it. It was like a sign from the gods. Your young niece was desperate to start flute lessons, and even if this guy didn’t teach it himself, he might know of a good teacher in the area.

Taking a deep breath, you waited for Lidaë to go and collect his coffee from her colleague and then you stepped forward to tap him on the arm.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly as he turned, a frown on an astonishingly handsome, finely featured face. His gaze was extraordinary, and confirmed for you that he was not a tiefling, though exactly what he was you weren’t sure. Piercing eyes of what looked like liquid gold with a reptilian pupil bored into you from behind perfectly round, gold spectacles.

“Yes?” he said in a smooth, rich, if perhaps a little clipped and terse, voice.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t help noticing that you’re a musician…?”

“I am…” he said warily, clearly wondering where this was going.

The fact that he didn’t seem very keen to linger and chat was painfully obvious to you but you tried not to babble. “My young niece is looking to start flute lessons,” you began but he cut you off curtly.

“I’m not a music teacher.”

“Ok, but do you know of any you could recommend? I don’t know the first thing about music and I don’t want to set her up with someone rubbish…”

He sighed and said, “Yes. I’m in a quintet with a faun who also teaches flute.”

Your shoulders dropped with relief and you grinned. “Can I give you my number and ask your friend to get in touch if they’ve got room for a new pupil? She’s earnest and well behaved. I don’t think she’d be any bother…”

He glanced at the clock on the wall and nodded. “Fine.”

“Thank you!” you gushed, scrabbling for a paper napkin, and as Lidaë reached over the counter and handed you a pen, you realised that the cafe had been aptly named. The owner was every bit as nosy and interested by the lives of her customers as her cafe name suggested. You handed it to him and he looked at it a bit like it was a dirty dishcloth, before folding it one-handed and sliding it into his waistcoat pocket.

He nodded a silent farewell, horns glinting in the spotlights in the cafe’s ceiling like semi-precious stones, collected his double espresso, and then he was gone.

You stared after him for a long while before Lidaë cleared her throat and buzzed her delicate wings at you in what could only be a little avian smile, and then she twitched her shoulders and leaned over the counter to hiss conspiratorially, “Well, that’s more than I’ve ever got out of him, and he’s been coming here for over a year now!”

“Who is he?” you asked as you stepped up to your spot at the counter and then placed your order. “I’ve never seen him before.”

“You’re running late, that’s why!” she laughed. “He’s a lecturer at the university I think,” she added as she took the coins you handed her and fished out your change.

“Music?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. Though he comes in here with a group of friends every now and again. I think they must be that quintet he mentioned. Adorable bunch. Particularly the goblin. He’s a sweetheart. Anyway,” she chirped. “Here’s your coffee. You have a good day now!”

“You too, and thanks.”

With that, you headed back out into the day outside, hoping that he wouldn’t be the ‘absent minded professor’ sort and forget all about the napkin in his pocket with your number on…

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