#But man. Pigeon so cool. Bird friend [:

[hyacinth-venom]

I've been hit with the strong desire to pet a pigeon

Like I saw a video where someone had one as a pet and was just. Pat pat. On the back and like?? No fair!! I want to pet a pigeon too!!

[impala-dreamer]

Embraceable You

A Story from the MCU

Bucky Barnes x You

970 Words

Pre-War, Young!Bucky, Fluff, Romance, Longing, and the magic of NYC in the fall...

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There’s nothing like New York in the fall. 

The air is crisp and the wind carries the scents of the city on cool gusts that lift your spirits like nothing else in the world. 

The trees ignite in brilliant golds and oranges, striking a stunning contrast to the gray sidewalks and steel buildings. The city comes alive with color, bustling with an undercurrent of peace that seeps into every citizen, rushed or not. 

Leaves crunch underfoot. Birds sing a little sweeter. The world is beautiful and love is in the air.

Bucky smiles whenever he looks your way and there’s nothing sweeter. He comes off as confident and tough, but when his blue eyes meet yours, he shies away nearly instantly, becoming little more than an adorable young man who wants nothing else but to touch your cheek, hold your hand, kiss your lips.

Perhaps you’re being mean by making him wait, but it’s just so fun to watch his cheeks burn with embarrassment whenever you back away from an obvious advance. He’s too cute when you bat your eyes at him innocently; too handsome when he offers you his arm.

Central Park is busting with life as you take your afternoon stroll. Tourists stop to take photos on the Bow Bridge or order hotdogs from the various vendors stationed around the park. Children run around chasing pigeons or escaping balloons. Couples picnic on grassy hills and bicycles fly without care. It’s perfect. 

He’s perfect. 

Bucky kicks at a rock in his way as he talks about his week. He tells stories of his friends and his dreams. He goes on and on, wanting to tell you everything, wanting you to really get to know him. You listen on, wrapped in the warmth of his voice and the enthusiasm with which he speaks. The Brooklyn on his tongue becomes thicker the more excited he gets and it makes you smile as he stumbles over words, dropping Gs and skipping like a stone over a few Rs here and there. You could listen to him for days and never feel the need to say a word. 

When he does close his mouth, it’s somehow more captivating. His lips are wet and plump, his smile so endearing it makes your heart swell. The fact that his gaze is locked on your face makes your stomach flip and your pulse quicken. If it weren’t so improper, you’d sneak behind a tree and let him sneak his big hands down your curves. If it weren’t so obscene, you’d unbutton his shirt and slide your hand down his firm chest. If it weren’t so dangerous, you’d let him know how much you wanted him, how hot you felt whenever he was around. The last few weeks of chaste handholding and walks through the city were just about driving you mad. 

Mother always told you to take it slow. If a boy was worth it, he would wait for you. 

Bucky was worth it. 

Still, it was getting harder and harder to stay a good little girl when he dragged his blue eyes down your body. Harder to stay innocent when he licked his lips so slowly as you spoke. Impossible not to feel that wetness between your thighs when he sat so close, knee and shoulder touching yours. 

The hour was coming to a close and you’d be due back at work soon. Lunch breaks simply weren’t long enough for romance. 

Bucky felt it too. Looking down at his watch, he sighs. 

“Gonna have to be getting back soon.” 

Nodding, you turn to face him. “Me too.” 

There’s a sadness between you but it fades when he tips his head and looks into your eyes. 

Desire trumps lamentation every time. 

“Hope we can go for another stroll soon,” he says, lips turned into a half smile.

You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the afternoon sun and the warmth pushing off of him. “I think that’d be nice.” 

“Or maybe I can take you out… maybe go see a picture?” 

Bottom lip snagged between your teeth, you nod. “I’d really like that. Gimmie a call later, yeah?”

The goodbye is always terrible. Awkward and timid, with a current of want that zings between you, never to be quelled. 

Bucky looks away and clears his throat, trying to calm his ache. 

“Well,” he says, looking back to you, “I guess I’ll see ya later.” 

“I guess so.” 

He starts to turn to leave and something inside of you snaps. Reaching for him, you stop his retreat and set your palm against his smooth cheek. He gasps in surprise before taking the hint. 

Dropping down, he leans close and exhales a breath as his lips finally brush over yours. Your body sings with joy as he presses a bit harder. He cups your face in his warm hands, holding you close and begging with everything he has. 

You let him in and everything explodes in brilliant color when his tongue touches yours. 

The city is ablaze around you, the sky is a brighter blue, and the Earth turns a little bit slower. For a moment, there is nothing but his kiss. 

Reluctantly, he pulls back and stares into your eyes. Young love floods his gaze and you feel every bit of yourself falling harder for him. 

Soon, you know, it will be impossible to walk away. 

Another kiss and you melt against him, your fingers curling in the soft fabric of his shirt. 

“Been waitin’ too long to do that,” he whispers, backing up just enough to make you lean in and ask for more. 

You grin and sigh. “All good things come to those who wait.” 

Bucky laughs and wraps his arms tight around you, holding you close. “You’re certainly a good thing, Doll…”

[oicuperp]

PETS THE SAW CHARACTERS WOULD HAVE !!!!

ADAM

he would definitely bring home a lot of stray cats ,, he used to have ferrets and rats and he loved carrying them around in whatever hoodie he was wearing !!!!

LAWRENCE

allergic to cats . has only had fishes but hes usually not home or very busy so they always die but he cant stop getting them bc he loves watching them swim and he tries REALLY hard to keep them alive

AMANDA

she would have a crow ,, or a raccoon army . she loves grabbing pigeons on the streets and chasing adam with them (theyre the siblings ever okay idc about canon) . she also has A LOT of bugs, worms, moths, tarantulas etc

JOHN

he wouldnt have a pet himself but would take care of whatever pet anyone brings home !!!! animals definitely love him and follow him to his workshop and sometimes to bed when he wants to take a nap

LYNN

shes a hamster girlie ,, also used to have a turtle teehee . LOVES to put the hamster in a ball so it can follow her around the house . phone gallery FULL of videos of it !!!! usually sends them to amanda but stops sending her that many videos bc she always replies with videos of her bugs

HOFFMAN

100% a dog person ,, probably a saint bernard or a german shepherd . uses the dog as a blanket when hes laying on the couch watching a movie or smth . people always point out how the dog literally looks like him but he says he doesnt see it

STRAHM

never thought he was a cat person ,, didnt think he would have pets at all . hes THE chosen one istg cats see him and immediatly start following him . adopts a cat with a similar scar and calls it "cat" but everyone calls it "peter jr" bc it's silly ... he would DIE before moving when the cat in sleeping on him . he also carries it around the house with one of these

LINDSEY

the kinda girl who had 30 animals in her house when she was young ,, from dogs and cats and birds to horses and cows !!!! definitely enjoys hanging out with all kinds of animals and is probably one of the few ppl who would willingly ask amanda about her pets

JILL

has a dog !!!! also never got out of her horse phase ,, she probably has a friend who has horses and visits every weekend just to see the horses . kinda indifferent about the rest of animals but she still takes care of them

WILL

this man ONLY has piranhas ,, theyre cool AND he doesnt want animal hair everywhere so teehee . hes the kinda guy who always has a lint remover in his pocket

[angel-of-the-moons]

Over The Moon

Khonshu x Reader

TW/CW: None

A/N: This is something that hit me and I'm hoping writing it will help knock me out of my funk while I take a couple days to myself (going on a trip with some friends). So enjoy this little blurb of the tall pigeon man!

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It was time for the fireworks to start soon. The snow and ice chilled you to the bone, and you sat on a bench overlooking the Hudson River.

It was deserted, given the particular location of the bench, and the proximity to a one of the closed-down subway entrances, that housed the homeless.

Many people felt unsafe there, but you knew you'd always be safe at night. Especially around the homeless. They, like you, were under the protection of someone great.

Someone powerful.

Someone who... really needed to work on his people skills...

You turn your thermos in your hands, briefly passing the warmed metal into one palm while you checked the time on your phone.

Four minutes until the clock struck the new year; and the moon was as bright as ever. It was abnormally large as well, but it was beautiful and provided a gorgeous backdrop for the fireworks display that was due to start soon.

You slipped your phone back into your pocket and closed your eyes as snowflakes drifted down from the scattered clouds, a stray moonbeam peeking out here and there, always seeming to illuminate you and you alone; as if something--or someone--simply wanted to bathe you in the cool ethereal light of that lunar object.

You weren't sure how much time had passed until you felt the warm touch of someone's fingers grazing your cheek.

You open your eyes and turn your head to see the hulking, lithe frame above you.

His body was draped in linen and loose robes, a gold crescent moon secured to his chest. His colors seemed bleak, non-existent.

What completed his strange, otherworldly appearance was the dessicated bird skull that hung with some invisible force in place of what would be a human head.

His other hand gripped his staff as he leaned over the bench to peer at you with large, eyeless sockets.

"You are frigid." His voice rumbles through you.

You smile at him, sipping your hot cider. "Well that happens when it's only about 2 degrees outside, Khonshu."

"Hmph." He grunted, moving in a haze until he was sitting to your side, cross-legged on the ground next to the bench, his staff resting on his shoulder.

"Uh, Khonshu... There's a bench here..."

"I know."

"Then why--"

You were interrupted when his large hands encapsulated your waist and he pulled you down to him, firmly planting you in his lap, between his crossed legs.

You opened your mouth to complain about how he almost made you spill your cider--but the unnatural warmth his body exuded quickly snuffed the flame of your complaint as you sank against him with a contented sigh.

His body always carries the warmth of the deserts, the scent of sweet spices and just a hint of mildew. Most others wouldn't enjoy the combination of smells, but you enjoyed it.

He smelled... safe. You knew whenever you smelled him, no harm would ever come to you. That you would never be lonely.

"Better?" He asked, his voice almost condescending.

You stick your finger up, "This doesn't mean you won anything, old man."

"Of course it does. I am a god, Little Star." He chuckled, his arms circling around you to pull you close against his chest.

You chuckled back at him, bringing a frozen finger to caress the beak of his skull.

The texture was smooth, like a normal bone being sanded and smoothed down by endless days of being blasted by the sands of time.

"You're so full of yourself." You admonished playfully.

"Hmmh."

You jumped with a squeak when the first fireworks go off, casting blue-red glows down upon the two of you.

Your jolt of fear seems to amuse the god, and another warm chuckle rolls out of him, settling deep into your bones.

"Not funny." You huffed, trying to sound indignant but the smile on your lips betray your tone as you both lift your gazes to the sky at the bright lights booming high above.

You feel his arms tighten around your almost imperceptibly, caging you against him in a loving embrace.

Yes.

You knew, as long as he was here, you were safe.

And he was home.

[lesbicosmos]

Hi! It's ghost-husbands, just can't ask from that blog. For the ask-game, #8 for Charles, #11, and #21 C:

hii ty for the ask!!

8. headcanons for charles

he's a huge queen fan. you're telling me this guy was half-indian, bisexual (even if he probably wasn't aware of it) and grew up in 80s england and WASN'T obsessed with freddie mercury? wrong. eventually they get a radio in the office and whenever bohemian rhapsody comes on he tries to sing all the parts, much to edwin's confusion and amusement

he really missed going to concerts after he died but barely ever went to any because it wasn't the same going alone and he knew edwin wouldn't enjoy it, but once crystal joins the agency they go ALL the time it's their favourite thing to do. charles loves not having to pay for tickets anymore lmao

he tells dumb dad jokes all the time. he's only managed to make edwin really laugh twice but he'll be damned if he doesn't keep trying

as well as his parents, he often checks in on the kid he died to save too. he never regretted his decision for a second, but seeing him happily married with kids makes it all worth it

him and jenny quickly become friends. idk i just think they'd get along. she'd think he was an annoying little shit sometimes but like... affectionately <3

11. ooh personified animal

i think a pigeon would be hilarious, especially in london. just The dumbest and bitchiest bird you'll ever meet. has beef with the cat king. is Literally Everywhere All The Time. just funky little pigeon man.

21. something in the show that made you happy

like...all of it. boring answer but it's true

i mean there are specific things, mostly the characters. they're all so distinct and individual and cool?? especially the female characters, i love that they're allowed to be a bit fucked up but still loveable and not villains (except esther and maxine obvs)

also so many people have said it but the way it handles queerness not like it's something other. like edwin still manages to have his realisation and coming out arc without it feeling like that's the only aspect of his character? i love queer shows that are like screaming gay in ur face (like heartstopper) but idk just the way it's so casual, and the way there's no labels or anything? like it's not a big deal or a shock that jenny's secret admirer's a woman, and charles's reaction to both edwin's coming out and his confession is so calm, like obviously it's a big deal but he's so chill, there's no jokes made or anything it's just pure love and support and i love that so much

and that's not even getting into how much i love the visual style of the whole thing

but yeah, the entire show made me happy. it also made me sob several times but that's all part of it. i love shows that make me cry.

[decarabiandivorce]

Day 1: Old Friends

(haha imagine being late to Venti Week HaHA HA HA-)

Seasons passed like the snow falling from the only mountain in Mondstadt. Despite his best efforts, such a chilly place was impossible to shape. Yet his people didn’t mind, so Barbatos let it stay for now.

The rolling hills of Mondstadt were glowing a golden hue as autumn made its home. He could smell the warm and inviting scent of pumpkin and apple pies being cooled next to the windows as Venti slowly exited the town. He waved at the workers constructing new houses before winter came again, their newest design supposedly better at retaining heat than last year’s version.

An apple in hand, Venti the god walked out of his city and into the fields. A couple birds perched ontop of his shoulders as he walked, he giggled as they pecked at his hair. So cute! The efforts to introduce more and more pigeons into the local environment were going along swimmingly! Soon, he thought, perhaps ducks would swim in Mondstadt’s lakes as crows fly overhead.

The sun moved from high noon to dusk by the time he arrived at the stone gate towards Liyue Harbor. He checked his pockets for the bottle of wine he wanted to share with the geo god, the bottle was a gift from Venerare. Drinks were the best when talking to people, and as since she and Gunnhildr declined his invitation for a get together- he might as well spend a day or two with his latest pal.

Morax, who delegated everything in the harbor, was an odd man to find. He usually walked throughout the streets of his city, never quiet retiring when the moon approached. Venti knew the other god questioned his lack of protection to Mondstadt, even if he never said it out loud. Even if he did, Venti wouldn’t answer him and they both knew that. Even if they knew each other for such little time, the anemo god’s heart was on his sleeve- even if his mouth tended to shield it’s omnipresent love. To take care of a city was something he could not do, even when watching Gunnhildr or Imunlaukr write words upon words. Paperwork, while easy for him, was utterly draining. He could never put into words the sheer hesitation in his heart as he stared at forms a plenty. There was this invisible barrier in his mind that prevented any such task to be completed. No. He needed something tangible. Something like seeing a person smile after he speaks with them.

At times he thinks of making some sort of complaint box for people to input their worries, but he remembers the bags under Gunnhildr’s eyes as a member of her clan sought her console. Could a person, who has been human for less than a decade, be able to relate to such everyday struggles. He knew he was like the bard he modeled himself after, a person who’s heart doesn’t flutter at the sight of another- so could he ever match the intensity humans craved of each other. He knows he needs to learn more. He knows that very very well. At times, the prose of everyday speech was filled with more metaphors than any ballad. Subtle stuff like which fork to use he still messed up on.

Even if he was a good leader, the relief and joy Gunnhildr, Imunlaukr, and Venerare had when they finished an event or tidied up a meeting was unmatched. They worked hard and then played hard. How could he ever lighten such an emotion of joy? How could he ever deny them of what they want to do? They know they could always ask for help, once or twice they asked if he could pause rain or storm for a ceremony. Yet they were so hesitant.

As he looked down at the river below him, he wondered if they still thought of him as a wisp.

From dusk to dawn he walked, the birds on his shoulders flying back home as he made his way farther and farther south. Should he have asked for a pastry before he left? He knew that most people brought along rations to eat, yet he had never tasted one before. Taking out a notebook, he wrote down in shaky handwriting another thing to test out.

Looking up at the sea of stars above him, his heartbeat at the sight. So many lights. So many colors. It was utterly divine no matter how many times he gazed upon it’s form. Tracing one of the many constellations with his pen, he wondered which ones would belong to his friends. Would their image be as gentle as their soul, or as fierce as their battle cries. He could just imagine a bearlike constellation for Gunnhildr. A flower or mask for Venerare. A crystalfly for Imunlaukr. A unicorn for Ragnvindr.

Would it be so wrong to engrave the image of a three-sided flower into his own constellation?

Taking a moment to rest, he could spot the inn in the distance. While it would be no trouble to walk there, the wind felt wonderful at the very spot he was standing.

Sitting down near a rock, he leaded against it as he tuned his lyre. Playing a song without words, he settled for a simple score. Chords of moving up and down the scale was nothing new to him, yet the basicness of it all underneath something grand made it all so special. Notes kept coming out of him, as Venti subconsciously channels a bit of anemo into his strings. The reverb made a pleasant noise in his head, like playing in a cave or a dungeon. Before long, he had spent the night experimenting with varying levels instead of sleeping.

He could feel the butterflies of Liyue rest on flowers, and even the fish near him seemed to move less and less. He wondered if they could hear him, even if they were in water or it was mere coincidence. Still, the bard in green had an audience and thus put on a calming show.

A butterfly, bluer than the ocean, made its home on his lyre as he finished his last song. He watched its wings move up and down, breathing in its own unique way. Venti raised his hand to let it move to his finger, and brought the creature over to eye level. “Is it true.” He muttered to the insect, “You turn into goo before you are born anew?” It didn’t answer him, yet he was still mesmerized by its jewel scales. “How brave are you, to be metamorphized and renewed. Did you have a clue? Or did you see it as something you had to do…”

The rise of the sun was something he would aways cherish, it’s rays bathing the world in a warm light. He could sense in the distance animals and birds chirping as the darkness of night left. Venti smiled as he placed his lyre away, heading into the inn to buy a breakfast before leaving. He remembered the one time before he even met Morax, of stumbling over his words in a broken language as he gestured at the menu. Thankfully, another person from his city was checking out at the time- willing to help the bard understand most of the characters as they suggested they travel together. While Venti was intending on staying the night, he took his fellow former rebel up on their offer and met the geo god that very evening.

Tap tap tap, he finished his plate ever so quick and this time ordering something else to bring to Morax besides just wine. How about ten or so matsutake mushrooms? Those are super tasty!

Container safely secured in his hands, he resumed his journey southbound. Sometimes along his travels he would bump into people being chased by slimes or whopperflowers- sending a quick arrow before retreating. Not a single treasure horder or bandit approached him this time, which was great! He didn’t have to worry about talking to the millelith and delaying this trip by an hour or so!

The ocean breeze greeted him like a familiar friend. His notebook practically hummed at the wind cradling it. The name of this breeze was engraved on the first couple of pages, along its own poem. The future atlas had a lot more blank pages that yearned to be filled, and Venti could never forget the energetic ocean kin. They were much different than the quieter ones north, so used to interacting with sails and kites. They zoomed around the bard, as Venti danced in their nonverbal language. He laughed at their jokes and their gossip, whispering him secrets and common knowledge. Sure sometimes they liked to mislead, but they were much more truthful than the ones living on the islands even southern from here!

“How do you do! My friends I would love to sing you all many tunes, yet the time slot for today is filled by the king of dirt. Many apologizes for being so curt!” He smiled at his newer friends. They zipped around him, the warm breeze mixing a bit with the cooler ones. “Remember you all! Rex Lapis would be disappointed and ready to brawl should you cause a storm by the harbor’s maw.” They laughed and spun around some more, their attention spans airy as they soon left.

Liyue harbor was as busy as ever. The crops and fabrics of Mondstadt were being solder at higher prices than last time he visited. Was it because of their most recent harvest or was it the amount of growth his humble city had accumulated. He should ask his friend. Morax was nowhere to be seen, so box of mushrooms in hand Venti wandered the streets. It’s stones were so perfectly aligned with the business, a product of many architects and designer’s hard work. Despite all of that, there was barely hints of greens, the ivy and moss had long since cleared away to expose wood and stone to customers. There were the occasional blues of a grace lily or reds of a silk flower bush, but those were carefully gardened.

Venti knew from his previous encounters not to ask around for Morax’s presence. Usually he would appear when he least expected it, like a cat watching a person fish. Those eyes of cor lapis was somewhere in this city, he could sense it in the wind.

Using the simple box as a rest for his stuff, Venti brought out his lyre once more and began to play. This city had some laws against playing music, but as long as he sticked to a certain timeframe, crowd amount, and volume then there shouldn’t be much trouble. He spotted his usual crowd of young adult faces, groups of friends wanting to experience the singing of a different culture together. He laughed along with their antics as the minutes and hours passed. The morning light moved to late noon as still no sign of the lord of geo graced Venti’s presence. Still, with the amount of mora being donated his way, he wasn’t complaining!

He began another ballad, just short enough for the timeframe of this nation’s laws. This one was a bit simpler, of a drunkard testing out different combinations of fruits and vegetables- til one day they combined sea water, ice, and some very angry air that emptied their appetite. He got a bit lost in the rhymes, yet even he noticed the sun was beginning to set, and Venti packed his stuff up once more, saying thanks to the crowd for being such wonderful guests.

As he lifted his head from his bow, he saw it.

An red mane he hasn’t seen in seasons.

His mouth felt dryer than ever as he looked at the person in the back of the crowd, his red eyes and claymore was unforgettable. He did not expect this. How could he ever expect this.

Stuttering a bit more, Venti continued to end his performance, before darting after that leaving figure.

It was him. It had to be.

He wanted to scream the red haired warrior’s name. Ragnvindr! Ragnvindr! Ragnvindr!

Are you angry at him?

Do you loath him?

Are you ever coming home?

Was I ever home to you?

How have you been?

Are you eating well?

Are you still painting?

Are you still collecting books?

Do you live around here?

How many places have you gone?

Do you hate him?

Do you hate him?

Do you hate him?

Do you hate him?

Do you hate him?

Do you hate him?

Do you hate him?

Do you hate him?

Do you hate him?

Do you hate him?

For doing the unforgivable and attempting to be Him.

The seasoned rebel dodged every single step of Venti’s, weaving through the city as the sun set and somehow blending into the darkness despite his hair. Yet Venti knew they needed to talk. They had to. Ragnvindr, dear Ragnvindr….. Venti has so many letters to give him! Gunnhildr wishes him well! The trainees have started a little knight club after the man and his techniques! You should come and visit! Even if you didn’t want to see the bard’s face as he did, then Venti could always be out of town when they did so! As long as…

As long as he knows Ragnvindr was alive… then Venti would be happy.

“Ragnvindr!” He called out, the knight didn’t stop as Venti begged. “Please wait.” Was it going against his own ideal to force him to have a conversation? Was he being too much? No. No he reasoned. Ragnvindr needed to know how much they all missed him and that Venti yearned for the days they would sit in silence as their mutual friend wrote in the other room.

There was no response.

Venti raised his voice a bit more, “Ragnvindr… slow down! I need to talk to you! This is..”

Turning the corner, he saw nothing, only a man made stream with all it’s citizens gone. It was dark. So dark. The moonlight reflecting Venti’s gaze as he stared at the ground and waters below him, the fish swam slowly unaware of his storm.

Venti… laughed.

“Ragnvindr…” He could feel the tears on his cheeks. “I know seeing such a ghost would be…” Venti clenched his fist as he crouched near the waters. His legs felt so weak. Why was he so weak? He couldn’t even catch up to a person running! This shapeshifted form of his was so slow so heavy so… wonderful. The weakest of all the gods lost this round, and he didn’t know if this would ever happened again.

The ocean breeze never felt so cold. A couple leaves from very distant trees fell onto the water’s surface as Venti placed a hand on his chest. His lungs hurt. Was this what it was like to be out of air?

The bard sat at the edge of the water for who knows how long as he thought and thought. He was too demanding to Ragnvindr. He was annoying the knight. He didn’t want see Venti and that’s final. He… must hate Venti for robbing the corpse of his dear leader. Venti was a mockery of such a kind and gentle soul, he knew it. There was no world that he and Ragnvindr would ever be friends.

Yet why did it hurt so much. Why did he care so much for the man who left Mondstadt? Why did he leave? Venti closes his eyes, never knowing the truth.

He could feel a presence behind him, and he quickly jumped to turn around.

Amber eyes greeted him.

“Barbatos.” He greeted, “You look unhappy to see me.”

“Oh it’s nothing Morax…. Just….” The immortal let out a sigh, “I failed to talk to an old friend.”

“You.. failed?”

The young god nodded, “I..” he stuttered, never doing that in front of another god before, “Don’t worry about it. It’s.. over. Would you care for a drink and some food?”

[neptunesenceladus]

Wanted to do a list of some of my favourite fics across fandoms so here it is! En Enceladus’s favs (as of April 2024). This was actually going to just be my most recent ones but i ended up going through all the recs in my bookmarks, so, these are sorted into fandom to make it easier for you.

DC Fics:

Tractors by @lieu42

DC firstly lieu42 is cool af, so note that down. If you in a mood for time travel and Tim Drake having a crisis then this is definitely for you. I love it so much I bound a physical copy. actually just read everything by him, you will not regret it.

New Wave by @yellowocaballero

DC What if Steph was the first Robin? You should know I love Steph and this is probably the fic that cemented that, I really love how she is portrayed and the 90s skater aesthetic. this fic and tractors are probably my top two recs so go read them now please and thank you

Frequency by @cryptocism

DC, Teen I truly don't know how to sum this up. Basically Thaddeus Thawn "disappears" so CRAYDL activates clones of him. It's so so good and only got one more chapter until it is complete! Also the song November by Sparkbird fits one of the characters (Six) so so well.

Zugzwang by Hinn_Raven

DC, Teen Steph is dead so why is the new talon that Cass is seeing around strangely familiar?

The Juniper Suite by @shhhenanigans

DC, Teen, M, and E (currently 4 parts, first is T and last is E) Genuanly can't describe this one. It's jayroy, with this twisted fairytale body horror theme. so big warnings for body horror, I really love how the author writes all of it and plays with tense and imagery.

Time (to protect you) by Blueseabird2

DC, Teen Dick Grayson and Constantine go back in time to try and save everyone. It's mostly cute batfamily fanon with angst, it was my first DC fic I read (with the exception of Dark Matter) so has a special place in my heart (also the reason I have read so much Hellblazer)

Marvel/MCU Fics:

Pigeon and Crow by @deniigi

Marvel, Teen Peter Parker and Johnny Storm become friends. Deniigi always has beautiful writing and this is no exception. Personally love the wordplay.

Peter Parker's Tapeworm by Ginevra_Benci

MCU, Teen Firstly, the tapeworm is a metaphor. This one is what if the spell at the end of nwh failed and even Peter forgot he was Spider-man. Its really good, especially how the memory loss and displacement is written.

The Lost and Forgotten by @litcraz

MCU, Teen believe it or not, this one was written before nwh, litcraz just fully predicted it. Peter has to make a very bad deal and everyone forgets he exists, but he keeps ending up back in the Avengers path.

Star Wars Fics:

hope has bloody knuckles by @independent-variables

SW, Teen Legally required to star the SW section of this with two independent-variables fic, their writing is so much to me (I literally binged all 4 pages of their star wars fics on ao3). This one is about after the Clone Wars, Davijaan moves to Pantora with Cody to heal after the war. He reunites with a civilian he met once and slowly falls in love. Examines person hood, healing, love, and siblings. (oh and the authors settings in Pantora are inspired by Alaska and are so freaking beautiful)

sing back to the red bird, soldier by @independent-variables

SW, Teen I was hard-pressed to make a choice of just one more from this author, but since I can't list all of them here is another favourite. It's about Rex discovering what it means to be free, and have a choice beyond brainwashing, and then offering freedom to all his brothers. It uses elements of Tatooine slave culture by @fialleril, which is all just so beautiful, so definitely check out them as well!

Dielectric Breakdown by @jessepinwheel

SW, Teen Quite likely the first clone wars fic I read? I love a good mystery and this fic has that with a very fulfilling ending. Obi-Wan kills the Chancellor and goes into hiding toward the end of the war. Five years later he's presumed dead but Cody doesn't believe that and wants to know why he betrayed everyone.

Message Traffic by @skitzofreak

SW, G and Teen This is a must read for anyone. It's all written as correspondence, transcripts, and droid logs, as a post rogue one fix-it. It's actually amazing how much the story makes you invested while you are very clearly behind a fourth wall. I adore it so much.

floating, sinking by shuofthewind

SW, not-rated another everyone survives rogue one fix-it. I just really love rogue one and seeing all the characters get more. Also the perspective switches are really really good.

False Dichotomy by nsmorig (@far-sector)

SW, M One that was recommended to me (by independent-variables). Its dark and has body horror so I loved it. The way Cody is written from both his own perspective and others is in such a way that you can really understand who he is. Truly one of the Cody fics. There is also a sequel that's a wip and is also amazing (I'm still thinking about it).

Bucket of Bolts by @independent-variables

SW, G haha, I lied. have another inderpendent-variables fic. This one looks at Ahsoka and Rex in-between the end of tcw and start of rebels. I love them and whatever it is they have going on.

All Their Tomorrows by @breakfastteatime

SW: Jedi Fallen Order, Teen Horror!!! The Mantis crew find an abandoned ship floating in space and its super creepy and leads them to investigating a dark faction of force sensitives.

Six extras from assorted fandoms:

Talk Me Home by @comebacknow

The Maze Runner, Mature I love tmr so much, never not thinking about it. This beautiful work covers the six months in-between the end of the scorch trials (movie) and the death cure (movie). I've read it multiple times, it expands on both the characters and world building so much.

the scar i can't reverse (the more it heals, the worse it hurts) by EverythingButTheKitchenSink (ElvisHasLeftTheBuilding)

The Maze Runner, Mature I've been following this fic since it was only a couple chapters, its really brilliant. Lots of time travel shit and trauma and seeing Thomas through everyone else's eyes. I would also recommend going through a few of this authors other works as well if you enjoy!

Once & Future by spqr

The Witcher, Mature If you haven't read anything by spqr, congrats, you're missing out. This one is a kind of sleeping beauty au, where Geralt is a statue and Jaskier accidentally wakes him up. They then have to go on a quest to save everyone Geralt holds dear.

Silver and Copper by Heronfem

The Witcher, Mature I love this cause, horror. It gets pretty dark, please mind the tags if horror is not your forte. Jaskier is cursed so a witcher is hired to save him.

Vanishing Act by nockout

Harry Potter, Mature This is probably the only time I'll recommend a harry potter fic, but it's truly worth it. This is a noir detectivy thing that starts by being spread over two different points in time that slowly meet. I have no clue how the author keeps all the plotlines together cause, wow. It also follows an original character which I really love. I'm a few chapters behind that latest update so am feeling like a reread is in order.

can we be seventeen? by acennabeth

PJO, Teen ending with some fluff. This is just percabeth getting a break from everything and being teenagers for an evening. it's so special to me

[letters-from-dekarios]

The letter had been delivered by a cardinal with bright red feathers and a kind look in its little eyes. It flies away after dropping the letter. The mail is in a tea stained envelope, and the letter inside is also tea stained, but smells lightly of flowers, as well. It had been sealed by a golden wax seal with the image of a lute indented within it. The writing is a bit messy, but legible.

Dear Gale, 

(wait- can I call you that? Or do you prefer Mr. Dekarios? Man, i am terrible at writing letters-) 

You don’t entirely know me.. I’m Casea Redwood! More well known as the Songbird of the Sword Coast- not that that particularly matters, really- HOWEVER, I am writing to send you a warning. I am often troubled with images of tragedy in my sleep. This has been worsened by my uh.. Experimenting with the more macabre aspects of the Weave and all that.. Just a bit of Necromancy- nothing to worry about!

As I was saying- I have been sent an image of grave happenings regarding your more.. Failing connection with the Goddess, Mystra. You ought to exercise caution when dealing with her in any form. I know that you’ve had a rough go about things- and this letter is probably a smack to the face- (sorry about this by the way..)- However I have cause to believe the winds of change are heading your way.

Some omens to look out for- a sphere, a hand, a familiar face, a tomb of sorts (at least it looks like a casket to me..), a gateway, and a boot. I have no idea what any of these mean, yet I hope that this can aid you in the future! Whatever it may look like. Hopefully you can figure out what is happening and uh.. Get to the bottom of it! Word about you is that you’re one smart cookie!

So I’m sure you’ll be alright. If you ever need more insight from me you can always write a letter, seal it with a golden seal, and send it with a bird. Any bird! They find their way to me eventually! And a bit of a final word- Keep hope, my Not-yet-possibly-friend! I don’t know much about the Weave itself, but I do know that it has a way of making things work out. As someone who knows it better than I, I’m sure things will be okay. If not tomorrow, then someday.

Your (Possibly) Friend, 

Casea Redwood. 

(OOC: I went for a pre-events of BG3 kinda thing with my future Tav, Casea Redwood! He is a human Bard who is Odd, but tries to help when he can! I am so sorry for how long this is/gen and I hope you’re having a wonderful day! Your blog is so cool, btw! Okay, goodbye!)

Dearest Casea,

I can see why you’ve received such a title for a Sword Coast dweller. It’s not every day one has a cardinal-delivered letter sent to them and not a pigeon.

However, the contents of your letter deeply disturbs me. My connection with the Goddess is all but fragile, I would hope, considering my extensive history with the Weave. It’s not usual for one to experience so-called “visions” picturing the destruction or alteration of that. Though things may, perhaps, be a bit rocky at the moment, my ultimate connection to the Weave is what counts!

Fear not, my friend, I will heed your vision with utmost warning. Though, I do have to ask, was it through your vision that you heard of my… current status with Mystra? Or was it by any chance at all through other means? Curious minds lead one to wonder! You can imagine the state I may be in with comments like those.

Regarding your omens, none quite ring any bells for this mind of mine. Is there any chance of elaboration on any of them? A sphere I can allude to perhaps an orb already part of my current reality, a familiar face… well, that could mean many people. And a tomb, or casket, you say? Unless this is a devil’s mind trick cast on you, these relay no sense of familiarity to anything happening within my state.

I appreciate your optimism despite your worries and your visions. If you happen to have one in relation to myself again, I would like to hear of it. If you ever have a moment to travel the Coast to Waterdeep, it may serve us both peace of mind to discuss the matter over tea.

Your aptness to write me over this does prove hopeful, however. I caution you with your dabbling in the darker side of the Weave but appreciate the notice nonetheless.

From the desk of,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

text reads: gale dekarios

never apologize for writing long I absolutely Love it. it gives my brain more to feed on and you know brains do need food. also I'm giggling at gale receiving this after just screwing up his relationship and someone going ‘hey dude your life is Fucked rn AND in the future’ and him just sobbing cause why can’t he catch a break haha ~ kore

[goodluckclove]

Hi Edgar!

What are your thoughts on pigeons? I feel like people tend to call them the “rats of the sky,” but I’m wondering if that’s just a bad rap?? Like aren’t a bunch of them basically just feral, domesticated birds?? Any ideas or strong opinions?

Honestly, an immediate deal breaker for me when it comes to dealing with any human being is if they hate on pigeons. It's such a boring, trite, unoriginal waste of an "opinion".

Oh you hate pigeons? You hate pigeons because someone else told you that was a cool thing? Oh man, I think you're so cool. Let's me friends. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth I respect you so much. Here's thirty dollars.

It's because they're dirty. They're animals that live in the wild. You like horses? Horses are gross. There are animals that people think are cool enough to base fursuits off of that, in real life, would stink and be filled with parasites. That's just what happens when you don't live in a fucking house with indoor plumbing they're birds what do you expect?

Hating pigeons is actually a newer trend in society. It used to be the exact opposite situation. Remember the Passenger Pigeon? No? That's probably because we displaced and hunted and ate all of them. If I remember correctly, the last Passenger Pigeon on earth died in a zoo. We were so obsessed with pigeons at some point that we displayed them in zoos.

Can you imagine the fucking disrespect to show their later generations after how we treated their ancestors? I don't think we should go back to eating them either. I think we all need to let pigeons exist and treat them with a modicum of respect.

You ever see a pigeon eat a french fry? It's great. Have some fucking whimsy in your hearts you monsters.

who is this? why is this happening? check out here to learn more!

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

your recent posts are both making me feel really seen and bringing up my dormant pent up frustrations, so I am going to complain about a random tiny little thing I see where people are talking about like. breeds of rock pigeon or something and then people are like "I can't believe they didn't mention the victoria crowned pigeon! or the pink necked green pigeon! or the-"

like. thats an entirely different species. thats not a breed of domesticated pigeon. stop making weird little infographics where you put the fantail pigeon next to the spinifex pigeon! there 352 species in columbidae! theres soo much diversity, joy, wonder, etc contained within the pigeons and doves! stop pretending that they are all breeds of the same species! these things are cooler when you give them the space to be themselves!

this is all weird and tiny and nitpicky and doesn't matter very much probably and a lot of people don't do this, but when it does happen it makes my autistic pigeon special interest ass irrationally angry. care about these animals for all of the amazing things that are actually true about them instead of lying about them! I promise you kererū is really cool on it's own you don't need to pretend its a rock dove for it to matter.

aaand the other side to this I feel like is it results in people dismissing the everyday blue rock dove. its a beautiful wonderful animal. it's our best friend. please appreciate these birds because of what they are instead of what they are not? I am not explaining this well, but like. it feels vaguely insulting when you are trying to talk about one species and people tell you that you should be talking about this other species instead. there is a time and a place.

one example of many ^^^^

this is really long sorry if it's annoying. also sorry if there's weird mistakes in here I am Tired.

(and of course as a pigeon man I feel especially upset about the lumping of all birds together that people do, especially in pet spaces. stop making "pros and cons of pet birds" lists and then only talking about parrots please)

ALL OF THIS

I originally wanted to rear pigeons, and I couldn't, because the great city of Chicago (where I'm from) DOESN'T ALLOW PET PIGEONS

WHICH IS RIDICULOUS

THEY ARE DOMESTICATED

I have nothing else to add so I'll let your post speak of itself, A+ rant

[thenotsosecretdiaryofbiyu]

2024年7月14日—Free Day

Today was a free day, so I did what any sane Biyu would do and walked over 30k steps today. I started my day off trying to step on over to Poya, but then stumbled across a small temple and park along the way! At the temple, there was a man praying, and just outside in the park out front was some really chonky pigeons. I swear the birds are cuter in Taiwan, I don’t know why lol

I got to Poya, realized I MASSIVELY overspent at the Cosmed I went to on Saturday night after checking the prices, and then I left (I was too sad to buy anything LOL). Actually, a slight culture shock happened to me on Saturday in Cosmed when I went shopping for makeup to get ready (for a place that was TOTALLY not a club in Taipei). I had trouble finding anything similar to what I usually use in the states (kind of dramatic and dark colors), and then I realized it’s because the beauty standard here focuses more on a “natural” look. My friend who lives here in Taiwan confirmed it too, and that women here tend to try as hard as possible to look like they’re NOT wearing makeup, even when they’re wearing a full face of it. I left the store with some subtler pinks and rose-shades and a brown mascara (I wanted black, but the packaging for the brand I was looking at was in Japanese and I just assumed it would be black because that’s usually what most people I know in the States use. But alas, I popped that baby open and it was anything BUT black smh). At first I was super disappointed, but after trying it all on, I really liked the look, and it honestly might be a new thing for me!

Anyways, after escaping the Poya without making a single purchase, I decided to purposely get lost. I wandered into the closest MRT station around and I went walking through the underground mall there, just window shopping and looking at all the pretty trinkets the vendors were selling until I hit a bookstore! I bought the sixth volume of my favorite series (Tian Guan Ci Fu/The Heaven Official’s Blessing) in Mandarin, it would’ve been the first volume but they were all out 😭. After that, I decided to get myself in-lost and meet up with Riley to go to the jade market, the flower market, and the artists market! The super cool thing about these three markets was that they were located underneath a big highway! I always love it when space is used efficiently and this was a super cool example of the best kind of space-utilization! Unfortunately, I didn’t pack enough snacks and started getting über hungry, until a sweet potato stand magically appeared and saved my life.

My friend Yuting and I had plans to hang out for dinner and dessert at 7, so I made my way over by the MRT, and got horribly and utterly lost but NOT on purpose 😭

I ended up getting there thankfully, just twenty minutes later than we had planned (thankfully she wasn’t mad ❤️).

When we finally met up, we went out to eat at this cool skewer place where they coat the skewers in a type of brown sugar before grilling! It was by far the tastiest thing I’ve eaten in Taiwan so far and definitely one of my top new favorite restaurants in general! We also went to some stationery stores and I got some NON-knockoff cute paper accessories 🤣

I almost bought the whole store, but thankfully I remembered I should probs save some money to eat tomorrow, so I put all but the $13 of merchandise I left with back lol.

I finished the night by trying some super tasty 豆腐花 ice dessert and then getting home to shower!

I would write more, but I’m exhausted and so I’m gonna sleep LOL

[asterinstar]

OKAY GUYS I HAVE DECIDED TO MAKE THE OTHER MCS INTO BIRDS 😁 NOW PREPARE FOR A LONG THREAD OF BIRD RAMBLES AND HCS I HAVE FOR EACH OF THEM

MC1 - Chickadee

I have decided to make MC1 a chickadee or more specifically a long tailed tit because it is so small just like MC1. Now you might think that the chickadee is too cute for MC1 but that's where you're WRONG. Fun fact chickadees are known to be a FUCKING MENACES. IF THEY'RE THREATENED, YOU KNOW THEY GON ATTACK.

So with MC1 no matter where the little fella goes whether he's flying or walking, trouble is his #1 fan

In one moment, he'll be boiling water but then a few seconds, the kitchen's on fire. Another moment, he'll be just sitting in a tree then a few seconds later he's pooping on someone like a pigeon. Yeah he is a fucking menace.

Surprisingly he's a pretty cheerful and friendly guy for someone who causes mayhem every 5 secs. He gets along with everyone (sorta) and will get into trouble with you because he likes you :)

He, MC2, and MC5 are a trio of violent and unhinged birdies who would peck anyone's asses

He and my duck mc are definitely evil besties like they're either getting their asses put into trouble or causing mischief and giggling like the little stoopy birds they are

So in conclusion he's a fucking gremlin who can't stop getting into trouble and needs a leash on him

MC 2 - Lovebird

Ah yes the girlboss. So for her I have decided to make her a love bird specifically a black masked love bird. Man I really LOVE how she and the bird look so similar UGH 😫 IT'S SUCH A PERFECT MATCH FOR MY GIRLIE.

She is the definition of a girlboss as she is acts however she wants whenever she wants and there is NO exception to that

And because she's a girlboss she is definitely a great leader as she is confident, assertive, reliable, and fights for what she believes while looking so cool doing it

But just because she's a bad bitch doesn't mean she a mean bitch! She just knows how to act for herself. As her friend the little birdie will definitely give you makeovers like in those moments in disney princess movies where the animals help the princess dress up!

She and MC3 are definitely the wlw and mlm solidarity 😌

She and my duck mc definitely have sleepovers where they do girl sleepover stuff like give each makeovers, gossip, and do rituals lol

In conclusion, she's a cool bitch and I'd prolly say she's similar to Wendy Testaburger from south Park

MC3 - Penguin

Welp I'm turning the himbo into a penguin. I thought of the penguin more specifically the emperor penguin because he's big and so is the penguin.

So amongst all of the mcs this penguino has dated the most people. Like he'll be flirting with every hot guy he sees every 5 secs and you know how THAT goes. Bro's like the horny option in the dialogues.

But the guy has some standards so that's pretty much why you don't see him dating certain guys especially those who see the exile in him

This penguino definitely radiates big brother vibes and he is one. You'll definitely see him acting all brotherly towards younger characters like Agyo and Zhurong and especially towards the mcs

MC4 always has to watch MC3's ass and stop him from flirting to every hot guy he sees. MC4: GO TO HORNY JAIL! *bonk!* MC3: Ow!

MC3 tells his love stories to my duck mc and she is honestly traumatized because of it. MC3: So let me tell you the time I woke up in bed with two guy- DuckMC: I DEMAND THAT YOU SPEAK NO FURTHER

But she admires the penguin and the two have a pretty good sibling relationship :)

So he's a big flirtatious waddling penguin and if you're close to him platonically he's your big bro

MC4 - Falcon

For the skinny man himself I've decided to make him a falcon specifically a prairie falcon. Ngl he was so hard for me to find a perfect bird match because originally I was gonna make a mallard duck but I thought no that ain't right so I chose the falcon.

This Falcon loves to observe everything like you'll see him at 4 am in the morning just watching through the window just everything that surrounds him fascinates him ✨

And out of all the mcs he's the most chillest and doesn't get into trouble as the others do. He's also one of the mature ones, making the sense out of everyone.

He's also a nerd he's like smart and is quite knowledgeable about his interests which is anime and manga so he definitely gets along with the akihabara group and MC5 who's also a fellow nerd

Him and MC5 get along pretty well as MC5 can tolerate him and the two share an interest in anime and manga.

He and my duck mc definitely get along and he would grab her with his talons and give the duckling a little flight.

MC5 - Owl

Last but not least I'm gonna make MC5 an owl more specifically a eurasian eagle-owl. I decided to choose this bird because I thought it looks grumpy like how I thought MC5 looked grumpy so I put the two together.

Our owl buddy here is tired of everything. He's tired of everyone's bs and is always on the verge of going apeshit. Now that doesn't mean he's mean he's just salty towards those who are assholes or just generally annoying.

Now while he is mature but there will be times where he does stupid shit because he's just over it like in rugrats when Stu Pickles is making chocolate pudding at 4 in the morning. MC4: MC5 what are you doing? MC5: Making chocolate pudding. MC4: It's four o'clock in the morning, why on earth are you making chocolate pudding? MC5: …Because I've lost control of my life.

As owls are depicted as nerds, this one is no exception towards it. You'll definitely see this owl hanging upside down while reading a manga that he just started. And there are moments where he is binge watching all the episodes of his favorite anime in one night.

He and MC1 are the typical siblings as they both hate and annoy each other as well as loving each other in the end. MC1 pulling pranks on him and MC5 getting his vengeance on him. Then the two sleeping together in their bird cage.

My duck mc is one of the few people he likes and can tolerate. He definitely worries a lot for her and gets annoyed when she gets into trouble. The owl always rambles about his interests to her and she always listen cause she's a good duckling :)

So to end it there he's a nerdy tired owl 🦉

OKAY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO FINISH WTF 😭

[ashen-crest]

find the word tag

me??? actually doing a tag game???

that must mean I have a completed draft to pull from!!

I picked the words: round, dark, soft, and warm, because my tuxedo cat is sitting next to me right now.

If you'd like to play, your words are: angle, light, hard, and cold. I'm tagging the following folks with zero pressure: @akindofmagictoo, @sleepyowlwrites, @zmwrites, @dnchristiebooks.

(All of these snippets are from my current draft of The Spirit Well.)

Round

Emry’s shoulders rounded in relief. If anyone other than Cal could get to the bottom of this, it was Dev. And if both of them were in Matlock together, they’d have this blight problem sorted before the season was half over.

Dark

Cal immediately saw where Aspen had pulled the illusion of their gray tailcoat. Emry wore nearly the same thing, just in a darker, more charcoal shade—typical of a Senne man, in love with his grayscale wardrobe. The only hint of color was his deep green waistcoat, which sparkled when its gold embroidery turned just so in the candlelight. For a brief, intense moment, she longed to touch the silky fabric, to feel how cool it was under the soft coat.

Soft

But none of that seemed to bother Aspen—they gazed at the bird in wonder, a smile spreading across their face. “My friend,” they said softly. Cal leaned forward to get a closer look, her hand gently resting in Emry’s hair. “A pigeon?” The bird cooed at her. “They liked it,” Aspen said, then after a tilt of their head—“she liked it,” they corrected. “She’s going to try to tell the others about it.”

Warm

Then Karlson held up a hand, and the garden went silent. “No one will breathe a word to anyone of this,” he said, his serious tone a shock of cold water in the warm sun. “Do you understand?” “But—!” Everett gestured to Emry. Karlson glared at her until she relented and nodded. “Understood.”

[panzershrike-pretz]

UHHHHHH ANOTHER TAG GAME MADE BY THE MOST AMAZING @onehelluvamarine!!! I LOVE THESE KEKKEKEKEKEK

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A band you don’t like that many others do:

Well, it's not that I don't like, it's more like: I only ever heard probably 3 songs. That would be The Beatles; I never got really interested in their music, they're not my vibe really

A childhood memory that you remember vividly:

I have many, but one of them was when I was maybe 6? and I went with my dad to the bank deposit money. He found a friend of his and started talking to him, while I picked up some pigeon and turtledove feathers up off the ground. That friend was deaf, but he could still speak a little and he congratulated me on the feathers then gave me a pat on the head (he was strong as fuck??)

Least favorite animal and why:

Any insect, but ESPECIALLY cockroaches. I'm so fucking scared, you have no idea 💀

Hot fandom take:

Scourge is one of my favorite characters from Warriors, I don't care if he's an edgy bitch. My man clawesd open Tigerstar'sbelly and made him loose all 9 lives at once???? Scourge is very fucking cool (also purple collar is the real collar. But I like rainbow)

Do you were any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece:

I have a pair of gold earings! When I was born, my ears were pierced and I got those. I only ever changed them once (boughr a pair that's a little bigger, but my baby earings are still here). I can't use any other kind of earing or jewelry on the ears or else I'll have an allergic reaction 🤡

A movie others liked but you didn’t:

How To Train Your Dragon 3 (actually, did anyone like that??) I don't like the Light Fury and it feels so wrong having Toothless leave Hiccup 😭😭😭 It's a damn pretty movie but I still consider itto be non-canon <3

Three things you love about yourself:

My sense of humor, my eyes and my hair

A place you hope to visit in the future and why:

Paleontological digging site. I know I'll visit it with my college, but!! I can't wait!!

There's also this wildlife reserve-park thingy on the way to the state of Paraná called Vila Velha (Old Village) that I NEED to visit one day. It's such a pretty view from the road, I swear 😭

An actor that gets on your nerves and why:

I know nothing about famous people, so I don't care for their lives. I have my own problems, no time to bother with theirs :3

Things you’re excited for in the nearby future?

TAXIDERMY CLASSES! TAXIDERMY CLASSES!!! TAXIDERMY CLASSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in:

The fuck is with people shipping Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) with everyone. He's canonically aroace, get a grip fellas 😭😭 (yes aroace people can still have any kind of relationship but fuck. Alastor? He very clearly is NOT in the game for a ship,,,,,, and when I finally find a lil' scrap of representation, people want to strip that from the character??? Nuh-uh, I hate Alastor ships. Leave him be!!)

What’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in?

.........Dream SMP 💀 *explodes and dies*

List three things you find beautiful about life:

Being able to hear birds singing (and see them flying), snuggling together with my dog when I'm feeling down and long walks on the beach with said dog.

Any dreams for the future?

I have a big big BIG interest in falconry (although it's a very odd thing for Brazil 😭) and, obviously, i can't wait to learn taxidermy. I know it's a stinky and slow process to learn and mount stuff, but I can't wait to start learning and hopefully have my first bird piece done!

How are you really feeling today?

I just woke up to a pair of chacalacas (why the fuck araquã in English is like this?) screaming like crazy, so I haven't had the time to feel anything xD

Damn this got big-

Tagging (no pressure!): @onehelluvamarine (do your version >:3) @xxluckystrike @blueberry-ovaries @1waveshortofashipwreck @grumpy-liebgott @executethyself35 (and whoever else wants to join!)

[dark-night-star-light]

Spirit Animals: Immortal Guardians (Reread pt. 9)

DISCLAIMER: WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR BOOKS ONE THROUGH SEVEN IN FIRST SERIES, BOOKS ONE THROUGH THREE, TALES OF THE GREAT BEASTS, AND TALES OF THE FALLEN BEASTS.

Masterpost

Chapter 1

“If only she could turn right around and go home” (1). Interesting first line . . .

“I wish I had a spirit animal, Kaiina thought. Then I’d always have company . . . ” (2). That’s . . . actually a good reason, wow.

“‘How could I have summoned Dinesh?’ Kaiina asked in wonder. ‘And why to me?’” (5). Yeah, is it, like, random . . . or . . . ?

Woah, Zerif speaks the local languages . . . ?

“ . . . but this one was white . . . ” (7). Has Kaiina never heard of a polar bear before? Don’t they teach her about these things???

“The polar bear and the boar had spread out” (8). Okay, so she does know what a polar bear is.

“ . . . saw two more tattoos appear on the man’s chest: an eagle and a ram” (10). Uh . . . when does he take Arax??? That wasn’t in Tales of the Fallen Beasts . . . 

Chapter 2

“But now Myriam was too busy playing host to worry about that - the ibis kept busy greeting each newly arriving bird . . . ” (13). Oh, that’s so cool. 

“ . . . Myriam had spent the day following them around, keeping tabs on which was the most beautiful” (13). That’s so funny. I imagine the peacocks being like, What is this thing following us around?

“She gathered lichen and wedged it into the narrow black crack, wetting the patch with pond water” (14). Isn’t the Evertree in the middle of Nilo??? It’s near a pond???

“ . . . The tree was dying” (15). I genuinely forgot why it’s dying. I know it’s something to do with the Wyrm, but I don’t remember how.

Chapter 3

“In Zhong, she’s perfected a serene smile, warm enough to honor the person’s interest but chilly enough to discourage handshakes and questions” (16). Parallels to Meilin’s very first chapter in Wild Born?

“Lately Jhi had started to take Meilin to task whenever she slipped into rudeness. It was very annoying” (17). See, this is the dynamic the Bile robbed us of in the first arc.

“Essix the Falcon is not a messenger pigeon! Essix eats messenger pigeons for breakfast!” (18). Why didn’t Rollan just send a messenger pigeon? 

 “ . . . and I’m not asking this lightly. But you must come to Greenhaven as soon as you can . . . ” (19). This does not sound like Rollan at all.

Rollan signs his letter “Your Rollan” and then in the immediate next paragraph, Meilin refers to him as her “friend”. 

Abeke has gotten even more muscular! Slay!

“But Meilin knew what her friend would really want her opinion on. ‘I like your new skinnier braids’ . . . ” (20). When has Abeke ever shown interest in hairstyles, though???

“‘Oh no! What have we done?’” (21). This quote is so weird??? I don’t know, it just feels off.

So far, the vibe in general feels weird . . . 

“ . . . Abeke said, looking at Kovo with something almost like sympathy” (23). Why, though??? Why is she sympathetic?

“‘You’re polite as always, Takoda,’ Rollan said to the boy, a complicated expression on his face” (24)). I feel like I remember Rollan being suspicious of Takoda . . . is that what this is???

Kovo drawing the Wyrm symbol on a landscape??? What is the landscape, though??? I don’t remember this . . .

Chapter 4

“‘I came down here to study while we were training’” (29). Literally when??? When did Meilin ever go to the library???

“The tortoise blinked its rheumy eyes at them and yawned” (30). I wonder if Meilin ever thought of the tortoise as being slow, like she did with Jhi.

“‘ . . . the Lost Lands is contained in here’” (33). Stetriol also had a nickname??? Eura’s the only one without a nickname, now . . . 

“At the elbow, where the living tendril ended, the knob of it throbbed and shifted, curling into new visions of the same shape” (38). So it’s in a spiral shape even as it squirms up? That’s odd.

Chapter 5

“ . . . and now he was going to lose the people he loved most in the world because of it” (39). Is he??? Also, awwww, that’s cute (that he thinks of them as the people he lives most in the world). 

“He felt his face twist into a humiliated scowl” (39). Oh my god, he’s becoming Meilin.

“Rollan wouldn’t give up. He threw his arms around his friend. ‘You’ve been disgusting ever since we’ve known you’” (40). It’s so awesome that I can actually see the character growth from the last arc. 

“‘Rollan and Abeke are our best trackers. . . ’” (42). Getting the feeling that I missed something? Rollan can track? 

“Meilin and Rollan were staring at each other with moony longing . . . ” (42). Why do they do this in front of other people???

“With one move, she’d told him she wasn’t scared of his sickness” (42). Personally, I think that moment is far superior to Meilin and Rollan staring at each other.

Chapter 6

“Takoda had spent his life in sandals, and now he was wearing a pair of heavy boots he’d borrowed from Conor” (44). I feel like I remember Takoda living somewhere else before the monastery??? Did he really wear sandals? Or did he go bare foot before that?

“He probably wouldn’t say no if they asked him to be a Greencloak someday” (45). Kovo would, though, lol.

“It was a moment that would forever be seared in Takoda’s memory . . . Takoda couldn’t imagine a spirit animal relationship more different from his own” (46). Funny, because Meilin’s relationship was pretty similar to Takoda’s during the first arc.

“ . . . the Great Beast that had nearly conquered the world - stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the leader of the Greencloaks” (48). Symbolizing the new relationship that the Greencloaks forged with the Great Beasts in general?

“If only he and Kovo knew more than ten symbols, he could explain the danger” (50). He can explain the danger anyway, right? Kovo understands Common.

I forgot whether Kovo recognizes this place or not.

“‘Kovo saved your life’” (53). Okay, so Kovo killed Briggan, who bonded to Conor, who killed Kovo, who then saved his life. Parallels???

“It was like the earth itself had a mouth, open and hungry, waiting for prey to fall in” (54). If they’re in the mountains between Zhong and Eura, how do they get to Nilo, where the Evertree is? Because this is where they fall, right?

I do not remember Kovo and the others fighting over the door??? Huh.

“Calmly, as easily as if it had been made of wet paper, Kovo reached up and plucked off his collar” (59). So ominous.

Chapter 7

“‘. . . and we’ll stop in and say hello to all the shop owners you stole from back in the day’” (60). Okay, I need Rollan to go back to that Valdez guy and push him around a bit. Just a bit.

“ . . . memories of the handsome blond boy resurfaced in unexpected moments” (62). First Shane reference in second arc!

“‘Many of the people of Northern Amaya are nomadic, following the herds throughout the year . . . ’” (63). Rollan doesn’t sound like Rollan at all.

“‘Where to?’ Rollan asked. ‘Anywhere!’ ‘No seriously, where to?’” (64). It feels like they swapped Rollan and Abeke’s personalities? I kind of like it, though. More foil theory fodder.

Rollan caused a stampede??? Wow, I clearly remember close to nothing from this book.

This whole scene is very . . . different??? In a good way, though. There isn’t much Rollan and Abeke friendship in the first arc, so now that they’re alone, it feels strange. But I like it.

Chapter 8

“‘Meilin,’ Conor said in low tones. He placed a tentative hand on her back. ‘I’m as angry as you are . . . ’” (73). Conor and Meilin friendship is all but nonexistent in the first arc, but it feels like they made up for that in the second arc.

“‘King. Worthless,’ Takoda translated” (76). King??? Who’s the king? What king??? Is it Takoda?

“‘I have to tell you that I miss him’” (76). Doesn’t putting your spirit animal in passive make you stronger to some extent? They fought off the “bonding sickness” from the staff at the end of the last arc that way.

“Stop it, Meilin. Terror is your enemy” (79). Giving major first-book-Meilin energy.

Chapter 9

“‘You have more in common with Kovo than you think’” (82). Conor getting mad!

“ . . . the torchlight seemed to have the monster dazzled” (83). The Many’s weakness being light is not something I remember. 

“ . . . a spiral, just like the one on Zerif’s forehead . . . ” (84). I wonder if Conor thought that Zerif would eventually become one of these things.

“The light bomb seemed to affect the ghoulish creatures much more strongly . . . ” (87). I wonder if the Wyrm itself is sensitive to light? Or Zerif?

“Then Takoda gasped, like he’d been punched, and in a flash Kovo became a tattoo on the boy’s neck” (88). Why does it hurt for Takoda to take Kovo into passive state? Did Kovo want it to hurt? Can he do that?

“Although she closed her eyes to slits, they streamed tears, even in the dim light” (88). Oh, so it’s just because the Many are Sadreans, not because they’re Many. 

“‘It’s okay,’ came a voice Conor knew as well as his own” (89). Aw, Conor-Meilin moment(?)!

“‘You’ve come to stop the Wyrm . . . ’” (91). Why does Xanthe think that? Was there a prophecy or something?

Chapter 10

I kind of wonder if the city or tribe you’re from is like a last name in Erdas. They say “Abeke of Okaihee” and “Rollan of Concorba” as someone would say a full name.

“Abeke longed to see her father and sister again” (96). Why??? They are literally so abusive . . . this is just one thing about this series I’ll never accept.

“‘I’ve never seen a horse take such an instant disliking to someone’” (98). Rollan’s horse rivalry saga continues. 

“ . . . The leopard lay down in the earth, head resting on her paws, and started up at him” (98). Wasn’t it mentioned that Uraza didn’t really approve of Tellun in The Evertree? Also, in Tales of the Great Beasts, she never, ever bows down before Tellun. Neither do the other Great Beasts . . . ?

“‘You make him sound so serious.’ Anda laughed. ‘I just think of him as my elk. And I’m his boy’” (99). I still think it was definitely a choice to have a leader of the Great Beasts. I also like Anda’s attitude toward Tellun. Less awed, more of a “oh, yeah, ha ha, that happened” type. 

“‘My elk is silly most of the time; I’m not sure why he’s being so serious today . . . ’ . . . ‘Why didn’t you ever tell me you were that important?’” (99). This line makes no sense. Anda knows that the elk he summoned is Tellun, but didn’t realize he was important? What exactly did Tellun tell him?

“Though she and her family had worked through their differences . . . ” (100). When??? It went straight from Abeke’s father saying he didn’t care about her at all to Abeke and her family “making up” at the end of The Evertree. 

“‘They could gossip in the woman’s tent and sip herbal teas together’” (101). Oh, he’s a sexist. Also, if he believes so much in gender roles, how come Anda told Abeke that the men would have loved to go hunting with her? Wouldn’t they have scorned her just like her father?

“‘ . . . I’m closer to my family now than I ever was before I left Okaihee . . . ’” (102). That’s unfortunate. She’s closer, or she’s just learned to put up with their abuse?

“At the sight of his son’s crying, Anda’s father’s face tightened into a frown” (103). Presenting, the manliest masculine manly man, who can’t handle the sight of a guy crying.

Chapter 11

“ . . . Xanthe looked even more like the strange beings that had attacked them . . . ” (105). Can’t tell if Conor is trying to say Xanthe looks like the monsters, or that the monsters look human. 

“ . . . Meilin allowed Xanthe to help her to her feet” (105). She what???

“ . . . the rising air smelled vaguely like the hot stones his mother had once used to warm his bed . . . ” (107). All I could think about reading this was that one scene from the Shadow and Bone show.

“Conor smiled as he imagined [Meilin’s] outraged expression” (108). Conor and Meilin’s relationship is peaking in this series. Said this before, I think, but there are no good Conor-Meilin moments in the first book. At all (in my humble opinion).

“‘Are you scared of heights, Meilin?’” (111). I don’t remember this at all??? I think she was scared of spiders because of the Drina situation and the Webmother, but heights???

“ . . . it seemed some Sadreans had spirit animals, too” (113). Right, but before the Second Devourer War, they would’ve had bonding sickness, right??? Right??? Because they didn’t have access to the Nectar??? Plot hole???

“‘Our man of mystery,’ Meilin said in amazement as she watched Takoda stride forward and introduce himself to the nearby Sadreans. ‘Shy with us and assertive with everyone else’” (114). Yeah, why’s that??? Just pointing it out doesn’t change the fact that it makes no sense.

“‘I’m not afraid of heights, you dummy’” (115). Oh my god, this is too funny.

“By the time they’d stepped onto the city’s rock floor, Conor and Meilin were breathless with laughter” (115). That’s so cute . . . they’re acting twelve again!

This trap system is really cool, it just needs some archers and it’s good to go.

My guess: the screamers fail somehow, and that’s how they get attacked by the Many (I seriously don’t remember anything about this plotline). 

“‘This shows the founding of Erdas’ . . . ‘ . . . become the civilization known as the Hellans’” (121). Where did the Hellans come from??? How do you “found” a whole world???

“ . . . Briggan and Jhi and Uraza were pictured near one another, friends even way back then” (122). Where’s Essix? Also, it’s funny, because in Tales of the Great Beasts, Uraza insults dogs and glorifies cats. Kind of want to know Great Beast Uraza and Great Beast Briggan’s relationship.

“‘He told the Hellans about the danger of the Wyrm and gave us our task . . . ’” (123). Right, but doesn’t Kovo hate humans?

“ . . . ‘the Evertree’s roots withered, and the Wyrm’s egg dropped . . . new roots began to grow where the old had been . . . much weaker than before . . . the fall cracked the egg, allowing small gray parasites . . . to spill out’” (123). I think it’s so interesting how they managed to make the original series’ climax be the cause of this new problem.

Ooooooookay, I was wrong. The screamers did work. 

“His body broke into shudders, and he couldn't make it stop” (126). Conor had a panic attack?

Chapter 12

“Aynar had mapped them a trail that would lead back to the Tellun’s Pride II . . . ” (132). Wait, so, Tellun literally gets stolen in the time it takes to go back the same way they came? Wow. That’s . . . sad.

“‘Anda is scratching the leader of the Great Beasts’” (133). How come nobody had this reaction with the Four Fallen? I mean some did, but Rollan was all “oh yeah, I summoned a Great Beast”, like he wasn’t in awe or anything???

“‘It’s confusing to me, too. It’s Tellun, but he’s not using his boomy voice’” (134). Again, Essix wanting to follow Tellun is so weird. Like, I just think the idea of a leader of the Great Beasts is a stupid idea in general, but whatever.

How did Rollan not see anything in the north, when an attack came so soon after?

“‘But I think he can communicate freely with any animal he meets’” (138). So, Tellun can: turn a desert into a lush forest in a matter of minutes, communicate with any animal he meets, and invoke awe. Is it just me, or are his powers all over the place?

“‘My father and I only started to understand each other recently, but our love was there all along’” (138). Okay, that’s it. Did they just refer to the relationship between Abeke and her father as “loving”?

“He dreamed of Artica, of balancing on an ice floe with Meilin . . . ” (141). Is this a reference to the fact that Fire and Ice is the first book in the series with major Rollan-Meilin moments?

“He recognized this awful pain. Rollan had felt it once before, under a bloodred sky at the end of the world” (142). Wasn’t that bonding sickness caused by the Staff of Cycles? And the bonding sickness is gone now, right???

Ohhhhh, so the bonding sickness comes from the Evertree being sick, and the Evertree is sick again . . . so . . . there’s bonding sickness again???

Chapter 13

“[Kovo] roared” (147). Why’s he just roaring at the Sadreans??? Is he good?

“Each of the elders came forward and did the same, choosing a different part of Kovo to honor . . . ” (148). I do not remember this ritual . . . at all.

“Immediately Jhi was covered in color . . . She looked delighted by it” (148). The elders: *doing an ancient ritual* Jhi: Play time!

“Xanthe scrutinized the panda’s belly, then she, too, threw her arms around Jhi” (149). But she just met Jhi???

“‘This isn’t precisely what I’d call a feast, not exactly,’ Conor said . . . ” (149). Conor being rude? No way . . .

“ . . . or, more distantly, her mother” (152). Her mother died giving birth to her, though???

Huh, Meilin also had a dream about Rollan and her rotting bond.

Jhi can stop noise???

“They’d gotten the high-speed summoning down to a science . . . ” (155). How high-speed, though?

“ . . . Conor managed a wicked grin” (157). Who is this guy?

Wow, Meilin be using the Many like a surfboard.

“ . . . he took her trembling frame fully in his arms” (165). I can’t get a handle on Takoda despite reading a whole-ass chapter from his perspective.

KOVO IS JEALOUS???

“‘Give her a second!’ Takoda snapped” (165). Honestly, yeah.

“His eyes were a bit too wild. His smile was a bit too stretched” (170). Did the Wyrm change him physically besides the parasite, though?

Chapter 14

“ . . . cruel Gerathon was the one who most often stalked his dreams” (171). Why??? Shouldn’t it be Kovo?

“Gone were the days of allowing Zerif to call the first shot; Abeke gave no warning before letting her arrow fly” (172). Parallels to shooting Zerif in Against the Tide? Also, when had she ever let Zerif call the first shot?

“Anda had started to flee . . . ” (173). So he’s flight out of fight-or-flight.

“‘Tell me, plainsboy, you only just summoned the Great Elk. Have you mastered his dormant state?’” (176). Okay, but Tellun died first, meaning that he was reborn first. So shouldn’t Anda have had enough time??? To learn? In Tales of the Fallen Beasts, Dawson summons Rumfuss into passive, so . . . that means that Anda should’ve also had enough time to learn to summon Tellun. Also, it’s up to the spirit animal, so Tellun can just go into passive if he chooses???

 “ . . . the mysterious figure wore a long, stiff crimson cloak. Even if there hadn’t been a hood hanging low over his head, a curious mask - a single white plate, like one huge scale of a reptile - covered his features. The stranger stride forward fearlessly, the fingers of one leather-gloved hand flexing and unflexing” (179). I love the Redcloaks’ outfit, actually. I love how it manages to cover every part of the body, the body, the face, the hair, and the hands. Also, the masks are supposed to be reminiscent of their spirit animal, right? So how come Shane’s isn’t a crocodile???

“But with one long stride, the red-cloaked stranger was in front of Abeke” (180). Awwwww.

Okay: unpopular opinion (probably . . . ): I don’t like that Anda lost his spirit animal. I think that Shane should’ve showed up earlier to help save Tellun, then disappeared as usual. Anda would’ve joined Rollan and Abeke and it would’ve helped us flesh out Tellun and his powers more. But now, all that’s left are broken relationships.

I get that it was to set up a sense of failure and hopelessness, but instead, the failure could’ve maybe come from letting Anda get so hurt?

Final thoughts and rating:

I really liked the description of Sadre. It was done pretty well. The colors made it seem so foreign, and I like that. The newer Conor-Meilin bond is so good. I don’t remember a single moment in the first series where they had such a moment. I did like Xanthe as a character. Rollan and Abeke’s relationship is amazing in this book as well. Conor getting angry and being rude in some places was something I enjoyed personally, because it shows his development from the last series. Kovo returning, and this time being on the side of the protagonists was an amazing direction to take the story, because it explains how complicated the first arc really was. I really like how mistrustful-but-grudgingly-playing-nice relationship between the group and Kovo was cemented, as well. 

Rollan didn’t really feel like Rollan for parts of the book, and while I get that it’s because he matured, it’s possible to mature a character and still have them be recognizable. I thought Anda losing Tellun was straight up unnecessary. We could’ve finally learned about Tellun’s powers, but instead Tellun gets taken and we don’t. I still don’t understand how the Sadreans had spirit animals without getting the bonding sickness, since they didn’t have access to Nectar. I absolutely despised the way they’ve glorified Abeke’s relationship to her father, and especially after she’d come such a long way to understand that family sometimes wasn’t biological. I also didn’t like that this arc wasn’t even a little foreshadowed in the first arc, though that’s a more minor thing. 

Rating: 9/10

[thekrows-nest]

(anon) Oh man, I drew so slow we're off the costumes now and onto another au of... weredoves?

When I was thinking of story ideas a while back I actually did think about Dove as a literal Dove. Or a Dove that had very birdlike features.

But they were mainly something silly to wind up Krow with on a slow day or as an Easter egg, I ended up not sharing because it seemed like I was having too much fun at birb boi's expense.

If you wanted to read what I wrote about it: "(anon)

Just leaving these thoughts here for a laugh.

Soft: You know how you skritch a birds neck and they happily/sleepily close their eyes? That for Krow. Possibly while brushing or braiding their hair.

Drama: Naila makes a mistake and *poof* Dove gets turned into a bird.

Silly: Krow has gone off the deep end. Their friends listen awkwardly to them gushing about their new companion - Dove's soft voice, their intelligent eyes, Krow's fears for their safety around others, and how this one is coming home with them no matter what. Only to find Krow in the park attempting to capture a pigeon with a net. Dove was always a real bird."

It would be cool to see how shapes and body language translate between species. I have some ideas but I'm so slow and picky at art 😭

Nah nah there's still costumes. After all the poll has a bit more time left before it closes (though I am pretty sure I already know the winning result lmao)

Dove being an Actual Dove is also a very silly and funny au. Very much has like, Hatoful Boyfriend vibes.

That is very true for Krow. Giving tender affection and attention around his hair, massaging his head or neck, would definitely have him sleepily close his eyes and relax a lot. Gently playing with his hair is something he loves very much.

fbsdljhgfz Naila just "Oh I hate it when realities tangle like this. Now I'll need to sit for a bit and get it neat again."

That would also be a very funny au. Dove is an actual bird that Krow has and is VERY fond of. Absolutely becomes known around when having Dove on his shoulder or carrying them on his hand or something.

I believe in you nonnie! You got this! And don't worry, I am also slow and picky with art!