#A Flight of Broken Wings

[jolieeason]

September 2024 Wrap-Up

Here is what I read, posted, won, received, and bought in September. Let me know if you have read any of these books and what you thought of them. Books I Read: Books Reviewed: Fall for Him by Andie Burke—review here Tough Luck by Sandra Dallas—review coming April 29th, 2025 Lucy Undying by Kiersten White—review here Books I got from NetGalley: Books I got from indie…

[midnight-the-pony]

Good evening Candybug enjoyers come get your food

[diaswarriorcats]

[thechillsquid]

Peril ❤️‍🔥

[baeshijima]

thinking abt younger!sundays journal again and !!

why cant he be happy.

WHY CANT HE BE HAPPY

[retrocgads]

UK 1998

[loverboy-ish-fr]

Spiral and Undertide with Silver Flaunt/Flair (and Plague Dark eyes)

so Huh they really ding-donged the Fla/Fla genes on Undertide? it looks so different here... but also it looks cool to me (at least on Silver :p)

trying some other colours - Moon, plus a Guardian

Midnight, Guardian and Undertide

Heather, Gaoler, Spiral, and Undertide

Ultramarine, Spiral and Undertide

Cyan, Spiral and Undertide

Shamrock, Spiral and Undertide

Radioactive, Spiral and Undertide

Amber, Spiral and Undertide

Metals, Spiral and Undertide

Cantaloupe, Spiral and Undertide - they look pretty similar to be Maybe Consistent, though, I think?

Caramel, Spiral and Undertide - that's two different colours... first time in this post I felt compelled to say this omg. Love it though but. :o

Umber, Spiral and Undertide - see above.

Ruby, Spiral and Undertide

I'd add more but I hit image limit </3 pink-range my love... anyway, fun scrying these omg

[mumblelard]

this morning i watched a sinéad o'connor video, saw a lone joro spider, and went full looney tunes running through the mud in the middle of the woods

[gregmarriage]

broooooo, i am actually soooo smart. turn your music up real loud, and then the bad thoughts can’t get through!

[brown-little-robin]

🕊️⚡

[faaun]

whenever i think/talk abt a "you" it's at least 5 different people usually

[ronk]

Broken Wing

a #poem for broken wings that may not heal

I say a silent prayer for the bird, the angel statue, the shell I found on the empty beach, and all those with broken wings that may not heal preventing them from flight meant to take.

[captainpirateface]

[yanderecrazysie]

A Dragon's Hoard Part 1 (Yandere! Malleus)

Title: A Dragon’s Hoard (Part 1)

Pairings: Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Reader

AU: My Fantasy AU

WARNINGS: yandere themes

Notes: Malleus's story was voted for first! (BY A LOT) So here you go!

Part 2: here

Mt. Diasomnia’s peak pierced the night sky, cutting the full moon in half. As intimidating as the impossibly tall mountain was, it symbolized hope for you. There were plenty of caves to hide in and a surrounding forest for hunting.

If any place would hide you from King Riddle’s court, it would be this mountain. After all the rules you had broken, the king of the fae would surely clip your wings permanently if you were found. You were a hunted woman so the sooner you disappeared the better.

You spread your transparent wings and took flight. The wind was strong tonight, lifting you higher and higher. The freedom of flying was intoxicating and, for a moment, you allowed yourself to forget the weight of your circumstances.

But then the memory of King Riddle’s cold stare cut through your mind, as sharp as a blade. “Rulebreaker”, he had called you in such a cold voice. You might as well be a traitor to your kind.

The mountain loomed over you as you scanned it for any sign of shelter. A sudden gust of wind caught you and threw you off course for a moment. You gasped as you realized it wasn’t the elevation making the air unpredictable, but magic.

Your wings faltered- you knew this feeling. This was ancient magic, the same used in the time of The Great Ones. Something powerful was stirring inside this mountain. Still, there was no turning back. This was your only hope.

You spotted a wide, dark mouth of a cave yawning above a set of cliffs. You folded your wings and descended towards it. As soon as you set foot inside, a series of chills ran down your spine. It was cold and the air was strangely still. You could hear the sound of dripping water and took that as a good sign.

A faint green glow, barely visible at first, pulsed from the darkness deep within the cave. Something’s here… But anything was better than the fae court finding you, so you pressed on despite the fear rising slowly within you.

You stopped walking suddenly, your heart stopping altogether. A tall figure emerged from the shadows, two glowing, emerald eyes locked on you, piercing through the darkness and causing an otherworldly glow.

“You trespass upon my mountain,” the figure’s deep voice rumbled like thunder.

He stepped into full view and you gasped. He was much taller than you, draped in dark robes, with black horns that rose from his head like a crown.

A dragon in humanoid form!

You couldn’t move, couldn’t say anything, couldn’t breathe. 

A knowing smile curled on his lips, “What have we here? A little fae, wandering into my domain?”

You opened your mouth to speak- to apologize maybe- but no words came out. He began to close the distance between you.

“Tell me,” he said as he drew close, “What brings a rulebreaker to my mountain?”

You flinched like you’d been slapped, “How did you-”

“I know many things,” he hummed.

You stumbled backwards, trying to get away from his approaching form, your wings twitching as if you were about to take flight. But for some reason, you couldn’t move.

He raised a hand and a ribbon of green magic slithered towards you, curling around your wrist like a snake. “You don’t need to be afraid. I will not harm you. On the contrary…” his voice was like silk, “I offer you my protection.”

“Protection?” Stunned, you stopped trying to back away.

“Yes,” he stepped closer until you were forced to look up, “In exchange for something small.”

“What is it?” you asked, voice trembling.

“Companionship.”

You tilted your head in confusion, staring at the mysterious man. Companionship? Is he serious?

“You are hunted, are you not?” he asked, “King Riddle’s court will find you eventually. Unless, of course, you accept my offer.”

You hesitated, looking down at your hand, which was encircled with green magic, “What is this for, then?”

“Proof of our agreement,” he replied, “If you agree, I will mark your wrist with the symbol of a promise.”

“I…” This mysterious stranger had ancient magic, perhaps the only thing that would keep you from being taken in to King Riddle and losing your wings. If companionship was all you had to offer… “I agree.”

There was a sudden pain on the back of your hand and you cried out in pain. The green magic tendril retracted and a strange green symbol was left glowing faintly on the back of your hand. It reminded you faintly of a dragon.

“It is done,” he said simply, “You are now under my protection. None shall harm you.”

“And what does this companionship… entail?” you asked.

A faint smile tugged on his lips, “It is simple- you stay with me, here on Mt. Diasomnia. You speak with me on a daily basis and you do not leave without my consent.”

Your wings fluttered instinctively at the last part, but you nodded. It was a fair trade- if anything, you were getting the better end of the deal.

“You may call me Malleus,” he said, inclining his head, “I am the Dragon Prince.”

“I’m…” Giving your name to someone with such powerful magic was dangerous, but you couldn’t hide it forever, “(Y/n).”

“A fine name,” Malleus said. He gestured deeper in the cave, “Come. I will show you to your quarters. You must be tired from your flight.”

You hesitated, glancing back toward the cave’s entrance. It was almost as dark as the inside of the cave. What was waiting for you, if you were to change your mind? Endless rules? The promise of clipped wings?

With a deep breath, you turned away and followed Malleus deeper into the cave. Somehow, the cave grew warmer the deeper you went. Green crystals jutted out of the walls, casting magical light over the two of you and vibrating your wings with energy.

“This is my sanctuary,” Malleus told you, “Few have set foot here. Consider it an honor.”

The cave opened into a massive chamber with stone walls lined with shelves. Ancient artifacts gleamed under the green light, most of which you’d never seen before. But what was truly amazing was the hoard. Piles of golden coins and gemstones reached towards the ceiling. Silver cups and golden crowns and all sorts of treasure littered the area around a huge, golden throne.

A smaller alcove off to the side held a simple white bed. “That will be your space,” Malleus said, “You will find it comfortable.”

“Thanks…” you said softly. You looked back at the gold towers and watched them shimmer in the green light.

“All dragons have a hoard, little one,” Malleus said. Something about the way he said it made you shiver. His tone softened as he continued, “Sleep now, I won’t keep you from your rest. We will speak more in the morning.”

You hesitated for a long moment, watching him return to his throne, before finally retreating to the alcove. The bed was indeed comfy and, overwhelmed by the day’s events, you fell asleep quickly.

Even with the pain on the back of your hand.

[clockwayswrites]

Under Window and Wing

Part 2

Danny didn’t move. Even with Nightwing stalking towards him, clearly a predator on the prowl, Danny didn’t move. Nightwing adored that about Danny, how the other never looked at him with fear. Nightwing had even dropped some of his masks, metaphorically, around Danny and still there was no fear.

It was wonderful.

It was addicting.

It was dangerous.

Nightwing let his body press against Danny’s as he moved into the doorway. Tucked himself into that small patch of light as if it was anywhere that a shadow like him could belong.

“This better?” Nightwing purred.

Danny rolled his eyes, as if exasperated, but still leaned up and rewarded Nightwing with a kiss.

Gods how Nightwing wanted to sink into it.

But Danny pulled away and started down the stairs of the small roof access turned garden shed. The spiraled staircase descended down into the warm glow of Danny’s home and Nightwing closed the door behind him before descending eagerly into the space.

Nightwing didn’t know if it was because of how the building had been so changed by Danny or because Danny never left it or a combination of both, but the whole space just felt utterly and completely of Danny. The intensity of it was always heady.

It ate away at Nightwing’s own self.

He let it.

There were enough part of himself that he didn’t want anymore. He knew they were come back, like the weeds they were, but it was nice that here in Danny’s home they didn’t have to mater. Here in Danny’s home his broken parts didn’t have to be something ugly full or rot. For a time, at least, Nightwing could fill them with light.

“Tea?” Danny asked. He had already made his way off the landing and down a flight of stairs. “I have some of that raspberry mojito blend that you enjoy so much.”

“You spoil me,” Nightwing said.

“Of course I do,” Danny replied, as if agreeing to a simple fact.

Of course he did.

[bebemoon]

drew barrymore's renaissance-style ball costume from the film 'ever after: a cinderella story', (1998).

"It was a tough film to make – as it was filmed in the Dordogne with little access to fabric shops! We made as much as we could in London but still had to set up a studio in France with skilled seamstresses on site. I was given a free reign in terms of design. The costumes were loosely based on early 1500s silhouettes, but I wanted them to be magical rather than slavishly realistic - with more of a fairytale feel. The idea for the wings came from the script. Leonardo da Vinci was Danielle’s sort of fairy godmother and I based them on Leonardo’s drawings of his ideas for man made flight. The wings were made in London by Naomi Critcher had to flown over by plane with their own seat next to me. There were only two pairs made. This pair was intentionally distressed to reflect the character’s dismay as she sits forlorn in a doorway being pelted with rain, nursing her broken heart." - jenny beavan, costume designer