#Flights Of Fancy

[nightfaeses]

lovebird 💕 speedpaint under the cut!

[mysterymastere]

I'd love to use hypnosis to be an evil genie and grant wishes to vulnerable girls.

[howifeltabouthim]

It was no use giving himself instructions and upbraiding himself for being irrational. Immense flights of fantasy were taking place.

Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat

[kits-shrine]

Reila smiled as she sat back down, “You know I really like the way you say my name.”

"I really like saying your name." Kagu replied a little surprised at how true that was.

[wickedzeevyln]

Deep Pockets

Thoughtless What would it be like to get there, to look outside a window, searching, confused, lost, and see that everything I love and know is no longer there? Even as I smudge this screen with thoughts and shuddering emotions dressed as words, I can’t help but feel powerless in recounting the tale of dashing through time’s wilderness. The snapping jaws of life, like the teeth of a bear trap,…

[departmentq]

What if Section 31 is just a front?

Smoke, mirrors, and explosions. All to distract from the real dark intelligence forces, which is run by an ageless looking blue shirted career Starfleet lieutenant, buried in a small windowless office in the bureaucratic heart of Spacedock, or <gasp> starbase 80, with a innocuous department title like Resources Coordinator, but just understands how to get things done.

One touch of a PADD and Romulan merchant shipping is disrupted for a critical week, or the Pakled embassy explodes, or a Klingon Battle Wing appears in a remote star system.

Like a spy version of Catch 22's Milo Minderbinder, but more covert. No one knows how The Lieutenant got there, how long they've been there, or their CV, but it's understood (on the DL) that, if necessary, they can move fleets.

[paynomindtomyidiocy]

Flights of Fancy

After Safiya Sinclair

Cans of soda keep their fizz for years – much longer than plastic bottles, which inevitably expand and contract, air seeping out ’til none is left, lifeless liquid lying static, line against the bottle, flat. The bottles I have tucked against the seats before me have crinkled sharply as the plane descend on the other side of the Atlantic, left a thorny, jagged husk by the changing pressure of the cabin air. Embrace the pressure: it’ll turn your skin to diamond, split you apart and set you rolling in the mud, lost and looking. What can I say? My soul goes every night outside my body; roams in and under, over, through the walls; it scours this silver city’s sunken skyline. She’s crying for her past and future self, screaming out and hearing nothing in return; she’s tearing at the seams and comes undone but she’s not done and in the silence now a crack, a hiss of air, a whisper: “You’re lost forever.”

[fisherrprince]

UMINAOSHI - KHUX Multiple Animator Project (MAP)

⚠️ glitch/flashing images warning! ⚠️

Thank you so so much to the 13 animators who collabed on this project! It was such a blast and it came out so pretty, and it was such a pleasure to work with y'all :]

[witherby]

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Flight of Fancy

Part 3 of Damian x Winged!Reader

Masterlist is Here!

You spend a while in the air, examining bats while trying not to disturb them. The first couple clusters you approach all scatter with panicked squeaking and fly out of the cave's multiple exits. Damian watches you readjust your strategy, trying different speeds and distances, until you figure out that you can watch them peacefully if you don't beat your wings so hard and don't get closer than about six feet away.

You're so polite as you watch them, holding Damian's words in mind. You keep your hands laced together behind your back, content to simply observe, and Damian does the same of you but on a more professional scale.

Armed with a pad and pen, he takes down all the information he's collected of you so far:

Bleeds gold

Physiologically a teen/young adult

Wingspan approx. 2x their height

White wings, full range of motion

Capable of long-distance flight

Limited world knowledge (didn't know the word for bat)

Learns languages via salivic exchange

Kidnapped from home (unknown location)

Real name unknown

Date of birth unknown

Species - winged metahuman

Dubbed "Project Angel" by Le—

Damian is about to finish writing, but the notepad gets snatched out of his hand by his older brother Jason.

"Whuh'ssits?" He mumbles around a mouthful of burrito, holding his snack in one hand and the pad in the other, high above Damian's head.

"Red Hood!" The boy snaps, irritated and embarrassed. He jumps for the pad but it's too far, and elects to start climbing his brother like a jungle gym. "Give me that! I'm making important observations about my ward!"

"Ward?" He smirks, after swallowing. "What ward? Looks like you're cooking up another OC to draw."

Damian's cheeks flush a brilliant red. The domino mask barely conceals his embarrassed, wide gaze. Even if he was doing that, which he wasn't, it never hurts to plan out his concepts before following through!!

"Look up, genius! And go put on something to cover your stupid face!"

"Am I a genius or stupid?" Jason asks, shaking him off. "Are you gettin' shy on me? You love showin' off your art when it's done, what's the problem —"

The pad gets ripped from his hands and Jason goes flying when a powerful gust of wind knocks him backwards. You land protectively in front of Damian, with your wings fully extended to make yourself look bigger, and bare your teeth. Distantly, he notes that you have pointed canines.

"Are you injured?" You ask Damian.

"No," he says, lifting a hand as if to place it on your back. He hesitates, unwilling to hurt or disturb your wings, and drops it again. "Stand down. That man is my brother, not a threat."

"Brother..." you mutter, frowning.

"Kin," Damian tries, which you seem to understand. "Hood, are you injured?"

"Am I in— I just got blown across the fucking room!" Jason snaps. When he sits up, he's got the red, half-mask on that covers him from nose to jaw, and he's aiming a gun at you. The severity of his appearance is significantly dulled by the burrito innards splattered all over the front of his hoodie.

"Who are you."

"This is your kin?" You ask, dubious. "He is aiming a weapon at us, from which you could be harmed. That's normal?"

Damian's mouth forms a thin line. There isn't time to cover the family's overcomplicated dynamics right this second, so he just kind of shrugs and nods.

"Mostly, yes," he admits. "Let me by."

You fold one of your wings against your back so Damian can step past you, then re-extend it and continue glaring at Jason. Jason glares right back, finger hovering over the trigger.

"Put the gun down. I rescued them on my patrol tonight." Damian steps right in front of the pistol. Jason eases his finger off immediately, but doesn't lower it. "Batman has tasked me with keeping them safe until they can be relocated in the morning. They're not a threat."

"Tell that to my busted back," Jason grunts, but he does eventually concede to putting his weapon down, and climbs to his feet. "Jesus, my favorite fucking hoodie is wrecked. If I can't get these stains out, you owe me a new one, Winx Club!"

"That's not my name," you scowl, feathers ruffling. The rippling effect it has is mesmerizing.

"Do I look like I give a shit? I'm heading upstairs, this blows." Jason stuffs the gun in the pocket of his hoodie lackadaisically, then points a finger at Damian as he takes his leave. "It's bad enough you've got a whole petting zoo of animals. Don't start collecting humanoid strays, too."

"Go to bed, Red Hood," Damian grumbles, turning to you. Your eyes trail after Jason, maintaining your threatening stance until he's completely out of sight. You straighten up and relax your wings, slowly folding them up again.

"I dislike him," you say, crossing your arms.

"He's a... difficult personality," Damian says, fully aware of the hypocrisy of that statement. He barrels forward, curious. "You stood up for me, even when he was seconds from shooting you. Why?"

You tilt your head like he's asked a particularly stupid question.

"You saved me," you state simply. "I am indebted to you."

"It's my job to save others. I protect this city with my family."

"I am not from your city, and you helped me all the same."

"You're in it, however temporarily, which makes your well-being my priority."

You hum, head gently tilting one direction in contemplation. Damian absently compares it to a bunny, or a curious puppy dog.

"Even so," you conclude, "I will repay your kindness. If it's in my power to do it, you will have it, Robin."

"I don't need anything from you," Damian says, not unkindly. "There's no debt I'm owed. I wanted you safe, and that's the long and short of it."

You don't argue it further, but there's still a small frown on your face. Again, Damian's eyes are drawn to your lips. He feels his heart rate get a little faster.

"Would it sate you if I asked for knowledge in return?" He offered. "You can still say no; I'm not going to make you tell me anything you don't want."

You perk up a bit, nodding. You both snap your heads when Jason shows back up, shouting.

"HEY, DID YOUR NOTEPAD SAY "LEARNS LANGUAGES VIA SALIVIC EXCHANGE" BY THE WAY? HOW DID YOU FIND THAT OUT?"

Damian turns back to you with burning cheeks. He notices that you blush gold, too.

[eternalsnowfan02]

It's still December 2nd somewhere. Happy birthday, Rook! I adore his Victorian waif, visited-by-3-ghosts-or-maybe-is-one-of-the-ghosts get-up and needed to draw it. I ALSO came up with a design for Pomefiore issue pajamas and cosplayed them... almost a year ago? And figured this was a great time to draw that and toss it on the pile. (And then his Neige-brand hair clips smacked me with a Vision of what his Savanaclaw era sleepwear might have looked like, so I HAD to draw that.)

[hypewinter]

After Danny exposed Vlad and his corrupt dealings, the older halfa got the last laugh by getting his blacklists from all engineering jobs. Desperate for a job Danny ends up applying for a personal assistant position and he actually gets it. It only takes him a week to see how detached Bruce Wayne is from his own company. AND he has his 16 year old son running it as CEO!? No way is he letting that slide.

[nightfaeses]

late night drive (speedpaint below cut)

[thewaether]

Vamp & Hole's date

[aristoteliancomplacency]

I present to you the work of another painter of fish plates. Y’know how you use ‘scare quotes’ for various purposes, including indicating that you’re not actually sure about The Thing?

Well, this guy was so bad at whatever he was painting that we call him…

The ‘tadpole’ painter:

Here’s another example:

This one was sold as part of the Graham Geddes collection at Bonham’s auction house in 2008 for £2,040.

They describe it as ‘three fish including a wrasse with dorsal spines, an angler-fish, the rounded body with multiple black dots, two large round eyes with pupils, an open mouth with teeth bared, and a ray with pointed face, the body with multiple black dots’.

Which like… bold fucking move missing out the fact that they have legs. Though I can’t say I envy whoever had to write the description.

[kits-shrine]

As Reila watched the portal close, she spoke, “Uncle Roric, I think I’m in love.”

Kagu stood looking around his fairly minimalistic house with one thought. 'I need to get more shiney things'

He moved to take inventory of his promised supplies, restless feeling in his soul replaces with an eager warmth.

[kuerie]

ahh, my little friend. my little friend who is banned in 8 continents.

artshop! for those interested~ (this was a commission, the dragon is not mine!)

original dragon

very silly guy!