#˛ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ burnt wings no longer made for flying ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ visage.

[hopelessdelusional]

do you suppose we could have some headcanons for shoto todoroki being friends w/ reader who has seraphim wings? whether they’re into each other or just friends or in a qpr, who’s to say?

plz and thank you

no, thank you!!

i’m gonna do todoroki x gn! reader bc i’m pretty damn nonbinary and i don’t feel comfortable writing fem readers anymore :( sorry loves

also this is longer than i meant for it to be but my big ol brain just had so many ideas with this specific quirk so

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‧₊˚♡pairing: Todoroki x gn! reader

‧₊˚♡tags: no beta we die like katsuki, one mention of negative reaction to religion, implied child abuse, reader gets hurt, slight angst, lots of fluff tho, kissing

‧₊˚♡masterlist

requests are wanted!! pls drop any ideas in my inbox 😚

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

☆ in the world of my hero, there are so many different quirks that manifest all over the world-and though wings are a common manifestation for people, seraphim was not

☆ your wings were not only a beautiful, soft and white set of wings that were stunning to look at, they were also powerful

☆ ever since your quirk manifested your father saw the instant potential of a true hero; as seraphim wings in many religions mean a great deal, and in his eyes you were a savior

☆ it was a blessing and a curse that your father trained you so hard- you were able to learn how to fight with and without your wings, becoming strong and independent

☆ however you started to feel as if you were only a soldier to your own father, and slowly religion and family started to mean nothing to you

☆ when you made it into UA your parents were ecstatic, and you were just glad you could make them proud after all of these years

☆ you fit into UA nicely, and slowly but surely create a friendship with the half white, half red headed boy: Todoroki Shoto

☆ whenever you talked to Tokoyami in class, Todoroki was there because of his seat, and you were always curious about the great Endeavor’s son-so you included Todoroki in conversations

☆ little did you know, ever since you showed off your stunning white wings, Todoroki had been infatuated with you and your quirk

☆ the more you talked to him, the more he developed a soft spot for you, and soon the two of you found out you both had similar childhoods when it came to your father’s constant training

☆ what started with small conversations with the three of you, became Shoto and you having your own inside jokes, and leaning towards the back of the class to comment on whatever came to mind

☆ it got to the point where the class always knew Shoto would be right by your side, whispering remarks in your ear waiting for you to snicker and continue the thought (gender-neutral gossip girls fr)

☆ Shoto loves to train with you, and ever since finding out about the two of you having alike childhoods, he would constantly ask you if you needed any breaks of any kind

☆ whenever he felt as if you pushed yourself too much he would force you to take a break, and there was absolutely no arguing with him

☆ the boy also loves to see you fight, seeing you fly into the sky with specks of gold in your aura (there were a multitude of times he got beat in training bc he was too busy looking at you)

☆ once, after a long day of training, Shoto accidentally let his hand slip and in a matter of seconds, you felt an extreme pain on the side of your body-and it wasn’t until the pain started to spread that you realized one of Shoto’s flames had hit your lower left wing

☆ the flame started to spread just as your fear did and you dropped to the ground, causing Shoto to rush over to your side, but too scared to touch you due to his quirk hurting you

☆ he watched as Aizawa helped you get up, as your fall had burnt out the flame, and all Shoto could do was watch as you had the most broken look on your face

☆ he watched helplessly as you walked off, and Shoto slumped to the ground

…

☆ later, after his friends encouraged, Shoto brought your favorite desert to your dorm and knocked lightly on the door; scared to wake you if you were resting

☆ “hold on i’m coming!” you responded almost immediately, and Shoto listened closely to hear you wrestling around along with a few grunts

☆ it had only been a couple of seconds and Shoto already felt bad for bothering you, starting to worry that you would never want to even look at him again after the incident

☆ just when he decided to just leave the desert by your door and disappear, the door swung wide open to display you in your pajamas

☆ he nearly melted at the sight of your domestic presence and the bright smile that appeared when you saw his face instantly

☆ as if nothing happened earlier that day, you gushed at the desert in his hands and quickly found comfort in hugging Shoto

☆ of course Shoto made no debate on your physical affection towards him, making sure not to touch your wings but still reciprocate your affection

☆ once you pulled away from the embrace, Shoto felt his face fall as he saw the bondages that were wrapped around both of your left wings

☆ “Hey, what’s wrong?” you inquired once you noticed the change of expression on his face, and you cupped his cheek gently to get the boy to look at you

☆ Shoto felt his face heat up with your delicate touch as he looked at you not being able to help the immense feeling of guilt

☆ “I hurt you.” he muttered, keeping his voice low with shame-meanwhile you just frowned at Shoto before dragging him into your bedroom

☆ you forced him to sit down on your bed, making him look up at you crossing your very muscular arms, and the new angle of your face made Shoto blush even more

☆ “You did not hurt me, you misfired in my direction. There’s a difference.” the stern tone in your voice caused him to pout mirroring your crossed arms

☆ eventually you sighed, plopping down on the bed and to Shoto’s surprise you stretched out your wings and started to unwrap the bandages

☆ Shoto felt himself panic as he tried to protest against your unwrapping but would soon become speechless when he saw your two left wings

☆ they were perfectly fine and unharmed, looking as powerful flawless as usual so when he looked back at you and you were smiling proudly he couldn’t help but smile as well

☆ “You can touch them if you really need to make sure.” you said leaning back to get more relaxed, and releif washed over him as he studied the state your wings were in

☆ usually you don’t let people touch your wings due to years of people randomly grabbing them and touching them without your permission, and you rarely have your wings out instead tucked and folded nicely against your clothing

☆ so to see you so relaxed and nonchalant about Shoto touching your wings, he felt honored that you allowed him to do so and yet so terrified to ruin the delicate moment

☆ his first touches are barely making contact, hovering over the feathers pleasently surprised to find out that they were as soft as he imagined they’d be

☆ a quick glance at your face and Shoto concluded that you were truly comfortable with him, as you had your eyes closed and head thrown back

☆ as he started to caress down the wing, making sure absolutely no marks were left behind from the incident

☆ “Another blessing of the quirk,” you breathed out obviously enjoying the physical touch

☆ “Healing powers,” you finished as Shoto’s eyebrows raised and suddenly his head ran full of questions for your quirk

☆ he realized that there were many things he did not know about your quirk, and the intimacy of the situation caused him to blurt out a question about your quirk

☆ “What’s the extent of the healing?” before he could scold himself for his lack of control you opened your eyes and smiled him

☆ his heart was racing with how close you moved to his face, and he was genuinely lost in your beauty

☆ you looked so at ease and happy, something he had always envied and loved about you, and without thinking next the hand that was on your wing moved to your face, tenderly touching your skin just as he did with your feathers

☆ instead of pushing him away or

becoming disgusted by his touch you just continued to smile then nuzzle your head closer to his hand

☆ as you began to answer his question he couldn’t help his mind wonder as he looked at you, trying to take in every detail of your face afraid he’ll never see it this up close again

☆ “But you’re not listening are you?” snapping out of his daze Shoto peered into your eyes again, feeling sorry that he didn’t listen to your explanation

☆ he opened his mouth to apologize but was cut off by your laughter, enjoying how your face crinkles when you do so

☆ you stopped abruptly, and if he had to guess it was probably because his face was centimeters closer than it was before

☆ in that moment Shoto decided that he was going to kiss you, and soon the gap between you two was closed

☆ the kiss unlocked feelings unlike Shoto had ever felt before, and just as he started to adjust to the new contact you pulled him closer and started to move your mouth

☆ his hands clumsily grabbed at your body desperately wanting to be even closer than you pulled him to be, feeling as if fireworks were bursting off of him

☆ suddenly you pulled away, a wicked smile and blown pupils faced Shoto as he caught his breath

☆ “Should have let you touch my wings ages ago” you giggled as he pulled you onto his lap

☆ “Yeah, you should have” and before you could respond his lips were on yours, exactly where they belong

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[harmonic-intervention]

Since it is almost 911-day, and I am sure to be proven wrong about all of my headcanons (can't fucking wait!), I need to put some out there about my special guy. Don't even know if any of this makes sense, but here you go.

When Tommy opened his eyes, he stared at the burnt-out corpse of a helicopter.

Oh, he thought, I'm back here. His thoughts felt thick and slow, and he couldn't quite make sense of what he was seeing.

He had been here before.

He had crashed his chopper once before. He had done several emergency landings, but only actually fell out of sky one time, and that was in the army.

He couldn't fully remember. He couldn't remember what went wrong, and the theories that everyone else had were just that - theories. All he knew was that he lost control, he crashed, and was the only one to survive. Three were dead on impact, one died before recovery, one died as the medics were still working on him, and Tommy made it.

He hadn't been awake when they had gotten him, and he had only seen the photographs of the crushed chopper, so whenever he found himself back here, he stood outside of it, staring at the thing that clipped his wings for years to come.

After, he was discharged and sent home, and the thought of flying filled him with anxiety, so he didn't. He stayed on the ground, only able to stare up into the endless blue and yearn and fear. About so many things.

He blinked.

"Tom."

He turned around, no longer in the middle of nowhere staring at a broken chopper.

He was in the backyard of his aunt's house - his father's sister. The person who had spoken was Michael, one of his cousins, who, like the rest of the family, insisted on calling him Tom because Tommy is juvenile! Grow up!

"You know the rules, man," Michael continued, sounding almost apologetic.

Tommy remembered this day. His mother had just died a couple of months back and he was still getting used to the loveless house and the polite coolness of his father's family that his mother had done her best to shield him from.

His thoughts felt disjointed, and he couldn't quite remember what this was about. Someone said something that made Tommy feel awful, at the very least, and when he tried to speak out, Michael had stopped him.

You know the rules.

Like be seen, not heard, don't disagree with the adults, and, most importantly, don't be gay.

It was the moment that Tommy realized he needed to keep quiet about everything. Don't speak up, don't do anything but nod when faced with their opinions, be straight.

He blinked.

"Thomas."

There was only one person who called him Thomas, and only one person who did it like this - slurred together into almost one syllable, always sounding angry.

He was back in the living room of his childhood home, seventeen, a backpack slung over his shoulder, his father sat on the couch with a bottle of whiskey.

He had trouble grasping his thoughts for a moment - hadn't he just been in the yard? Much younger? What was that about a helicopter?

He knew what would happen that day. He'd kissed Andrew Jenkins behind the old hunter's shack three weeks ago, and the rumors had finally reached his dad.

"What did I always tell you?" his father asked, or tried to.

He had said a lot. Never anything worth listening to.

"Didn't ya hear me, boy? What did I always tell you!?"

Tommy's father was not a man who liked being ignored. He yelled and roared, spittle and drops of whiskey flying from his mouth. Tommy stayed quiet.

"No fucking son of mine will be one of those queers, you understand me, boy!? So, when I ask you whether what I heard is true, you better say no!"

Tommy had to think of something about a forged signature, of running away, of a camp and drills and training and men just like his father, of a helicopter.

"Is what I heard today true, boy?"

"You're a sorry excuse for a man." Tommy was reasonably sure that was not what was supposed to come out of his mouth. He never said anything like this. He only ever wanted to.

His father, in a blur, suddenly stood in front of Tommy. His face morphed into Gerrard's for a moment, then back into the haggard, cross-eyed man Tommy had known in his youth.

He was close enough that Tommy could smell his alcohol-stained breath, something he had become too familiar with. When he was young, his father had seemed scary, intimidating to him. Now, he seemed weak, not able to keep himself upright.

All his life, he had wished he had taken a swing at his dad, just once. Fought back, just once.

Violence ran in the family, after all.

He had a hand fisted in the collar of his father's shirt. He didn't know how it got there.

His father smiled. He had never smiled. Sneered, yes. Frowned, a lot. Never smiled. It didn't suit him. "Do it, you coward. Be a man."

He hadn't said that in this context. Not to Tommy. He had said it to his brother-in-law after Tommy's mother had died and a fight between his father and the rest of the in-laws caused them to never contact Tommy again.

God, Tommy hated this man. He didn't hate many people, he didn't think. Vaguely, he thought that he would normally just wash his hands of them and never think of them. That sounded better.

But he would never completely remove this. He was his father's son, after all.

He blinked.

"Tommy."

They had moved from the living room to the entrance. He wasn't seventeen. He was 40, holding onto his father's shirt collar, and in the open door of his childhood home behind him stood Evan.

He reached out a hand, and Tommy immediately dropped his father in favor of turning around and accepting Evan's grasp. His grip was strong, a bit tight, clutching at him almost in desperation.

"Tommy," he said again, but there was almost an echo there, far away and urgent. He seemed to be staring right through Tommy.

He gripped Tommy's shoulders with both of his hands. "Tommy, come on. You gotta be here."

"I- I am?" Tommy said, or he thought he did. His voice got lost in Evan's.

"Tommy, please."

He blinked.

Then again.

And again.

He smelled smoke. The side of his face felt tacky and the sun was painfully bright in his eyes. His head was pounding.

He tried to sit up, but everything in his head slid off a slope and he dropped back down, closing his eyes against the spinning tree tops.

He breathed against the nausea rising up in his stomach, but that just made him cough thanks to the smoke. God, his ribs hurt. He'd probably cracked a few.

His copter had gone down, he remembered suddenly.

He had told them that something wasn't quite right, but they had sent him up anyway. And then, he started having issues with the rotor controls.

He'd tried for an emergency landing, but when there was nothing but forest underneath him, there wasn't excactly room to safely land a chopper.

He remembered being conscious after hitting the ground. He remembered crawling out of there and throwing up as soon as he got his legs under him, before he stumbled away as the hunk of junk left of his copter burst into flames.

He had made as far as his legs could carry him until he collapsed to the ground.

His head hurt. Breathing hurt. He kind of just wanted to go to sleep.

"Tommy!"

He smiled a bit. Maybe he could go and find Evan in his dream again.

"Tommy!" Louder this time. Closer, it seemed. Urgent.

How long had Evan been shouting for him? He'd heard that same urgent undertone in his dream.

"Tommy!"

He could hear additional voices, now. He couldn't identify them. He could hear the sound of several heavy boots making their way through the undergrowth.

Good. He didn't think he could talk if he tried.

For a moment, the sounds stopped. Then picked up again, louder, and faster, and coming closer.

"Tommy!" A heavy body crashed to the ground next to him, and hands on his face gently, slowly helped him turn his head to look at Evan, kneeling next to him.

He slowly raised his hand. His shoulder hurt a bit, too, but not as bad as his head. Evan took his hand before he could try to figure out what to do with it.

"Can you talk? Where are you hurt?"

Everywhere? Tommy didn't think he had broken anything but his ribs - miracle of miracles - but he was pretty banged up. He'd probably be bruised all over. He was probably also concussed, now that he thought about it.

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Swallowed, and it felt like nails scraping against the inside of his throat. Kept looking at Evan, despite the presence of other people appearing at his side, other hands trying to figure out what was wrong with him.

"Ev-Evan," he croaked, and almost regretted it immediately, if it wasn't for the relieved smile it caused.

"Yeah, it's me, it's Evan. We've got you, now. You'll be okay."

Tommy nodded as best as he could, and Evan didn't leave his side for a moment when he was picked up.

He kept mumbling his name over and over whenever Tommy's eyes shut for too long, whenever it looked like Tommy was about to slip away. He kept holding his hand.

"Tommy."

[regular-human-being]

"You've got guts to spill (but no one trustworthy)" notes masterpost

Fic linked here!!!

Here are some notes from "You've got gut to spill (but no one trustworthy)" aka My ctntduo/sbi vampire au, because there are a few things that I didn't include and I wish I had

Note: I'll be updating this as the fic goes along, so there will be new stuff added weekly :D

Vampire logic

General facts

• They have enhanced sight, small, and hearing, which makes it easier to hunt their prey. Despite the fact they can see at night, it isn't perfect (their eyes reflect light much like a dog or cat)

• Vampires have to been invited into places deemed as "homes". It doesn't matter if that person is in the room/building, they still have to be invited in (imagine is one person deems a public library "home" (not literally), unless the vampire is invited in they cannot enter).

This applies to windows/skylights too, as they are another point of entry they have to be invited in either way. Once invited inside, they can entre through any entrance.

• Crucifies affect all vampires differently, based upon: their age, strength, and current energy.

• Older vampires will be less affected than fledglings, due to a tolerance build up. But a cross will still cause them to experience some pain. If a vampire is tired/low on blood, they will be more heavily effected.

• Holding a cross in front of a vampire will cause them to experience paint, and may also start smoking.

• Placing a crucifix (whether silver or wooden) above a door, will not completely stop a vampire from entering an establishment (especially if they have previously been invited in). However, for them it will be like having to wade through an invisible, painful force field.

• Their reflection will show up in mirrors that don't contain any sort of silver. They also show up in videos and photos.

• If their skin is cut, they will bleed if they have recently fed/have a lot of blood in their system. However, the wound will also heal faster, if they have more blood in their system.

But if their skin is cut with something made of silver, the wound will take a human amount of time to heal.

They will also heal fast, unless they are injured by: another vampire, silver, or burnt by the sun.

• Human blood is preferred, but harder to get a hold of, so they can also survive off animal blood. They are also more stable off human blood, and don't have to feed as often as it satiates their hunger for longer.

• Vampires can still eat and drink "human foods". However, their body does not process it the same way, and that food/drink will remain in their stomach until there is too much and they throw it all back up. For this reason, vampires tend to avoid eating "human foods".

However, foods with a higher concentration of blood is more likely to be digested fully.

Alcohol will also not have an strong effect on them, unless is is drank in a high quantity. The quickest/easier way to get a vampire drunk is for them to drink blood containing alcohol.

• They will physically remain the same age that they were turned out, as well as keeping some of the mentality from that age too.

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• Vampires will form bonds between them and other close members of their coven. Through this, they can communicate through feelings/emotions.

Coven bonds work like a phone line, you can get a signal from more than one person at the same time, but some are stronger than others; depending on who you're closest to.

The connection may become weaker/unresponsive, if the other person is far away or not paying attention.

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• Once turned, the vampire will take on animistic features from one animal. The type and severity is different for each individual, but all have the ability to hide said features for a short period of time.

• They cannot float/fly unless their animal has the ability to do so (giving them wings) (birds, bugs/insects).

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• The older the vampire is, the stronger they often are, and the more respected they are.

• Elder vampires will often sire others, or take in loose vampires, creating covens for said fledglings.

• Fledgling transformation (if done correctly) will last around a week to two, for the full transformation. But the vampire will remain in the nest/not go outside of the main coven building, for a few months whilst they adapt.

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The Sun

• Going outside during sunlight hours will make any vampire weaker than their full, nighttime potential./

• Cannot go out into direct sunlight (especially in summer) without burning almost instantaneously. Umbrellas/parasols, hats, and sun cream can be used to delay they burns, but with sun cream it will only stave it off for a few minutes at most.

• They can go out in overcast/cloudy/rainy weather, with less repercussions. But will still experience burns (especially in the former two) if out for extended periods of time.

• Reflecting direct sunlight onto a vampire will burn them the same (if not worse) than if they were to stand directly in the rays.

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Weaknesses

• Direct sunlight will result in burns and possible burns.

• Cannot enter buildings/rooms deemed as "home" without being invited in.

• Allergic to garlic, and will experience and similar anaphylactic reaction if exposed to it or ingest it.

• Crucifixes will cause a stinging/burning sensation. If exposed for to long, they will start smouldering.

• Cannot walk on holy land.

• A stake through the heart will kill a vampire then and there.

• Silver.

• Ripping out their heart or cutting off their head will kill them.

[inafieldofdaisies]

2 in 1 uquizzes

Uquiz #1: What does your OC heart look like?

Uquiz #2: What does your OC path lead to?

broken, missing pieces that once were there: your heart has been torn before, chipped and maybe even shattered. Some pieces will never be recovered, and you are shaped by the loss. But it can still be shaped into something tangible, something good, even with its flaws and imperfections. You don’t have to do all the work of rebuilding by yourself. Allow other hands to leave their fingerprints on the new heart you create from the remnants.

the messenger: a creature of flesh and bones but wrong, wires wrapped around limbs and a steady ticking accompanying each step. His home is in the forest, pale trees with dark eyes, and he clutters on, his bones creaking with every step. The clock keeps on ticking, every moment a blink in the eye of the universe as the years fly by. His steps continue forevermore, an ouroboros lumbering on and on, a mechanical being made from the dead. On and on he clatters, a void that can never be filled, with bloody feet and a chittering voice.

i'd say quite fitting, but the fact the second result is titled "the messenger" definitely sent me

a tangled ball of red strings: who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.

the path: the memories left behind by others, each one taking their next step along side you. Softly rustling leaves in the wind, the full moon bathing the forest in a silvery light. A beaten path between towering trees, giant shadows slinking between them. Glowing eyes staring down at you, the animals' gazes piercing right through you. The fluttering of thousand of moths, each flap of their wings accompanied by whispers and the knowledge that somewhere someone's fate has taken a new path.

I'm screaming at the actor result for Mer. OMG. the path is also ironic considering her role chosen by Joseph

molten lava and charred flesh: your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.

the virus: Game Over. Try Again? Yes [ ] No [ ] I am tired [x] You are psydelic colors, no clear edges but instead just flowing into the ether, just floating somewhere in-between. You have played their games and lost, tried again and again and again but it could never be enough, no, you have been flawed from the start, always wrong wrong wrong. Aren't you tired yet? Hasn't it been enough, you have done your best but your form was never supposed to fit into the cutout they've created for you, each time you played their game you snipped parts away. And it still wasn't enough, would never be enough. Darling, don't you want to break them as they broke you? Darling dear, remember, they called you toxic and vicious, a virus they sought to eradicate. So stop playing the games you could never win and play your own, you are bright colors as a warning sign, sharp words spilling like toxic fumes from a sharp toothed mouth, you are a predator of this new age.

I am once again asking Cal to stop breaking my heart. Ooochie. The fire symbolism, the forgiveness.

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[bagerfluff]

My Fallen Angel

Older Takaishi Takeru x Male Reader

Prompt - Fallen Angel AU

Takeru remembered when he fell.

The day was normal, playing with friends, eating food, smiling. Then, without warning, the clouds gave up under him and he fell backwards.

Takeru had tried to fly but his wings felt numb. He tried to grab onto something or someone, he tried to scream for help. Nothing worked. They all ignored him, like he was invisible or glared at him, like he was a bug.

Something to be removed.

Takeru watched as his home, the only thing he knew, got higher and higher and further and farther away. Soon Takeru fell through the clouds and was now falling through the blue sky.

Tears fell out of Takeru’s eyes and floated above Takeru. Why was this happening? What did Takeru do? Then the burning started. Takeru’s wings started to fall apart, burning feathers off.

Burnt feathers slowly fell from Takeru’s wings and fell next to him before they burnt up. The wind flying past Takeru didn’t help the burning feeling, it almost made it worse.

Takeru hated the feeling of the wind soaring past him. He loved the feeling of wind under his wings, not under his entire body. Takeru let more tears fall from his eyes. He knew why this was happening.

Takeru had fallen in love, with a human.

That was a no for angels. Angels can’t fall in love, especially not with humans. But Takeru had done just that. How could he not. That boy had just looked so beautiful.

Takeru’s friends had warned him about watching the humans. Takeru had spent hours watching the humans from the clouds, that’s how Takeru found him, and fell in love with him.

Takeru leaned his head back. The tears had slowly stopped, crying wasn’t going to do anything. Takeru knew he had to accept his fate, but how could he.

He was kicked off, abandoned by the people he trusted. By the God he admired. Takeru glanced up, his halo was turning black and was slowly disintegrating.

His wings were also completely gone. Just a few stray feathers and the bones. Takeru looked back up at the clouds. He couldn’t see his home anymore.

Just clouds, but he could see why humans liked to look at them. The sky did look nice, the air was refreshing. Takeru reached his hand up, as if someone would grab him, save him.

But that wouldn't happen.

As Takeru watched the sky he saw flakes of gold and black rose to the clouds. That was it. Takeru was no longer an angel, he was banished from his home and lost his halo.

Takeru lowered his hand and turned his head. The ground was getting closer. It looked like Takeru was going to land in a park clearing. Trees circled a small patch of grass with flowers.

Takeru knew it was a park.

He could see playground equipment and children playing. Takeru had always liked watching parks. They went on walks in parks almost every day. Takeru smiled and looked back at the sky.

The clouds had disappeared, now it was just a blue slate with a yellow sun. It still looked beautiful. Takeru closed his eyes and let the wind slowly take him to the ground. There was nothing Takeru could do now.

He had fallen.

He was no longer an angel, he had been abandoned by the ones he trusted, by the God he had admired, all because of something he couldn’t control. Takeru felt the ground on his back.

Then it went black.

Takeru remembers when you found him.

You were taking a walk through the park. You wanted to clear your head before having to do some homework. You turned a corner and walked through the trees to the clearing when you noticed something.

A boy, a pretty one at that, was laying in the middle of the clearing.

He was on his back and his limbs were stretched out. “hey”, you called out. When you didn’t get a response you walked closer to the boy just to see that his eyes were closed.

You couched down, wondering if the boy was okay. He seemed about your age. With a white t-shirt and black shorts. He had dark blond hair that looked a little curly and he had slightly tanned skin.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, “hey, wake up”, you said while shaking him. When that didn’t work you shook him harder and faster, that worked.

The boy opened his eyes, looked at you, and jumped back. The sudden movement caused you to fall back too. “Whoa, calm down”, you said while looking at the boy.

His blue eyes were staring at you with worry, anger, and something else that you couldn’t place. The boy looked around and stood up. You got up too, “you okay?” You asked.

This boy was acting weird.

He looked confused and was acting scared. You walked closer to the boy, “I’m Y/n, what's your name?” You asked. The boy moved his gaze back to you and you got distracted by his eyes.

They were blue, light blue like the sky. But they seemed clouded, like something was bothering this boy. “Takeru”, the boy, Takeru, said wearily. You nodded, “you okay”, you asked again.

Takeru nodded, before looking away. Something about this boy made you feel weird. It wasn’t that you found him cute, you’ve known you’ve liked guys for some time now.

It also wasn’t because he was cute, because he was special.

You couldn’t place it but it was like you’ve met this boy before, like you two were friends when you were younger. Or like you've seen him in a dream. For some reason when he looked at you it was like you’ve felt his gaze before.

Like that feeling when you think someone is looking at you but you're alone. It was like this boy was the one looking at you. You shook your head, maybe you needed a nap.

“Well good to know you're okay, see ya”, you waved at Takeru before walking away. “Wait!” Takeru yelled, causing you to turn around. “What?” You asked.

Takeru now stood in front of you. He opened his mouth a couple times before closing it and looking at the ground. “Listen, not to be rude but I don’t have all day”, you really didn’t want to be rude.

But you did need to leave, even though something told you to stay. “Want to hang out sometime?” Takeru asked. He brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck.

“Yes”, you said. Something told you to say yes, that this was density or something. Takeru smiled and you reached into your pocket and brought out your phone. “Here, give me your phone and I’ll put my number in”, you said.

Takeru cursed under his breath, “I don’t have a phone”, he said sheepishly. You furrowed your brows and put your phone away. “Okay then”, you brought out a pen and grabbed Takeru’s arm.

“Doing this the old fashion way”, you whispered while writing your number on Takeru’s hand. “There”, you let go of Takeru’s arm and put your pen away, “call me”.

You turned around and walked away. Still with that weird feeling in your chest. Takeru looked down at your number. He smiled, he had found you or you found him

You were the one, the one that caused this.

Why did Takeru get your number? Takeru let his hand fall to his side, why did you give him your number? Takeru knew you, kinda. He had watched you which sounds weird when you think about it.

You were the only person Takeru really trusted down here. Takeru turned around and looked up at the sky. Takeru’s life was now going to be really different.

Takeru knew that you were going to play a big part in it. 

Takeru remembered it whether he liked it or not.

“Come on Takeru”, you called out. Takeru glanced away from the mirror for a second before looking back at it. Takeru never really liked his reflection.

He looked the same, but just slightly different.

Like something was wrong. “Whatcha doing”, you said at the door to the bathroom. Takeru flinched and looked at you. “Sorry love”, you said before looking in the mirror.

“I think you look perfect, now come one, we're going to be late for your reservation”, you grabbed Takeru’s hand and walked out of the bathroom. “Okay Okay”, Takeru said with a smile.

It had been a year since Takeru fell, a year since he had met you, and about six months since you had kissed Takeru. Takeru still had thoughts about what happened.

But that was the past.

“You know”, you stood in front of Takeru, his hand still in yours. Takeru still had problems, I mean, you can’t just fall out of the sky and get betrayed by the ones you love and not have problems.

But you could try your best to help, Takeru had been watching over you, like a guardian angel. You smiled and walked closer to Takeru. “You're my angel”, you whispered before kissing Takeru.

It was soft and quick, and you pulled away before Takeru could do anything. “Now let's go, I’m hungry”, you turned around and walked out of the door, dragging Takeru with you.

Takeru blushed, and followed you with a smile on his face. Takeru might have once been an angel, a follower of a God, but now. He was a human that followed the one he loved.

Plus, now, he was your angel.

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“But, love requires sacrifice. Can I get an amen?" - Sammy Lawrence - Can I Get an Amen?, Bendy and the Ink Machine Chapter 2

So, let’s talk about when Emmett fell. Emmett got kicked out for two reasons: He defended himself when he stood his ground against those who bullied him, and he questioned the tactics of the people in Heaven. Emmett never really felt like he belonged anywhere before he fell. It took him a while to get used to being in hell, but once he finally settled in and was crowned prince, he stopped surviving and started living.

Becoming a demon is what made Emmett truly start to embrace himself. All his life, he was forced to be someone he isn’t, and this applied to Heaven as well. But once he fell, he slowly but surely dropped the mask and let his true self known.

Now, why are Emmett’s wings bone while Vaggie has traditional wings. Emmett used to have traditional wings, but the feathers and flesh burnt away as he fell. He no longer uses them to fly, but to intimidate foes. This partially explains why the exterminations stopped: Emmett’s bony wings are more intimidating than, say, Lucifer’s wings.

I guess the best way you can describe Heaven in my AU is that it’s like human society: conform to strict standards or be shunned or (is worst cases) be cast out. Hell represents the opposite of that, how society is evolving. The hotel is no longer a place strictly used to rehabilitate sinners. It’s now a safe haven for those in need of a place to stay/support.

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Dsmp!Wilbur Soot head canons? Wilbur Soot head canons? Wilbur Soot head canons. (Warning, long post haha)

So I know lots of people head canon him as MTF, especially after revival, but I can't help but think of him as FTM. Please I yeah 👍 don't hurt me

I like to think he was born with small, useless wings that grew after revival to a useable size. He plucked a bunch of feathers during limbo out of stress so now he has to wait until they grow back again ksjdjdk

He has small fangs and his ears are not quite pointed like his father's are.

Philza teaches him to fly by the way.

Up until Pogtopia, Wilbur kept his hair short in the back. However, because of his decline in mental stability he eventually stopped cutting it. It grew very long during limbo and stayed that way until Wilbur was invited to stay at Philza's cabin. It's neater now, but still has a bit of length (it's a mullet I'm sorry).

L'manberg used to gather and cook together. Wilbur has fond memories of these, as do the other members of L'manberg. Whenever he's trying to make himself a meal, he's sometimes reminded of way back then and burns his food by accident. I'm making a short comic about it hahhshdf

When he gets anxious, his hands shake so he puts them in his pockets (his voice doesn't).

He wore a dark blue cloak instead of the uniform in formal settings. (He does wear the uniform, just not all the time) It later becomes the black shawl he has during Pogtopia.

He can speak bird by yelling at a certain pitch (Philza taught him ages ago), he taught Tommy how to do it too.

Occasionally he and Quackity will just sit and drink at a bar in silence and lament the past and the present.

He has a large scar covering his chest, a bit of his upper forearms and lower neck. He doesn't like to look at them.

Smokes (ugh!) (Don't smoke kids!)

Tommy and Wilbur used to star watch when they got bored. Wilbur would make up stupid stories about them and Tommy believed them about half of the time.

Bad immune system and slow healing after revival, Tommy has this problem too but not to this extent. Wilbur also has raspy voice, he can still sing but he has to warm up longer than he used to. Also sometimes stimuli, like clothes against skin, sounds, etc. becomes too much or too little sometimes.

He is also very touch starved but so is every other character.

He's a bit of a demigod I think but not enough to give him any cool powers. He can hear the void's whispers though.

His and Tommy's white hair streaks can't be dyed. It can be cut, but it'll grow back. A few of his feathers are white too.

Other character head canons? Yes? Yes.

Eret is insanely good at flower crown making, within five seconds she can make ten. No one knows how or why. Before the 16th event, sometimes she'll gift people she likes a crown she made. Now she's very ugh! About them but is getting back into crown making 👍

Eret's father is Herobrine, who I have an entire life long birth to death timeline on. He used to be bloodthirsty but now is very chill :] Eret's Aunt and Uncle are Alex and Steve.

Eret was also a normal person at one point, no white eyes or anything. She got them after dying and being revived by Herobrine, who lost half of his powers because of that.

Tommy has a long rat tail he grew out sometime after exile. He usually braids it, if he's feeling silly he'll make twin braids.

Tommy has a thin but noticable scar on his right cheek from exile. He used to cover it up with a bandaid. He also has multiple smaller scars on his hands, arms and legs from doing typically Tommy things.

He's part nether creature but no one knows what creature. He does have a high tolerance to heat, eats a little more meat then others and a liking to campfires, it's comforting for him.

Because Tommy's limbo was just a black void, he hates the dark!

He also likes to make spaghetti and meatballs for him and shroud.

Tommy also wrote "balls" on George's house when he burnt it down with Ranboo.

Tommy punched Wilbur after revival.

Technoblade is very fluffy. He also grows out his hair during the winter, then cuts it short during the hotter months. When it's long, it's typically in a braid. He also taught Tommy how to braid.

Techno gives people gold trinkets if he's friends with them. Philza has gotten two gold earrings that he wears on his hat.

I know some people don't like the voices thing Techno has, but I just view it as his chat because that's what was intended. His chat is sometimes helpful in the heat of battle and warn him of danger, similar to spider sense. However they're just as unhelpful and helped him develop fast reaction time.

Philza actually can speak most languages because of how long he's lived and how many places he's been. But he was born in an age where learning how to wasn't very normal so he just gets his crows (brian mainly) to do read it for him.

Philza is an elytrian. Elytrian's have a slow physical age rate after they hit a certain age. Their ears however grow at a slightly faster rate, so you can tell an Elytrian's age by their ears. Philza's ears go down to his shoulders. He also has naturally sharp black nails, his son has black nails too but they aren't as sharp.

He also has a few white streaks of hair of his own.

Mumza makes her presence known by growing plants. She grows Philza a flower every once in awhile.

She also visited Wilbur every now and then during limbo. He has no memory of her visits, but is left with a brief sense of calm in his head.

Tubbo sometimes cooks for three instead of two accidently. Michael doesn't mind the extra food but wonders where his other dad went.

Tubbo also doesn't completely forgive Wilbur, he mostly wants to move on with his life. (Unless I got my dates mixed up and Hitting on 16 happens after Wilbur gets forgiven by Tubbo. If so then addskdk GAH whatever)

Tubbo has lots of different keepsake patches from his friends on his coat.

One of Tubbo's horns are shorter than the other, the tip of it had gotten chipped when he was blasted by fireworks. It regrew though.

Ranboo used to grow their hair out long in front to hide his tear scars, but stopped after Tubbo gotten his face scars.

Ranboo's hair used to be very short during Manburg.

Ranboo has small fangs on both upper and lower sets of teeth. He also has one long horn and a human-like ear on his white side, on his black side he has a long thin ear.

After Wilbur's death (natural death not blowing up L'manberg death), Ghostbur comes back with Friend and explores the ruins of the dsmp (he isn't reset like the others). He makes friends with the people left behind (Michael, shroud, foolish Jr if you remember them lol).

Ghostbur likes to make bead necklaces for his friends. He also can sing and play guitar, but can never remember the words so he hums instead.

Ghostbur is Wilbur, but also not. He also becomes loud when he's upset and picks the skin around his nails. People avoid him because of what Wilbur did, but Tommy enjoys his company.

He wears Wilbur's l'manberg uniform jacket because he remembers the better times of back then.

Dream is a shapeshifter and is actually really short (not the dream blob guy, he's just small), think two-three feet tall. (Perfect kicking size) He can change his appearance/height on command but it's also effected by extreme emotions. He grows taller, extra sharp teeth and horns when angry, longer hair, limbs when sad, etc.

The finale didn't happen. (I'm in denial)

If it did, then the characters that left the smp would eventually come back, only to discover everything had been reset. Staying there for too long causes memory loss, until they're left how they were when they first set foot in the smp.

Revival has aftereffects that last for two weeks (Tommy, he had ear splitting headaches and was highly sensitive to smell and light) to a year (Wilbur, he has a fire-like phantom pain in his chest and a high sensitivity to touch, sound and light). It lessens has time goes by, almost as if the body has to readjust to living again.

If Ranboo was revived, he would of had a pain in his chest/back (forgot where) from Sam's axe, be sensitive to touch and have a deep sense of dread. He's not, and even though he's visited by Mexican Dream, he doesn't feel compelled for some reason to ask if there's room on the boat.

Niki punches Wilbur after seeing him after revival.

Niki and Eret sometimes bake together, Jack and Tommy tag along occasionally for free food (also for quality time with friends).

Sometimes Fundy's hand/leg moves on it's own. Has nothing to do with eating a piece of Slimecicle. Yup.

Quackity is a different flavor of elytrian, he can speak bird too. Sometimes he swears in bird. He also has sharp, black nails too. His ears go down to his jaw.

After he left the smp, Quackity made a small backyard garden for himself after he moved in a house. It has a few basic herbs and peppers, but it's enough for him.

Sometimes you can see a human bone floating in Slime's slime. If you ask about it he'll dump every bone he has on you and explain where he found them. He loves his bones and has a larger pile in his cave. (Bone special interest Yahoo!)

There's more I just have to find them lol

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hey! this is chance & here’s week 3’s prompt. share an excerpt that you’re very proud of from any of your wips.

a scene where wolf uses his attribute in serpent's quest written:

Wolf was quiet, his eyes closed and posture relaxed, but his heart was not still. Karina’s mana sensor’s needle whirred around its base, buzzing with excitement at the rising energy. She saw the surface of his skin start to wet as sweat beaded up, the longer her sensor spun, the less at ease Wolf became, try as he might to look unbothered. It was a powerful skill, he’d told her it was like a network, he could sense all of the flowers surrounding him, and follow their connections through the root system, but it was not a peaceful one. It was easy to get lost among the sensations, and even easier to spiral down the wrong root and have a cacophony of noise rising into your ears, each little seed screaming to grow. Anyone who had said plants were gentle were lying through their teeth. Thankfully, Wolf never heard thoughts, but he sure could feel their life. Angry life, scared life, and, the least pleasant, lustful life. Probably the number one reason he avoided intentionally delving deeper into the network when he could help it.

bonus below the cut since it's not a wip, something i wrote when I was 13 that i think about to this day.

Heat bombarded her, and she swept her eyes upon as she beat her wings simultaneously, rising into the air. Her mouth went dry at the scene before her, she remembered this place, how could she forget? But it had changed drastically. As have I, the thoughts were a whisper in her consciousness, one of the few not boarded up and locked in a mental cell. She quickly turned the key on that thought. Anguish made its way through though, as she gazed upon the land. It was scarred, but she could still see clearly in her mind the place it had once been, the Points. Where dragons of all kinds had celebrated together, grown close, traded, and laughed. But those were not the memories she was thinking of, no, she was thinking of when she was young, and coming to the Points for the first time with her mother, and pointing to one of the pictures of the Gods and saying, "See, Mom, I told you. That's my real daddy." Then, the memories of something that occurred many years later, being driven from the castle and having to fly from the soldiers turned and using the Points' never-ending tunnel system to escape. The Points looked nothing like they used to, indeed, the magical, indestructible compass set deep in the valley stone was there, but it was covered in dust and stains, bloodstains. Not only that, but the valley of knowledge and curiosity was now littered with dragon bones, the lovely paintings had clearly not been redone in some time, and she could see not only abandoned weapons, but exploded carts, fossilized goods, and scorch marks that had burnt so deep, they had dented the ground, great claw marks shredded the sides of the canyon walls, and big slabs of rock had been cracked or ripped free by tails. Navarsi shivered as she caught sight of several fairly recent corpses. Things would be difficult to get back into plan, she traced the carvings in her claws, I do not know if I'm strong enough. That was the strongest thought, one she'd accidentally unlocked by gazing at the ruins of the Points. She could see flags had been implanted in each point of the compass, and her eyes were drawn to a fur flag with frost still covering it. The Frostfires hadn't changed much in the years. She would start with them.

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With You - Ch 7

The English, Whipplocke (Eli x Cornelia) Mature Rating, graphic violence, period-typical racism, post-canon, canon divergent, found family, angst, references to rape 2,462 words Read it on AO3

Vultures circled in the sky. Their beady eyes stared down at the ground, and the prone figure below. One swooped down to land a few feet away. Its head tilted as it regarded the prone figure, then moved closer. No movement. Nothing to warn off the scavenger.

The vulture gave a testing peck, quick and sharp. No response. Bolder now, it pecked again and tugged on the fabric covering the figure. The other vultures began to land. Dirt kicked up from the power of their wings, settling as they walked over and began to investigate for themselves.

Fabric tore under relentless pecks and pulls. Grunts began to emerge, accompanied by hisses to each other, as the vultures found their places around the figure. One settled near the head, and pecked hard at the dirt-stained cheek.

Eyes flew open as pain triggered in the nerves. A scream tore from a dry throat and the figure thrashed. Arms and legs swung wildly in a mad scramble to escape. The vultures hissed in alarm, rapidly taking to the sky once more. They climbed high then resumed their lazy circles, watching their quarry with hungry eyes.

Down on the ground, Red Feather gasped for breath. She stared up at the vultures and touched a hand to her cheek. It came away bloody and her fingers trembled.

Every fibre of her body ached. Her head throbbed savagely and a cautious exploration revealed a blood-encrusted wound on the back of her scalp. A whimper fought to escape her lips but she swallowed it down. There was no time for that; her memories were coming back to her.

The men trapping them against the ridge of the plateau. Eli knowing one of them – surrendering to them. Eli sending her away. Her terror, her outrage. Her desperation, manifesting in the only solution she knew.

Red Feather fell to her hands and knees as she retched. Her stomach heaved over and over and arms trembled from the strain of holding herself up. Bile burnt her throat when the heaving finally subsided, drool trailing from her lips.

She cried now, too overwhelmed to fight it any longer. Burying her face in her sleeves and recoiling from the scent of her own sick, Red Feather clung to herself and wailed out her despair. The vultures lingered above her and she screamed at them, channeling all her helpless fury into the rocks she hurled at them.

Unharmed, the vultures drifted higher and slowly began to fly away.

Red Feather rubbed at her wet eyes again then clutched her head. The pain was fierce and she longed to curl up in her mother's arms. Longed for the familiar gentle touch that comforted and soothed her. Lonely bitterness swelled in her and she tucked her face against her knees. She would never feel her mother's embrace again.

Eli had been her only hope in this violent, desolate world. Red Feather had trusted him, even though it was hard to trust anyone after all she had been through. Even when he risked himself and she begged him not to, they had emerged safely each time. She meant it when she called him Father – so why would he go and betray her like this?

They could have outrun those men, she was sure of it! She was an excellent rider and both their horses were fast. They should have bolted, as soon as they saw the men. But Eli had hesitated. He had looked all around them, and decided they had no chance of escape.

No! He had been wrong! They could have made it! Fresh tears stung her eyes and Red Feather screamed instead. Fool, he had been a fool! And now he was gone and she was alone again.

Her mind flashed back to that painful night, all those weeks ago. Her mother and father, shielding her with their bodies when the white men ambushed them. Her mother proud and defiant, her father humble but unwavering. The white men had taunted them, beaten them. Stripped their dignity, piece by piece.

Red Feather could never forget the way her mother slapped one of the men, right before they threw her on the ground and made her scream in ways Red Feather did not understand. Nor could she block out the battle cry from her father – such a gentle, sensitive man but now driven to violence – as he took up a knife and drove it through the eye of the man on her mother.

The following gunshot had deafened her, left her reeling and gasping as though her lungs had forgotten how to breathe. Her father had crumpled, eyes wide but unseeing as blood poured from the gaping hole in his chest. Her mother had howled and fought like nothing Red Feather had ever seen. The men had no choice but to shoot her, over and over, lest she claw them all to death.

When the noise finally quietened and the men finished cursing, their eyes turned to her. And Red Feather suddenly understood that she was alone in this world. There was no one else to help her, or protect her. No one else would save her. She had to save herself.

So she ran the first chance she got. When the men gave chase, she knew she would not survive. They would hunt her down and bleed her like they had bled her parents.

But then she met Eli.

Eli changed everything. He fought for her even though it put his life at risk. He protected her, cared for her. And Red Feather let herself embrace him.

Perhaps, in the end, she was the greater fool.

Wearied by the weight of memories, Red Feather stared out across the plateaus. The shelf she had landed on was only small; if she had been thrown any further, she would have missed it entirely and fallen to her death. Eli's scream still rang in her ears, his terror-stricken face the last thing she had seen.

Where was he? What had those men done with him? Why did everyone want to hurt him?

"I doubt if you even know him. But he knows you. And he wants you brought to him. Alive. For now."

Red Feather sucked in a sharp breath as those words suddenly came back to her. Alive. The men had wanted Eli alive!

For now.

Urgency seized her limbs and she scrambled to her feet. Who knew how long Eli had left? She could not leave him at the mercy of those men, she had to save him!

Her head throbbed so hard that her vision swam but Red Feather forced herself to keep going. She looked up at the jagged cliff before her – fifteen feet high to the edge she had fallen from. Her stomach lurched and her bones ached.

No. None of that mattered. She had to save Eli.

Young fingers reached up, searching for handholds. Taking a deep breath, Red Feather heaved herself up. Her feet perched precariously on tiny ledges as she groped higher. Inch by inch, she climbed up the cliff.

Dirt crumbled beneath her grasp. She cried out, arms shaking. Her legs pushed and she found another handhold, testing it carefully before applying her weight this time. Her lungs strained as her breaths rasped her throat raw. Not far now. She was close.

Her footholds gave out just as she seized hold of a protruding rock. Red Feather screamed as her body dropped, caught only by her young hands and slender fingers. Her feet kicked blindly at the wall and she could not stop her mind from replaying her fall, over and over. If she lost her grip now and fell again, would she wake up this time? Or would it finally be the death of her?

Her foot collided with something solid. Whimpering, Red Feather kicked again, testing the strength before she placed her foot and pushed up. Her burning arms pulled and her other foot found a sliver of a ledge, barely large enough for even a toe, but she took it, pushing and straining until …

Her head broke over the edge of the cliff. A broken sob escaped her but that was all she could allow. Red Feather clawed at the ground with one hand. The rock here was too smooth, with no ledges or ridges to provide her leverage. Her strength waned dramatically and her limbs shook madly – there!

She clung so tightly that her fingers cramped. With one last cry of defiance and a heave, Red Feather dragged herself back onto solid ground.

She lay there, panting desperately as her limbs gave up their strength. The sky above was clear and blue – free from vultures, full of hope. Red Feather let her eyes seek the sun, alarmed to find it lower in the sky than she had anticipated.

Urgency seized her and she pushed up, despite the crushing weakness in her body. Pain lanced through her skull and she winced but fought it down. Eli needed her.

The land around her was empty. None of the men remained, nor any sign of Eli. Hopelessness threatened to rise in her – but Red Feather shoved it aside and stumbled forwards.

There. Tracks in the dirt, just off the edge of the flat rocks. Many horses, all travelling in the same direction. She drew herself upright as determination swelled in her. She could do this. No matter how hard or how long it took, she would track these men and rescue Eli.

A soft whicker drew her attention. Red Feather spun around and gasped.

Eli's horse. The gelding approached her and nuzzled her hands. How had she missed seeing the horse in this wide, flat expanse?

It did not matter. The horse was here, right when she needed him.

Red Feather checked the saddle bags and found Eli's water flask. She guzzled it, not aware how thirsty she was until she took the first sip. Strength flowed back into her and the pain in her head lessened to a throb.

"We can do this," she murmured to the horse in Arapaho. "We will find Eli, together."

Stowing the flask, Red Feather scrambled up into the saddle. Her head swam from the rapid movement but she blinked the dizziness away. Her eyes easily sought out the tracks and she turned the horse towards them.

She rode north-west, the sun gradually sinking towards her left. Her body grew numb and her teeth began to chatter, though the air was not that cold. Red Feather spared the time to stop the horse and twist in the saddle.

Eli's red woollen blanket was easily untethered. She let it unfold and wrapped it around herself. She had expected the warmth and comfort that would come from the weight of the blanket – she did not expect the strong scent of Eli that filled her nostrils.

Tears pricked Red Feather's eyes. She pulled the blanket tighter and buried her face for a moment, breathing deeply. Fears and doubts tried to crowd her mind but she blocked them out. When she finally lifted her face again, her expression was set in fierce, stubborn determination.

Gathering up the reins again, Red Feather clucked the horse on and kept a sharp eye on the tracks.

The horse carried her without falter. He never complained when she urged a faster pace and demanded he maintain it. She could smell the sweat rising from his fur but he gave no protest. It was as though the animal knew where they were going and what their missions was. As though he shared her haste.

Red Feather only drew the reins when the tracks faded. Heart thundering in her chest and echoing through her skull, she remained on her high perch and drew on everything Eli had ever taught her about tracking.

"How can you see it from up there?"

"Practice. I been a scout a long time. You keep it up, you'll be able to see it from up here, too."

Red Feather did not have time to keep dismounting to search the ground for tracks, only to have to climb onto the horse again. Her body was too weary. Nor had she bothered to shorten the stirrups to help support her body in the saddle. There was simply no time! So she stayed on the horse's back, and tried to search the ground as Eli would.

It took her a moment, but she found the tracks again. Hope leapt through her and she squeezed the horse on. The ground disappeared beneath the powerful animal's hooves and the sun drifted lower in the sky.

The day wore on. Foam flecked the horse's body and Red Feather finally let it slow to a trot. Exhaustion draped over her like a suffocating shroud. All this time, and she still felt no closer to finding Eli.

The tracks had shifted, travelling more westward now than north-west. The setting sun stung her eyes so she kept them on the ground, desperately following every trace of the tracks. It would not be long before night fell in earnest; the sun was already beginning its descent beyond the horizon.

She felt the tremor through the earth first. A vibration, strange and out of time of the horse's movements. Red Feather focused on it then sucked in a breath. Hoofbeats. She was sure of it! She lifted her head and winced against the sun, straining to see. Surely she had caught up to them!

No. The hoofbeats grew louder, reverberating from behind. Just as she realised, she caught the sound of a voice calling across the plains. Calling a name.

"Eli! Eli!"

His rifle still sat in the saddle holster. Red Feather gently pulled the reins and turned in the saddle even as she grasped the rifle and drew it out. She stared behind her, heart racing as she took in the woman riding at break-neck speed towards her, a second rider not far behind.

Red Feather whirled the horse around. In a smooth move, she cocked the rifle and aimed straight at the woman's chest.

"Come any closer and I'll shoot!" she shouted.

The woman leant back and her horse slid to a stop in a cloud of dust. It slowly dissipated from between them, leaving them staring each other down across a measly fifty feet. The woman stared, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as confusion etched deeper and deeper across her face.

"What … You … But … You're not Eli," the woman stammered. Despair filled her eyes and one hand drifted up to clutch the necklaces around her throat.

One a pendant.

One a leather pouch.

With a shock, Red Feather realised she knew exactly who this woman was. She lowered the rifle.

"Cornelia?"

[mushroom-for-art]

Mario oc character species go brr, thus far unnamed

So character lore conceptually they have a common ancestor with whatever species Bowser is known as, I've seen someone call them Kaiju Koopa so I'm going with that!

Of course ancestor is probably quite a ways back along the family tree, the only common traits the two species share is the defined Koopa nose, massive size, strength, some degree of armor scaling, fire breathing and general audacity.

While Koopa developed shells and the Kaiju variants like Bowser horns and spikes this species developed without shells instead getting robust defined wings which probably implies the ancestor had the capacity for both they just probably couldn't physically afford both features cause big wings heavy shell that's a lot of energy burnt so certain individuals had one or the other due to gene expression ect and then they'd probably go on to mate with those sharing traits with them or with individuals that didn't express either passing on the genes for either shells or wings thus becoming more specialised and splitting off from each other ect whatever look im starting to doubt my own fake lore sh sh.

From there others likely developed like how Bowser has Koopa Troopers and Para Troopers ect, there's likely smaller wingless versions as to grow the wings was still difficult it took a lot of energy and some individuals likely had faulty or wing genes that were recessive and didn't show leading to needing less food and diversity within the species and creating subspecies ect.

Some likely became specialised in their claws turning to digging up roots and tubers ect so theres Koopa Trooper sized individuals with powerful claws for slashing and kicks, there's likely a hammer bros type variant that is bigger than the Trooper like ones but is just more muscular bulky that hunted prey and capable of taking down bigger prey items to grow bigger than the clawed variant that stuck to fruit and probably a more stealthy shy variation that grows spikes from their back in defence displays as although they don't have the genes to create a full shell the genetic makeup to create spikes was still there.

These spike back individuals becoming with time the equivalent of magikoopas as they likely would guard food supplies with magical properties scaring away prey and predator with the threat of spikes and ultimately becoming magical from eating the magic plants fruits roots ect cause mushroom world magic rules idk. They would in modern day still need to eat magic plants to replenish their inner magic levels.

Being that they're probably the smallest and meekest looking of the bunch they were permitted closer to the large wing variant as they saw them as no challenge in fact spike backs were very good for scaring away predators from the nest when their chicks were small and both parents were away foraging so the spike backs were allowed to stay and were provided for in return for protecting the nest and naturally became the winged rulers advisors and overseers as the species developed.

As for the winged variant only the largest more aggressive ones with access to food and intellect managed to thrive using their flying privileges to access new food sources the others could not allowing them to continue producing offspring with the wing gene and the other genes resulting in their vast powerful appearance as they have access to the claws for slashing the gene that makes them muscular and the spike gene. They're the ultimate accumulation of their species really they hold all the cards.

They essentially become as the species and subspecies grew in intellect the Royals as more food and more care input from parents and probably being slower growing with longer life spans made them smarter and also generally biggest strongest is the leader.

Of course I imagine historically there was horrible bloody territorial battles between this species and the Koopas. While the territory they both developed in originally were likely vast and fruitful during the development of the defined species and the shifting of the world the Koopa territory started to grow barren while the territory this species resided remained lush with vegetation and complex ecosystems that they'd evolved to be apart of. And they weren't going to allow Koopa to come in and take their hunting grounds or threaten their nesting spots.

Due to the access to magic plants the spike back variants at this stage were likely far more intelligent than those around them, the two species during these territorial battles had not yet developed cultures or civilisations so they weren't going to communicate and work it out peacefully a peace treaty trade was not something that would occur for many years they were still young animalistic species even if future hierarchies of what would become Royals and citizens were clearly established within them.

They used their magic to separate their home from the rest of the world almost like putting it into a bubble, I feel like what they did was somewhere between straight up putting the whole area they considered their territory between dimensions so it just poofed but also making a copy of it so their civilisation could live in peace in an almost other world a powerful magical veil around their territory that separates them from the rest of the world while the forest and lush area still exists in the original world. If one went to the edge of the kingdom they could see the shimmering veil and see out into it the other world that was likely taken over by Koopa or destroyed by natural world stuff, though if they were to leave they may not return. Someone could stand right next to the veil on the other side in the actual world and they may sense the magic but would not be able to access their kingdom.

To some degree it was purely selfish reasons from the spike backs they didn't want to share their magic resources and potentially see the giant winged variants that they gain protection through be potentially slaughtered and have to hide flee and provide for themselves once more.

Their civilisation grew in this magic veil held up by the many generations of spike backs, they gained Royals they managed to survive in their territory creating a thriving town of their species.

Of course I'm awful and this character here was a princess and could've been next in line for the throne. Could've be. But unfortunately an illegitimate child of her grandfather and of the muscular strong man subspecies of their kind challenged that, hes smaller than a true full grown winged Royal but he's much larger than any of the other subjects, he grew claws and spikes but his wings are insufficient as he cannot fly with them and thus he has no claim to the throne. Had he had viable wings he would be accepted as a potential heir despite not having both winged parents, ya know prevents inbreeding since a lot of the times the winged variant genes are dominant and will produce a valid heir so they can marry who they like. The drawn characters father was likely a clawed variant while her mother had the full winged and extra genes.

However he wouldn't accept this long standing tradition and accepted system of inheritance believing it his birth right as most others born of a winged royal had the acknowledged traits to be next in line and he was bitter he was one of the rare few who did not. So he took it into his own hands. Or claws. He slaughtered the other viable potential heirs, he killed the then king and Queen and destroyed their brood.

Save for one egg. A spike back who had been with the Royal family for many year as council and guide descended from one of the original spell casters of the veil and even believed to be descended of one of the first few spike backs to begin cohabiting with winged variants had taken one of the eggs before the brute got to the nest. She would have taken more but she could only grab one in her hurry and he knew there was a nest full had she taken it all he wouldn't have stopped until he'd smashed them all. Being unable to stop him from slaughtering her Royals and being helpless to save more than one of their young is one of her biggest regrets.

She took the egg through the veil as it would not be safe in their kingdom, being one of the first of their kind to step foot in the mushroom kingdom world for many many years. She raised them hidden in one of the dense thick unexplored jungles of the world that no other species toad Koopa or otherwise had yet adventured. The feral plants and brutally cruel wildlife quickly got rid of any that did manage to get through the vegetation. The area along with its unusual fruit remeniscent of the original kingdom territory in its youth, so the old spike back was quickly able to readjust the instincts still residing inside her old bones on what to do. Though it was still incredibly dangerous for a curious hatchling.

For now they remain there hidden, the princess knowing hardly anything of her origin of her home or the outside world and the old spike back her only family. The old magic one terrified of what will happen should the other kingdoms learn of their presence, it could easily spark a war especially with the brutal Koopa King, she knows he is powerful and she doubts the king would take well to the Princess likely triggering some deep rooted territorialism maybe even seeing it as a direct challenge to his authority, she doesn't want him finding out about her and killing her. As for the other Princesses of a much different kind, smaller and soft,,, their kingdoms are powerful with many citizens and she has heard tales of them having unstoppable immortal warriors, they may see her young royal and simply regard her as another Koopa a threat and have her destroyed.

Or if the self proclaimed new king were to ever become aware of their existence outside the veil. He may break the veil rip back the curtain that once separated them from this world to hunt them down and would no doubt trigger assault from both the Koopa and Toadstools potentially destroying completely the civilization her ancestor worked to hide and protect due to his arrogance.

Basically it's straight up not a good time and she doesn't want Peach or Daisy knowing of their existence in case the Mario bros are sent to destroy them as she doesn't know that they'd probably be pretty alright and maybe even helpful as I feel like Peach would recognise that yea this isn't a Koopa they've never threatened us you're in danger we'll protect you. However Bowser probably would see the winged royal and it set off a deep instinctual territorial behaviour especially as she's not yet full grown but I think she will challenge him in size so I doubt he's gonna want something that'll potentially become bigger than him around for long especially as he may perceive her whole existence as a threat against his young as well what if she beats him and then kills his young so there's nothing to take over from him and challenge her in future. Pure animal logic there but understandable.

Of course eventually the secret will come out what is hidden cannot remain that way forever and they will meet and interact with the outside world one way or another by their choice or not. Me thinks Bowser Jr may accidentally fall in a fight into the dense uncharted jungle scared alone hurt and unable to call for help he's just a kid I think it would reduce him to tears and really luckily for him Bowser Jr shares enough traits with the young of the princess' kind that she'd see him and go "Oh that's a baby" and instinctually want to protect him and make sure he's safe even if he looks a bit strange. Baby instinct yall could save your life. Of course the old spike back is gonna have a heart attack when she sees the princess feeding and cuddling the offspring of THE KING BOWSER in their nest because oh they are so doomed and so dead. She knows bowser will be looking for his child and he may rip them apart, if they release the child to find his own way home he'll tell on them to his dad. This poor old lady cannot catch a break bout to have a heart attack.

I will attempt to when I have time draw the other species individuals so clawed, muscle and spike backs and hopefully name the species to give them proper classifications. For now I'm thinking of naming the old spike back caregiver of this oc Kamit keeping the kam theme of Kammy and Kamek two magikoopas cause hey they were related once a long long time ago and cause she's going to Kamit treason against the false monarch. Typical I name the character I didn't draw

[pelleas-at-castle-nox]

Flashing red lights illuminate a corpse, dozens of warning signs blared fruitlessly in an attempt to preserve the pilot's life. It couldn't be ascertained what took the pilot's life, battle damage, starvation, neural pathways too burnt from going beyond the operating limits. All that could be said for certain was that the living being which had once served as the nerve center of the hulking death weapon, sat hunched over in a pool of blood, unresponsive to the sensory overload that likely sang them to the great beyond.

A similar scene played out across the trench, another titanic machine of war, its cockpit burst open at some point, the pilot within impaled by shrapnel that couldn't dent the exoskeleton, but destroyed the life within instantly. For a moment, the two machines, having been just moments ago caught in a deadly dance that ended with the loss of two lives, and countless many others beneath their feet and from every missed shot. The two machines sat in repose, as if they were two warriors resting after a duel.

Such peace was not built to last.

Unable to contact its pilot, the rudimentary AI that assisted with the functioning of the machine kicked into gear, attempting to fulfill its only remaining directive: return to the location designated as "home."

Both machines had their own homes to return to, places where their cockpits would be cleaned out, and fitted with new nervous systems to direct them in the only activity they ever knew. With slow, weighty movements, the mechanical beasts began to rise, debris cascading to demolish more homes beneath them as they climbed upright.

The two angels of death, their divine light severed, regarded each other for a moment, two humanoid figures with scanner eyes that took the measure of their peer. The internal FCS and threat detection systems flagged each other as hostiles, something to be avoided during their automated retreat.

Theoretically, that should have been the end. The two machines would have acknowledged their foe, the fact that they were both unfit to fight, lacking an operator to even make use of any of the weapon systems that were tied to the authorization of a living being.

No one could say for certain why they collided. At first it seemed like a simple mechanical failure, both monoliths were extremely damaged, it would have made sense for one to stumble into the other. The chest compartments collided with a horrible grinding sound as tons of metal clashed together, sparks flying, the remains of the pilots destroyed beyond recognition from the impact.

Both machines stumbled backwards, and paused for just a moment, as if the computers within were contemplating what they had done. Then they collided once more, harder, with the distinct air of resolute purpose. The vestigial arms designed to mount weapon systems, broken as they were, scraped and clawed at the other machine, until one toppled on top of the other.

The ensuing struggle was gruesome and cruel. The machines battled tooth and nail, some primitive and burning lust spurring them on. They both needed to go home, but there was one enemy left before them. It should have been an easy task to clip the wings of such a broken figure.

In the end, the battle only stopped when the two machines had feasted upon each other, hands and exposed steel wiring tearing at each other until only an unidentifiable mountain of scrap remained, the beginning and ending of the two angels no longer visible.

Two weapons of war, doing exactly what they were always meant to.

[primevein]

The Prime of His Youth: Book IV: Fire's Master: Ch09: Madness

The Prime of His Youth: Book IV: Fire's Master: Ch09: Madness

Carron flew passed the wall of the next city, not even caring for it's name. She made note of it's location, and that was what was truly important. She did not slow her flight until she found a great congregation. She transformed into a sound landing, standing proudly. She was the voice of the Prime. She could no longer snivel or cower, "I am Carron, scout for Japheth Prime!" she bellowed, "We require any information as to the whereabouts of the Dinobots!"

The crowd stopped to look at her, all far more eager to help than the last city. Speaking proudly made all of the difference, even if it was only vicarious pride.

* * *

Japheth drove along with Pyra Magna to his rear left with Rust Dust in her seat. Staggered behind them was Dust Up and Jumpstream. They approached an upcoming Insecticon crack. It was so much easier with a scout ahead of them. He transformed, and then transformed his left hand into a flamethrower. Rust Dust jumped out of Pyra Magna's seats and tried to transform, only for Japheth to catch her by the scruff. Pyra Magna transformed with the stream blaster in her hands. Jumpstream drew her arming sword, which for a Femme was a two-hander. Dust Up did the same with a warhammer. Both stood at the ready, looking at the cracks.

"So?.." Rust Dust asked, still being held up by her scruff.

"I want to try and talk to them." Japheth replied, and let her go. She slunked down and stepped behind him, in a low stance ready to sprint.

"If there is an Elder..." Dust Up added.

"You think you can talk nice to an Insecticon?" Jumpstream asked.

"I'd like to try." Japheth replied.

"Has it worked?" Pyra Magna asked him. His only reply was a great sigh.

"Real reassuring." Jumpstream stated.

"It doesn't really matter." Pyra Magna stated.

"Wha?.." Dust Up asked, only to be cut off.

"We let him talk."

"Says the Femme with a stream blaster." Jumpstream sarcastically said to her.

"Let him talk." Pyra Magna replied, "We'll be here when he fails."

"If he fails." Rust Dust quickly said from behind his leg.

"Ehn?" Pyra Magna asked, as caterpillars started to skitter out.

"My name is Japheth Prime!" he bellowed, and medium-sized moths appeared. A moment later a great moth appeared and reverted to his Humanoid form.

"Yes?!" he asked, "Moonfolly!"

"We wish safe passage!" Japheth asked, and Moonfolly seemed lost in contemplation.

"We're not asking!" Dust Up exclaimed, and Moonfolly immediately seemed offended.

Japheth fired a quick burst from his flamethrower, incinerating 4 of the medium-sized moths.

The others quickly rushed towards him. He fired out longer bursts as Pyra Magna's stream blaster swept through the swarm. Most of the medium sized moths were burnt, and scores of the caterpillars. Moonfolly transformed, flying towards and above them. His wings were pierced by two knives shot from Rust Dust. Her hands quickly reverted, once again hiding behind his leg. Moonfolly stalled, and started to fall. Dust Up's warhammer struck him downward. This impaled him on Jumpstream's arming sword, which she held up like a pike.

Rust Dust jumped out. Both of her hands were Rust Maiden knives, imbedding into the side of his neck. Pyra Magna's stream blaster fired another long burst that annihilated most of the caterpillars.

"Enough." Japheth said, and Pyra Magna quickly lowered her stream blaster to a ready. "I don't want to annihilate them.

"It would help people pass?" Jumpstream asked, and Japheth loudly sighed.

"It would..." he said under his breath.

Pyra Magna let out another great stream from her blaster that swept through the swarm.

* * *

Airachnid shook with fear and panic as the Phthia's main engines fired. It was a slow and brief burn, but this was more than enough to cause it to slowly move away from her. She hated them at first. To be honest, she still did, but without them, she was stranded in space. When she ran out of Energon, either her lights would turn out, or if they were wrong, she would become a mindless beast, like the shambling horrors that shared her moon.

* * *

Carron soundly landed in front of the Dinobots. She stood strongly with false confidence, looking up at the powerful beasts. "Hail!" she proudly said, using her master's power and grace to replace her own lack of strength, "I am scout for Japheth Prime, and he wishes to speak with you." Grimlock looked at her for a moment before turning away, "If you?.." as everyone but Swoop turned to follow him.

"We have Insecticons to stomp." Swoop said, and turned to take wing.

Carron stood there, stunned. Completely unsure of what to do. She transformed and took wing to follow them. She buzzed to catch up, and quickly patched her comm. link through to her master.

"Carron?" he asked.

"I have... located... the Dinobots, master." she uttered.

"Carron." he said firmly, and she missed a full wing beat for her four wings. It took her a moment to recover. "Tell me what happened."

"They... ignored me. Almost." she fearfully replied.

"Noted." he stated, "Follow them."

"Master?" she nervously asked.

"That was expected, or at least highly likely." he replied, "Your orders are simply, keep yourself safe, and keep track of them. We will meet up at your beacon." A pregnant pause followed. "What are they up to?"

"Stomping - Insecticons."

"Is that what they have reduced themselves to?.." Japheth pondered.

"Master?" Carron nervously asked.

"Carron." he said firmly, "What was your mission?"

Another pause nearly shattered her spark, "To... find... them?.."

"And what have you done?" Japheth asked.

"I?.." she asked, and nervously paused, "I - I found them?.."

"Why?" Japheth firmly asked her, "would - you - be - embarassed by accomplishing your mission?"

Another pause hurt her, "I was afraid..."

"Clearly." Japheth stated, "I asked you to find them. You found them. If you did anything else to benefit me, that would be a bonus but not required." A pause followed, "You did good."

* * *

Japheth drove up with Pyra Magna behind him. In his cab was Jumpstream, Dust Up, and Rust Dust, all in Dollform. He pulled to a stop outside the crevice, with periodic orange light filtering through, the obvious sight and sound of flamers being used. By the power of the flame, much more powerful than the one he used. He opened the panels and doors on both sides, and the Femmes climbed out.

"Just so we know, what's the plan?" Jumpstream asked.

"If there is a plan." Dust Up uttered.

Japheth gave Pyra Magna an inviting look. "Knowing you?" she replied, "It's 50/50."

"I just want to talk." Japheth stated.

"That's the plan?!" Dust Up exclaimed.

"I could explain what I want to talk about, but where's the fun in that?" Japheth asked her. He then turned to Carron, whom was standing beside the crevice. "Carron, join Pyra Magna."

She quickly transformed and flew over, reverting into a landing beside Pyra Magna.

Japheth transformed his left hand into a flamethrower and walked around the corner. The Dinobots were finishing off the Insecticons. Swoop quickly turned to look at him.

"Guess who finally showed up?" Swoop asked the others. 

Grimlock lazily turned towards him. "Finally here!" he exclaimed, and gave the Elder Insecticon one last stomp before fully turning around. "Not send minion."

"Her job was to find you, which she accomplished - fully." Japheth firmly stated, "And this is what the Dinobots have devolved into?"

"What you mean?" Grimlock asked.

"The most powerful force in the Autobot army, and you are acting like exterminators?" Japheth firmly asked. All of the Dinobots turned to glare at him, but could say nothing, as they knew it to be true. "How about this, you work for me, and I'll find you a battle worthy of the Dino - bots?!" A palpable silence followed.

"What - have - us -do?" Grimlock asked.

"Patrol the area we fought in." Japheth replied.

"But... we beat them?" Sludge asked

"You seem to enjoy your new forms." Japheth said, and they all nodded.

"Powerful!" Slug exclaimed. "Great anger. Tear assunder"

"Not everyone does." Japheth simply, powerfully stated.

"Think smart enough to fight Shockwave?" Grimlock asked.

"I've already got him distracted working on warp gates." Japheth replied, and the Dinobots just stared at him. "After cutting his arm cannon off, he felt it was - logical - to cooperate. He would get more resources and support, and we would get warp gates."

"You - protect - him?!" an infuriated Grimlock exclaimed, Slug looking almost as angry.

"Do you know how to build warp gates?" Japheth strongly asked. He and Grimlock looked powerfully, sternly in each other's eyes, both refusing to back down. "I am not going to expect you to believe that every spark is sacred," Japheth stated, "but The War is over. If you want to see more battles like that, we will need warp gates." The two stared into each other's eyes, both refusing to back down.

"He does have a point." Swoop said, and reverted to his robot form.

Grimlock continued to stare into Japheth's eyes before finally yielding. "Where we go?"

"You do have a base." Japheth neutrally said. "We can meet back there, and work out patrol routes."

* * *

Airachnid looked at the probe, the only connection she had to the outside world. The only thing around her other than darkness, her darkness.

* * *

Carron fluttered over to Arcee, and transformed, looking back as the Rust Maidens looked at the crevice, and further down the tunnel. "Did you not wish to accompany Him?"

"Hm?" Arcee asked, "We've been joined at the hip since the end of the war."

"You - wish for space?"

"Why would I want space?" Arcee asked her. Carron looked between her and the crevice a couple of times. "Oh, that?" Arcee asked, and Carron nodded, "I just want to see what everone else sees." Carron gave her a curious look. "Even more in love with him. But he also comes off as a bit crazy. I mean, I knew he seemed like that, but now everything he does seems to come out of nowhere."

"I am jealous of you." Carron stated, "You know the Prime in a way no others can. You know what he is going to do."

Arcee transformed and drove towards the crevice, "I don't know Jack." she stated.

[your-good-pal-chevy]

Swordtember : 9 : Crystal

There came a deep thrumming from the Vaults of Karradon. As the city outside burned, something stirred within those depths. Something old and ancient awoken by the sounds of terror and despair, drifting in from above.

Within the Vaults of the old King Karradon, there was of course a great treasure hoard. Dwarfs, ever in love with the glimmer of gold, had constructed the Vaults to hold the most prized treasures of their entire nation. At once bank and museum, it was filled to the brim with forgotten relics of ages past.

On any normal day, the Vaults would be filled with visitors, come to gaze upon the works of long dead masters of every craft. Old and young, citizen and foreigner, Dwarfs of every kind would make the pilgrimage to venerate the legacy of their forebears.

This was no ordinary day. One among their kin, from some distant hold, had succumbed to Fafnir's Hunger. A Dwarf by the name of Odovakr, once an esteemed jeweler, had slain his own brother over a financial dispute. Possessed by the curse of Dwarfkind, he was no longer kin to any, and he locked himself away for many days, with only his brother's corpse for sustenance.

In those blackened rooms, we can only imagine what must have took place. The snapping of bone, the stretching of skin, the twisting of muscle and sinew as a new shape was made. Odovakr must have screamed horribly, his clothes tearing around his body as he grew and grew and grew, becoming something truly horrible.

What emerged was no longer Odovakr. It named itself Azgo, the Ashen One, and may all good Dwarfs spit upon this name. Clad in luminous scales like the many jewels it had worked in its Dwarf life, it shone like a rainbow as it tore through the walls of its once-home and took to the skies.

Now, it descended upon Karradon's Town, having doubled in size since its birth, now looking for a hole to build its wretched bower in. The Dwarfs of Karradon's Town were ill prepared for the winged menace, descending upon them with its scales of crystal and the iridescent flame of its hot breath.

But Karradon was a canny lord, and he had prepared many things for the future. As wailing survivors huddled within the Vaults, hiding among the axes and statues and carvings of the ancients, that deep thrumming came in reply to their grief.

Within the deepest reaches of the Vaults, half-buried in coins of every age and metal, there was another Crystal. A giant blue stone, rough cut and dully translucent, there within it was a near formless shape. A mere shadow, a shadow of the past.

The sounds of Dwarf death stirred the thing within that great stone. The thing inside it took shape, the crystal humming with power. It pulsed like a heartbeat, sending its low tone through the stones under Karradon's Town.

Above, the fell Azgo did lay ruin upon the fighting Dwarfs of Karradon's Town. Axe and spear and sword were all turned aside by its glittering scales. Neither steel nor flesh nor even masoned stone could stand where the many colors of its breath did blow. It reveled in the bloodshed, scarcely bothering to defend itself as it gorged itself on burnt Dwarf flesh.

And then, with a great thunderous crack, a rift formed beneath it in the earth. There was another crack, as if two stones had been struck together, and Azgo was sent flying. The beast tumbled in the air, head over its four heels, before managing to right itself upon its great wings.

There, one crystalline foot on either side of the cleft it had sprung up through, stood the shape of a Dwarf. But it was not a Dwarf.

Giant, rough cut, and dully translucent. It stood as high as the buildings, glowing runes lining its crystalline body. It clenched its stone fists, two shining blue lights glaring up at Fafnir's spawn. There are no words for the type of rage such a being could feel, no way to express the sheer depth of its vengeful hatred. It was driven by one thing and one thing alone:

Azgo, the Ashen One, had burned its city. It would avenge this.

The crystalline guardian raised its fists, smashing them together, and pulling them apart as a shining blue blade grew between them. It pointed with the blade, challenging Azgo to face it.

Azgo, driven by Fafnir's Hunger, could not abide such a challenge. It roared its defiance and dove, spewing iridescent flames as it approached the ground.

There was another titanic clash. Another crack to shake the earth. Another gout of rainbow fire, to make all the others seem as mere candles.

And then all fell silent.

[snakeskins-world]

Mirabel angel au

Mirabel did get a gift in this au. Well sort of, her door has her with an extravagant dress. White and golden and her hair is longer , she can pretty much do anything she wants but she doesn't use her magic that copies the families gifts. She gets white wings on her back aswell as a halo. She gets a golden eye aswell. Alma rejects her due to her wings and halo since she's a beast, she acts the same as she does in the movie but she can use magic pretty much. When she panics her wings stretch out quickly and she hit isabela during a dinner when she was seven and broke her nose so she gets forced to wear a ruana that covers her wings and halo. The kids never knew she had a gift ajd the villagers never told them. Even antonio thinks she's giftless. Alma ordered for her door to be broken. So it was, it was broken of the hinges and the room dissappeared the door was burnt. When she argues with Alma she rips the ruana off and her wings outstretch making her look bigger, both her eyes glow golden aswell. The casita cracks and she runs up the ladder to save the candle as well as camilo and isabela. She cuts the vine with magic and casita catches her, she shot rocks over camilo making casita catch him aswell. She yelled for casita to throw them out and she gets the candle. The tower cracks and falls, she lands on the stairs still and uses her wings to cover her. The house still covers her with furniture though. She runs away and alma brings her back still, they go stay at several houses. Split apart. Antonio stays with mirabel and dolores as they stay with the guzmans. She keeps her magic due to her door being lost so the magic in it went to her making her stronger. She helps re-build casita using her wings to carry things and fly up so she can pass people stuff. She heals someone if they get injured but she won't do it for something like a papercut. When they get their doors back mirabel doesn't get one for two reasons. One her door glowed with casita ajd two because Alma got rid of it before the crash. This made her upset but the family covered for it by making her a room without magic. When she opens it her image settled on it, she holds the candle in her hands. She wears the ruana still as she was forced into it and doesn't feel comfortable without it(wich makes the fam feel horrible). They try to get her to take it off sometimes but It doesn't work for months until she tried for a bit and likes it.

Let me know what you think

[f4nd0m-fun]

I'm sorry but, with the murder/flock line, now I'm looking at the idea of a Wing AU, except it's only certain people.

He was terrorized for having wings, attacked, fear used on him, but he decided to turn the tables when he grew up. And what better moniker than the thing that's supposed to scare his kind away?

Jack isn't just big naturally, he also hides his own wings. The Fentons used to be called the Nightingales, but dropped the moniker after being cursed by the witches they hunted, as the curse was the wings.

Jack and John, long separated twins.

Others have wings for more benign reasons, perhaps a generic meta gene incident.

Danny had wings. The accident burnt them until they could no longer function, until they barely were anything, they had to be amputated for his well-being. And yet, phantom can still fly, it's why Danny likes that form so much, he can fly close to the stars even with removed wings.

Clockwork made him a cloak of feathers when he was crowned. It's not the same, but it's a familiar weight, one Danny hasn't felt since he was 14. He cries, shards of ice falling down, down, down...

His parents find out. They want to accept him, but it's so hard. So he runs away, to find his uncle. He gives them space, and hopes he'll feel his father's wings around him in another of his bone-crushing hugs.

Gotham is rich in ectoplasm but not enough to sustain Danny. Thankfully, ghosts can feed on emotions. Danny prefers light and happy ones, but there's so much fear lingering around his uncle, it helps him.

Jonathan will do anything for his flock, even if him and his brother don't always see eye to eye.

(this got out of hand, I hope you like)

Uncle Scarecrow sketch :D

Jonny ain't here to fuck around, y'all. Not when you're messing with someone in his perceived murder (flock/family)

[vs-redemption]

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Lazy Morning (Keigo Takami (Hawks) x GN!Reader)

Requested by Anonymous Word Count: 700+ Warnings: Kisses and Cuddles ♥

Lazy mornings weren’t something you were particularly used to. Even on weekends, you saw no reason to linger in bed when there were plenty of other things to get done throughout the day. With a nine to five job of your own and a pro hero boyfriend who hardly ever sat still for more than a moment, leisure time had become sort of a foreign concept. That’s why you were quite surprised when you woke up one day all warm and snuggled up in your boyfriend’s arms with the sound of rain gently falling against the windows. He was usually gone by the time you woke up.

“Keigo?” Your groggy voice was laced with confusion as you tried to roll over to check the alarm clock. You blinked a few times to try and process that it was really that late in the morning already before turning back and thumping your boyfriend on the chest lightly. “Keigo, wake up. You’re late for patrol.”

“Nope,” his eyes remain closed even as his lips pull into a handsome smile. His arm pulls you back against his body and he nuzzles his nose against yours. “I called in.”

“You what?” The words sounded like a different language coming from him. He was the number two hero and you hadn’t even known he was allowed to call off work. “Are you sick?” Keigo shakes his head and lets out a chuckle, finally opening his golden brown eyes and stealing your breath away like he always managed to do. His hand comes up from your waist to cup your cheek lovingly.

“I’m fit as a fiddle, love.” He runs his thumb across your cheekbone softly, “Just didn’t have it in me to leave your arms this morning.” He leans in to press a soft kiss to the side of your mouth. “Plus, I didn’t feel like flying around in that.” His eyes glance in the direction of the window, reminding you of the downpour outside. Keigo had never had an issue doing his patrols in the rain before, and it made your heart flutter to think that he was willing to shirk off his duties for the day in order to stay in with you.

“Are you going to get in trouble?” You slide an arm around him now, liking the idea of staying in bed a little longer as your fingers play with his silky red feathers absentmindedly. They were soft and warm, just like Keigo himself, and you always felt safe and loved whenever you were together with him.

“Nah,” he promises. “I might’ve ticked off a few people but I’m entitled to take a personal day every once in a while.”

You didn’t blame your boyfriend for sounding proud of himself for annoying his bosses. You often worried that they were overworking him and keeping him on an unrealistic schedule. He definitely deserved a day off sometimes, otherwise he might get burnt out. Your mind wandered to your own to-do list on the refrigerator, trying to remember if there was anything on there that couldn’t be put off until tomorrow. Surely there wasn’t anything that urgent that needed to get done.

“This is nice,” You hum while tilting your head up and peppering a few kisses across Keigo’s jaw. “But do you really think we’ll be able to stay in bed all day? That doesn’t seem like us.”

“Of course not,” he says, chuckling at your affection. You take advantage when he looks down at you and press your lips to his to kiss him properly. Keigo hums and kisses you back while a happy little shiver runs through his wings. When you pull away, he smiles and continues his thought. “Once we get bored in here, we’ll just move to the living room and put on a movie so I can cuddle you in there.”

“I like that plan,” You grin before yawning and burying your face into his chest.

“I thought you might,” he responds teasingly. He kisses you once more on the top of the head before letting his eyes drift back closed. As you teeter between enjoying his warm embrace and drifting back off to sleep, you come to the conclusion that it might not be such a bad idea to become more acquainted with the idea of lazy mornings.