#I was hesitant on posting this cuz it's unfinished and supposed to be more than these 2 sketches

[dawdlecentric]

Late 🎂 post for Bocchi-chan 🎉

Keep on rocking 🎸🎶

[mrslackles]

The Right to Remain Silent

Summary: Beth's FBI. Rio's... not.

[A/N: This is an unfinished work that I scrapped but I’m posting because of this tag game. I rounded out writing three of the main parts of the first chapter that I already had mostly done so it would be readable, but like I said, it is most certainly unfinished; there are whole middle chunks missing that I never got around to writing.]

**

“Ruby, do you think there's any way back once you're a bad person?”

She can almost hear her best friend frown on the other end of the line.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, if you've crossed over, do you think it’s possible to find your way back?”

There’s silence for a moment. Then Ruby lets out a breath. 

“I… I guess it depends how far you went. How bad what you did is.”

“The worst.” She swallows. “The worst possible everything.”

**

One week earlier

**

Beth’s feeling really good about herself.

So good that she’s even considering buying everyone in the office coffee. She thinks she’ll drink hers here, though. At least her first cup. She’s still high off yesterday’s bust and she doesn’t need the humdrum of today spoiling it just yet.

The barista smiles at her, catching her eye, then winks and goes ahead making her usual order.

“Lemme get that for you.”

Beth turns. There’s a guy beside her facing forward, his collar up, but he’s looking at her from the corner of his eye.

She smiles. “That’s not necessary.”

“Oh, but I wanna.”

“No, thank you,” she says more firmly, letting the smile go.

“Oh, c'mon darlin,” he says, voice smooth as honey. “How else’s a guy s’pposed to get a beautiful woman’s attention?”

This gets under her collar then seeps into her bones, sending a shiver down her back. Weird. Weird.

“Well, I'm married.”

She’s still trying to process this – a man hitting on her – when he suddenly turns to face her and, oh.

“Since when has that ever stopped anybody, Elizabeth?”

Her mouth falls open – at his appearance, at the tattoo, at him knowing her name – but he doesn’t give her the chance to speak.

“Sit down.”

There’s no room for arguing in his tone, face stony in an instant, and she follows him to a table with her heart fluttering in her throat. There’s a cat-like fluidity to the way he walks and she takes this in analytically before sitting, back straight.

She folds her hands into her lap, trying to shake off the surprise.

“What gang are you affiliated with?”

“Shit, first you don't want me to buy you a drink now you wanna take down my pants?”

There’s something about him – the lewdness? His smirk? The way he takes her in with gleaming eyes? – that unnerves her, but she tells herself it’s still just the shock letting it all get to her.

“How did you find me?”

He sits back in his seat, folding his hands; almost mocking her own posture.

“You raided a warehouse of mine yesterday.”

God. She clears her throat.

“You want your money back?”

She’d caught the line of his gun beneath his jacket; is slowly trying to survey the café to figure out if he’s alone.

“Naw. See, you asked how I found you,” he points at her.

“So then what do you want?”

Now he leans onto the table, steepling his fingers.

“Your hubby, he ain’t a real stand-up guy, huh?” He makes as if to give her a chance to speak then barrels right ahead. “Fucked around on you then getting himself into debt with some real rough guys.”

Breathe, Beth. Breathe.

“What are you talking about?”

He seems amused – he knows more than her and he’s relishing it.

“He been real flush lately?”

And she wants to say no instantly, but – he’d suddenly paid for the house after they’d been struggling to make the payment. He’d said he’d sold a car, but…

“You’re trying to bribe me,” she says, voice tinny.

“Nah,” he scoffs, laughing like she’s told a joke. “I’m tryna keep the limbs on all your loved ones. Y’know, they’re called loan sharks for a reason.”

Her hands are no longer folded, wringing each other.

“H-how are you going to do that?”

He shrugs cavalierly. “You need money, I got lots of it. We could be friends, and I like helping out my friends.”

He watches her, waiting, but she doesn’t react; doesn’t respond. She’s frozen, too stunned by this influx of information; this situation.

Not only had Dean torn their family apart, he’d also put them in danger? And she’d left her children with him to take this assignment; to get away. And now her babies could end up being collateral in more ways than just that one.

“Your hubby’s in the hole for ten grand,” he informs her, leaning over the table a little. “So I’m thinkin… a cool thirty gees?”

She stares.

“You’re going to pay me thirty thousand dollars for doing nothing?”

“Naw, darlin; nothin’s for nothin.”

“So what do you want?”

“Colleague of yours, an agent… Donnegan?” She nods and he continues: “Had a drug bust a week ago. My intel says the pills are still in your evidence room – I got a third party who’s real interested.”

“You’re insane.”

He grins, delighted, as if this is a compliment.

She shakes her head. “I can’t just take evidence, that’s not how things work!”

He shrugs. “Bat your lashes, sign it out for another ‘investigation’ – whatever it takes. I’m sure you’ll think of somethin.”

Before she can say anything – say whether she’s going to do it – he jumps up, kicking his chair back as he juts a thumb outward.

“That’s my boy, Mick.”

She follows his finger to see a tattooed man standing outside.

“He’s gonna take care of you. Make sure you got the details for the drop; that you all set up for payment.”

And then, with a quick squeeze of her shoulder, he’s gone.

**

She nearly growls when Dean’s voice finally crackles across the line, greeting cheery. 

“Hi, you.”

“Tell me right now and don’t lie to me: did you get money from loan sharks to pay for the house?”

There’s silence for far too long, loaded.

“Bethie, I was going to tell you—”

“Oh my god,” she sucks in a breath. 

“But, see, I knew you’d react that way!”

“Because you put our lives in danger! Do you know what those people do to the families of people who don’t pay them?”

“I know this all seems really scary, but it’s not as bad as it sounds.”

He’s always done that. She’s been a cop for years and he still makes it sound like she’s a little girl who isn’t capable of anything.

Even Bethie – she’s started hating how he’s always babied her name.

“What’s not as bad as it sounds, Dean?” she humours him.

“These aren’t the guys you’re used to, these are good guys.”

“They’re loan sharks.”

“No! Well… yeah. But they were really worried about our situation and so understanding when I couldn’t pay last month—”

“Oh my god, we’re already behind?”

“Beth. Bethie. I’m going to take care of it, ok?”

“No.”

She looks up from the floor to the evidence locker.

“I am.”

**

[Beth does the drop, gets paid then is forced into having dinner with Rio, after which he drives her to where she’s staying and invites himself inside]

Rio walks around, inspecting the place as she stands frozen by the entrance-way table.

“You have guys around?”

“I told you I was married.”

He turns back to meet her eyes.

“And I told you I know he's a dirtbag.”

“And that gives me permission to sleep around?”

His lip quirks up a little.

“Kinda does, yeah.”

“Well, I’m not that kind of person.”

“And what kinda person is that?”

“Vows mean something to me.”

“Like the one to serve and protect your country?”

And this jerks down her back, just like he wanted it to. He’s smirking and she’s driven forward, seething.

“So this is what you do? You recruit people, pay them, come and scope out their homes for when you need to intimidate them later?”

She wants to take him down a notch, wants to figure out how to get under his skin too, but he doesn’t seem bothered by her tone.

“Naw, house calls ain’t usually my thing.”

“So then what are you still doing here?”

He’s looking at her strangely, shoulders jerking as he comes closer.

“If you wanna know what I’m doing here, Elizabeth, you gotta stop thinking like a cop and start thinking like—”

“A criminal?” she snickers. “Quantico already taught me that lesson, but thanks.”

He smiles, eyes gleaming.

“…A woman.”

And now the shiver down her back is different – but it’s half anger. Is this why he’s here; is that why her? Because he’d wanted to sleep with her?

“Why did you choose me?”

It’s maybe the first thing she’s said all night that seems to throw him.

“’Scuse me?”

“Mick told me that there were other options – better options – but you chose me.”

“He’s got some loose lips this week.”

She folds her arms.

“Why?”

He stares back at her, seemingly conflicted, then backs up to lean against the table.

She waits and it’s a long few seconds before he finally speaks.

“I was there the day of your bust. Was rollin by to check on shit, y’know. But then I saw what was goin on and pulled ’round to the west side of the building.” He hesitates, eyes on the floor. “Saw you.”

He says this like it’s supposed to explain exactly what he means, but she shakes her head in confusion.

“Ok…”

Now he looks up, though not quite at her.

“While you was havin your… personal moment.”

Oh, god.

Everything had suddenly hit her – what Dean had done, how much she’s missing her children and the girls – and she’d had to excuse herself for a few moments.  

But she tries not to cower; not to show how endlessly humiliated she is.

“So you chose me because you saw me cry on the job?” 

Rio blinks slowly, thoughtfully. He swallows.

And when he speaks, it’s soft; nearly inaudible.

“I chose you ’cuz it looked like you needed choosing.”

And she should breathe, should force air into her lungs, but instead -- instead she finds herself stepping closer. 

She doesn’t breathe, doesn’t think, as her legs brush against his.

His eyes are on her, warm and wanting ­– god, when last has anyone looked at her like this?

She’s frozen now, has gone as far as she can, and he straightens up. Then his hand is slipping past her hair to cup her face, angle it up to his. And he’s so warm and she shouldn’t be doing this, but she can’t think to stop; can’t remember why she should be running in the other direction.

When he kisses her, it’s soft. Softer than it should be; softer than he should be. It makes her gasp a little and then she’s pressing closer, kissing him back harder because it feels so right even though it’s all so wrong, wrong, wrong.

She whimpers as his tongue slips past her lips and then his hands are on her hips and before she knows it, he’s spinning them around, lifting her up onto the table, and by the time her legs are spread around his hips, she’s forgotten every vow she’s ever taken.

 **

Rio sips at the bottle of water.

From her pillow she watches the inked bird bob with his Adam’s apple. 

Then her eyes go to the tattoos at the back of his arms. Angry red scratches run down them, a reminder of her that he’ll take home tonight.  

“I like this place.”

Her eyebrow rises in surprise.

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he nods, “looks like a criminal hideout. Doesn't suit you.”

She doesn’t know if this is an insult or a compliment but follows his gaze to survey the huge industrial space.

“Well, it's nothing like my house, that's for sure.”

Sitting up in bed, she wraps her arms around her knees with a sad little breath.

“Every time I think about it, I like this place a little more.”

“That why you volunteer for it?” He looks amused by her visible surprise. “Might not know much about coppers, but I know nobody of your rank's stayin in a dump like this against their will.”

She stares at him for a moment, weighing up the cost of the truth, then looks away.

“I took it because I wanted to punish myself,” she admits quietly. “You know, no creature comforts.” 

Not while her children are without her; are robbed of their mother, who’d willingly taken herself away.

“But then I realised I feel more comfortable here than the home I left.”

He watches her for a moment too long before snickering in a way that comes out more forced than he probably intends.

“That's real damn sad.”

“Yeah.”

What more is there to say? Especially to him, of all people?

“I'm really tired.”

She moves the sheet higher up onto her chest in what she hopes he’ll take as a hint. There isn’t going to be a second round tonight, not like normal. Things had gotten too personal and that’s not what this is. Although she still has no idea what it is. 

He sniffs in some kind of amusement.

“That a lifelong habit?”

“What habit?” she asks sharply, looking back at him.

He’s up, beginning to dress.

“Only openin up to people you know ain't stayin; who you can push away.”

She stares back, surprised. Offended.

“That's not what I'm doing.”

“Ain't it?” He stands from putting on his shoes to regard her. “Ain't that why you kissed me back to begin with?”

“No.”

He smiles a little.

“You should be a better liar, Special Agent Boland.” He pulls on his t-shirt then shrugs, grabbing his jacket. “But it's cool.”

He’s ready to leave, expression filled with his signature brand of guarded amusement. 

“...Takes one to know one.”

[pwnyta]

Nobody ASKED for any of my shitty Pokemon character doodles... BUT IM IN A MOOD.

SO yall have to deal with it.

This is under a read more so dont come at me about it being annoyingly long. Blame Dumblr. Theres a SHIT TON OF DOODLES UNDER THE CUT.

First off I wanted to give Holly a whole classroom of friends... it wasnt GONNA be an all girls school... but I kept crankin of little girly Mons....

I dont actually have a shiny Darumaka or Eevee... but theyre two of my favorite shinies...

I drew these four after so theyre a bit different in style. Shiny Swirlex has the same excuse as the other two shinies... I just love the shiny colors

They also needed a teacher so I repurposed one of my older characters because I thought itd be funny to have a swan teacher... cuz swans are so scary but they care for their babies well.

Darla and Delilah can be bothered with threats because theyre safe with Mr Shandra.

Mikhail only takes classes that are small enough to fit under his wingspan so he can keep them all safe. And Eva and Tiffany learn from the best and just get pissed off like their teacher.

((Hes more bark than bite though... hes not a great fighter and a double weakness to Electric? Garbo. But he puts up a convincing enough front.))

And because he was a swan I gave him a life mate. The only other being that gets any softness from him.

He was an ex pirate.

Mikhail has no interest in criminals!!! So the captain gave up the pirate life and married a very short tempered bird and gained a lot of weight...because I wanted him chubby.

---

‘’Spider’’, Esi, and dear ol Dad. Despite Reds best efforts to keep Esi out of Osborns hands he still ended up an immensely shady bastard but at least hes not as broken as ‘’Spider’’.

I didnt finish their moms because I couldnt settle on a design for Spiders mum....

Now Spider works for Caedere his beloved boss who would never ever lie to him ever. (Hint: Spiders nature is ‘naive’)

---

I tried revamping Ray and Hebanon...  but Ray still gay as hell for his boy.

I bullied Sparky a little. He’ll probably be fine even if Rays got a Mega evo. Its the name of the game Ray... hes supposed to knock his opponent out... you cant get pissed when ever Hebanon gets fucked up in battle.

---

Did I post these? Am I ever gonna finish these character sheets? No. And look I forgot the most pressing detail of Zippos and thats his fuckin Arbok mark on his back. IM A FOOL.

Kreetan and his mum and dad.

So many little comic things I’ll never finish because theres too many and instead of just stopping and finishing something I keep adding to my unfinished doodles instead. This is why I dont take requests or anything.

I time where Leif and Cyndy actually grow up?

THEY ALL HAVE CAT EARS.

Zippo is curious.

.....AS A CAT.

Polly is here too!! And shes ready to punch someone RIGHT IN THE NOODLE.

I also thought itd be nice to draw out some other Chars of Zippo and Crizs generation.

Theyre.. as you may have guessed are not finished yet.

Clem is a timid lad, Mira... not so much. Very brave

Addy is a modest princess type

Jubilee is a sassy lass.

And Criz. A sweet bashful boy whos never done anything wrong and certainly will not die because no one would be cruel enough to let that happen.

((EYES EMOJI))

Babby Clem, Addy, and Jubilee.

WHO’RE THESE ASSHOLES?!

---

Updated Mistletoe. One spooky righteous(in his own mind) lad.

She only looks stoic to start... but shes quite the weirdo.

She just got here and shes ready to go home. What a mood.

Now for some less polished individuals....

Meh meh meh lookit me IM OMI. Im gonna put three of the exact same Pokemon in the same group so Pwnyta has to suffer tryna come up with different designs.

...But I do like them. I imagine that they remain Ekans because they wont need the mark of their tribe so no one will no where they come from. So spooky.

I was torn between the codename ‘Sundown‘ and ‘Daybreak‘ for Crobat.

By day hes a wholesome trustworthy priest... by night he tortures people for a shady shady bug man. He’ll determine if youre truly innocent.

Doc has to deal with all these fuckin weirdos... he just wants to be a doctor... BUT AT WHAT COST DOC?!

This is a sequel to the doodle comic I was makin in a previous post... Kop and Doc develop an interesting friendship (In Kops mind. Its more a ‘stalker with a crush’ situation) But hey if Kops not being paid then hes got no reason to hurt Doc.

...Docs a fun character to bully because hes so smarmy and small.

---

AND NOW FOR SOME SCIENCE BITCHES.

A man of few words and an intense curiosity with mortal beings and his own existence.

A spooky lad who doesnt quite mean to torment his subordinates... its just his Pressure.

Id imagine his form changes are a bit like Iron Man in IW when hes fighting Thanos.

I drew some more science bitches...

Some casual clothes for the original three stooges.

Shes deaf Franz! She cant hear you.

Ya know IDK if itd be ‘canon‘ that they all met as kids... I just thought itd be cute. Little psychic babies all doofin off together... the most troublesome one being asleep 90% of the time due to being an Abra.... and narcoleptic. Abra sleep so much naturally... Geller sleeps even MORE... thats why hes so incredibly smart even for an Alakazam.

I had a whole little redo sketch comic idea of Mewtwo breakin loose and fuckin shit up.... (its never been finished)

Franz tries to put him to sleep. (it doesnt work. He needs Emanuel and Nola to save him and he gets his arm broken for bein such a cheeky lad.)

Mewtwo doesnt have too much of a problem with Geller due to his soft spot for kids and pure desire for knowledge... but if hes gonna protect the other assholes then PERISH.

Dont worry though big boss Deo wont let his subordinates die let alone the second smartest after him... and saves them all pretty easy. A sharp tentacle arm through the chest will stop even Mewtwo.

Some booboos happen tho...

But hes fine eventually and finds his ex wife home watchin the kids.

Shes promptly expelled.

Geller also goes back for Dilla and steals him. Lifes too short not to adopt an ancient fossil baby.

Emanuel isnt delighted... but he doesnt have the heart to call the authorities on a man who risked his life to save him.

Fossil Mons come in two types-- Resurrected fossils which have the skin color of the primary coloring of their Pokemon form so they can be solid black or blue or red or w/e... Ancestors of ancient Pokemon have normal skin tones.

And another comic sketch idea... where Geller and Roswell are gifted with some fancy new Mega stones... Ros? Not too keen on the idea hes seen what can happen to a bitch when they Mega Evo... he aint got time for that. Geller goes HARD for SCIENCE.

Ros: Geller I know your a spoon guy but stick a fork in that bastard cuz hes done. COOKED. If he thinks im riskin my ass for his bullshit. Lets go tell him off together (im scared to go without you...)

Geller: We experiment on living things all the time for the sake of scientific progress.... are we really too good to be subject to our own studies?

Ros: YES. ABSOLUTELY.

After seeing Geller use his without hesitation, putting his body through a world of hurt for the sake of SCIENCE!!! Ros couldnt pussy out on his boy...

His Mega is just FABULOUS and now he loves it.

--

I was also makin a team with the Pokemon that have the highest stats (non Legends/Psudos/Megas) but I got bored after Blissey. She has a Togekiss wife I didnt finish either... Oh well.

Shes a bold lass and prefers double battles with her support wife. She doesnt like using dangerous moves as its in her nature as a Blissey to heal.

---

(I forgot his whiskers... OH WELL)

I wanted to give Flaminio some people who missed him after he got spirited away by his Ghosts.

After he disappeared people looked for him but he was never found and years and years went by and people stopped looking. Even Clove and Ceto had to move on.

Koban is a loyal bitch though and he never let it go. He still wants his friend back. Hes an old boy now... so old people probably call him ‘Nekomata‘ and wonder when his tail is gonna split.

[sunnysideofsaturn]

WINGFICS

so i browsed ALL of the wingfics currently on archive TWICE and these are some of the ones i liked: (these are mostly completed) (none of these are mine) (LEAVE KUDOS) 

I”M MAKING A SEPARATE POST FOR STUCKY, STONY, JOHNLOCK, and DESTIEL CUZ THERE ARE SO MANY

FLUFF:

ereri: (Attack on Titan)

-Magic Does Not Make A Garden: oneshot 3,674 words

Levi grows his garden peacefully on the edge of the desert, until the day he finds a boy with wings dying of exhaustion and takes him in.

-Don’t Hide: oneshot 2,636 words

Levi didn’t know what the hell Eren had done to his wings, but the kid was going to regret it. They felt…he didn’t know what word could be used to describe it, but maybe there wasn’t any word because that was it: They felt.

-Feels Like Flying: oneshot 943 words 

Eren is already far from the ground, and it makes Levi’s stomach twist uncomfortably to see him up there with nothing to support him but a pair of magical wings that appeared out of nowhere, but—

Eren is laughing and twisting around in the air, and he looks like he belongs there.

He’s beautiful.

klance: (Voltron)

-Rest Stop: oneshot 10,776 words

Lance wasn't like the rest of the world.

And he had never had a loving mother tell him it made him stronger for it. So he told himself, gathering up his courage and grit to face a world of winged humanity, when he, in fact, has no wings and turns into a mermaid instead.

A world that wants him to die.

So he'd keep this secret like a knife in his boot, a sharp weapon until he died on his own terms. Not because of who he was.

Except, Team Voltron isn't so sure why Lance is all rough edges and sharp points about showing off his wings. Or acting like a member of the Flock in general. It's clear he cares for them, but he's never shown an intimate part of him. 

Until he has to.

-Meet me Between the Ocean and the Sky: part 1 part 2 37,091 words

"I'm telling you, Allura! Humans are real!" Lance yelled enthusiastically, adrenaline buzzing in his veins. His sister gave a heady sigh, setting down her book. "Everyone else in the clan stopped believing in humans when they were fledglings, it's time you did too. Your obsession is growing to be unhealthy" She muttered. Lance slammed his foot down with a loud thump, "I saw one! I swear!". Allura looked far from impressed. "Sure".

Or, Lance stumbles upon a human and he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

-Golden Thread: 5 chappies 11,755 words

The Lions of Voltron are searching for their new Paladins. It was going fine until the Blue Lion gave Allura the name of an elusive, untrusting species that would be almost impossible to track down.

-Three Important Facts: oneshot 2,574 words

At first, Lance had found it funny. Suddenly, feathers of varying shapes, sizes, and hues of maroon and black found their way into inconspicuous places, and no one was safe from them. Pique-hilarity came when Pidge threw a handful of feathers back at Keith, shouting for him to keep them out of her shower drain. There was never an explanation as to how they got there.

-Silken Feathers (Wrap Me Up): oneshot 2,909 words

Lance is self-conscious about his wings as he compares them to everyone else's. Lucky for him, there's a knight in red armor that comes to his rescue.

-Watercast: unfinished 14/16 chappies 188,505 words

Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!

(AU where Avians (winged folk), Galra, humans and merfolk cohabit earth. Shiro and Keith are avian soldiers, Lance is the youngest son of a Queen, Hunk is also a merman and Pidge is still looking for her family. They get caught up in a war.)

shatt: (Voltron)

-Watercast: unfinished 14/16 chappies 188,505 words

Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!

(AU where Avians (winged folk), Galra, humans and merfolk cohabit earth. Shiro and Keith are avian soldiers, Lance is the youngest son of a Queen, Hunk is also a merman and Pidge is still looking for her family. They get caught up in a war.)

rinharu: (Free!)

-Spring Tide: oneshot 6,931 words

He's adept at choosing his own path without hesitation, yet there's no denying how much brighter his world becomes when Haru is swimming in front of him like a beacon—occasionally breaching the water while he races the shadow Rin's wings cast upon the waves. If only one day they could fly to the ends of the world together like that.

-how it feels to take a fall: oneshot 2,783 words

“How fast can you fly, Haru?”

“My wings are made from wind,” Haru says by way of reply, and Rin nods as if he’s satisfied.

kagehina: (Haiykuu!)

-Take Flight: oneshot 2,175 words

'They're supposed to be soulmates. No—they are soulmates. Hinata is his. And Kageyama is Hinata's.

And so—why? Why won't Hinata open up to him about something as important as his wings, their link, the symbol of their bond? Why do they keep having this fight?'

No matter what they fight over, they will always come back together again.

-A Tangle of Feathers: oneshot 6728 words

Vignettes highlight moments of a young crow's immortal life.

-only waiting for this moment to arise: oneshot 2,277 words

“Liking you was my idea, not yours. Don’t think you tricked me into it with your -- your wings and your kissing. Asshole.”

-sand and salt: oneshot 2,415

"Hey, Kageyama, have you ever thought about swimming?"

"Don't be stupid, dumbass. Crows can't swim."

"But what if we could? Has anyone even tried?"

"Well, I guess there is a slight possibility that -"

"We should try it!"

-wings above waves: 2 chappies 7,518 words completed

“Can you fly?” He probed. Whenever he asked Izumin or Kouji to fly with him, they refused.

Kageyama faced him directly with an indignant scowl on his face. “Of course I can fly,” he spluttered out. “What kind of an idiot can't -”

“No,” Shouyou interrupted, “I meant, can you fly?”

daisuga: (Haiykuu!)

-An Angel Silhouetted: 15 chappies 49,986 words completed

There is a certain kind of joy that comes from flying that cannot be replicated.

Not on a trampoline, or a trapeze, or high on a tightrope. Not planes, either. Being high in the air, supported or unsupported, it didn't matter. Nothing was the same.

Suga hadn't felt that kind of joy in a long time.

A very, very long time.

In which half-angel Suga rebels against everything he's ever been told about the circus he stars in, dances with Daichi, and rebuilds himself anew.

-A Tangle of Feathers: oneshot 6728 words

Vignettes highlight moments of a young crow's immortal life.

victuuri: (Yuri on Ice)

-Taking Flight: oneshot 5,823 words

This was all Yuuri had ever known: the cage, the pain, and the silent, pretty, blue-eyed boy in the cage across the way.

Yuuri was an avian-human hybrid, resigned to life in a cage for the rest of his life. But freedom was more than just a dream for himself. He'd do anything to see that boy in the cage fly free.

-On Wings of Love: oneshot 2,079 words

Yuuri knew about Victor before he even knew about soulmates.

-Diphylleia Grayi: oneshot 8,010 words

This flower is called Diphylleia Grayi, Vitya.

It’s commonly known as the skeleton flower. At first glance it may appear to be nothing but an ordinary flower but when it comes in contact with rain, its petals turns translucent.

Like a flower made of glass.

It’s very beautiful, Vitya.

otayuri: (Yuri on Ice)

-Diphylleia Grayl: oneshot 8,010 words

This flower is called Diphylleia Grayi, Vitya.

It’s commonly known as the skeleton flower. At first glance it may appear to be nothing but an ordinary flower but when it comes in contact with rain, its petals turns translucent.

Like a flower made of glass.

It’s very beautiful, Vitya.

drarry: (Harry Potter)

-There is Always the Moon: 13 chappies 159,356 words completed

Draco's life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it's simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he'd worked so hard to build, there's only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time.

-Flare: 15 chappies 43,582 words completed

Caught in the middle of a misfired curse, Harry is half-transformed into a phoenix, to the point of carrying wings on his back. He arranges with the Healers for research that will hopefully cure him--only to find that Draco Malfoy has a strange vested interest in him keeping the bloody things.

royed: (Fullmetal Alchemist)

-Know the Difference: podfic 1-1.5 hours

“You’ve heard the rumors,” Mustang says, looking at Ed over the top of his latest report, “about the angels.”

Ed scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Angels don’t exist, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Of course, of course,” he murmurs, gaze sliding back down, “There have been multiple eye witness accounts, however.”

Ed slouches into the chair and doesn’t bother to keep the contempt to from his voice when he says, “Don’t depend on anything with wings to save you. Things that were made to leave always end up doing so, in the end.”

“Yes, well,” he says, “sometimes they come back.”

-Know the difference: oneshot 9,083 words

“You’ve heard the rumors,” Mustang says, looking at Ed over the top of his latest report, “about the angels.”

Ed scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Angels don’t exist, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Of course, of course,” he murmurs, gaze sliding back down, “There have been multiple eye witness accounts, however.”

Ed slouches into the chair and doesn’t bother to keep the contempt to from his voice when he says, “Don’t depend on anything with wings to save you. Things that were made to leave always end up doing so, in the end.”

“Yes, well,” he says, “sometimes they come back.”

LOL NOT FLUFF *wiggles eyebrows*:

bakudeku

-Lucky for Me: oneshot 4,837 words 

Izuku, Katsuki's summoned succubus, takes an attack meant for him. Katsuki decides to deal with an unwanted rush of emotion in the only way that makes sense between them.

drarry: (Harry Potter)

-Spread Your Wings: oneshot 1,830 words

After spending months growing closer to Draco, Harry finds himself in a situation that more than encourages him to blur the lines between roommates and lovers.

-Flare: 15 chappies 43,582 words completed

Caught in the middle of a misfired curse, Harry is half-transformed into a phoenix, to the point of carrying wings on his back. He arranges with the Healers for research that will hopefully cure him--only to find that Draco Malfoy has a strange vested interest in him keeping the bloody things.

@alphonses-posts @teilzeitsunny @anyone who cares

[hanasaku-shijin]

LWA19 liveblog under the cut:

oh god oh boy

FUCKING FINALLY IVE WAITED 4 YEARS FOR DIANA’S BACKSTORY LOOOORDD

oh jesus starting with the flashback baby angsT

WHEN

TRADITIONAL

AND MODERN POWERS

MIX

HOLY FUCUUUCKCK IT’S LITERALLY DIANA AND AKKO AAAAAAAAAAAAAH FINALLLLYYYYYYY

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MAMA CAVENDISH PLS

ooohhh my god oh my GOD

SHE’S GONNA  OPEN THAT GATE

FOR HER MOTHERRRRR

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

but little does she know she’ll need Akko’s help hueheue

wow fuck im gonna CRY

NOOOOOOPPPE NOPE NNOOOPPPEEE TOO SAD BYE

oh shit i just remembered andrEW is gonna be in this...........

pls be there for .5 seconds and then leave

oh no Hannah and Barbara cryiiiIIINNGGG

ALKSDJHG FUCK NOOOOOOOOOO

PROFESSORS DONT LET HER GOOOOOOO

i love that H&B dont even show they care it’s Akko they’re talking to they just spill the beans and dont even have the energy to be nasty to her like usual

w h a  t   th e  h e ll 

what is this “ritual” sounds fishy

IF IT’S AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE IM GONNA SCREAM pls trigger have more class than that

OH MAN TONIGHT

AKKO CANT HANDLE THAT SHE DOESNT HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO LET IT SINK IN

H&B crying sounds so painful BUT WHAT IF DIANA CRIES

FUCK ME

AKKO IS SO UPSET BY THE IDEA OF DIANA QUITTING

SHE KNOWS DIANA WOULDNT WANT THIS SHE KNOWS DIANA WANTS TO STUDY MAGIC MORE AND GRADUATE AKKO KNOOOOWS

holy shit im not even 5 minutes in but i just

i need to

i cant believe this is actually happening im FINALLY GETTING TO HAVE THIS

uWEH Lotte petting her little sprite ;w;

wow Akko just fucking BARGES INTO DIANA’S ROOM WITHOUT EVEN KNOCKING OMG

oh man she doesnt even hesitate she knows where diana is if she isnt at her room

she knows EXACTLY WHERE TO GO SHE KNOWS DIANA 

i s2g if akko sees her crying as she takes off and cant stop her im gonna lose my shit

oh my lord

it’s

it’s hAPPENING

A DIANAKKO MOMENT WHEN THEY ARE ALONE TOGETHER

FOR LONGER THAN .3 SECONDS

F I N A L L Y

okay i gotta *INHALES*

okay

im

gonna do this

HERE I GO

“it isn’t like you to leave something unfinished” AKKO HAS COME TO KNOW HER SO WELL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

IM FUCKING LOSING IT YOU GUYS

if 

if diana leaves right fucking there right in FRONT OF HER

OH GOD

oh shit

Akko mentioned

Diana’s

parents

oh

oh nnoo

oh my god diana is bREAKING THE RULES FOR AKKO 

oh my god she’s about to cry you can hear it in her voice

I CANT DO THIS

noooooooo they’re doing this “rival” bs again

not rivals FRIENDS PLEEEEEASE

FUCK

okay OKAY in akko’s flashbacks of the people she loved Diana was there like 3 TIMES AAAAHHH THAT’S LIKE MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE I THINK??? idk i will go back and count later knowing me

lol andrEW was there once LMAO SUCK IT he was there as often as Arcas LOL

oH

SHE REVEALED SHE KNEW ABOUT THE WORDS

OH MY GOD THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT THE WORDS

DIANA KNOWS AKKO IS THE ONE WHO HAS TO FIND THEM

BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN DIANA CANT HELP AND AKKO KNOWS THAT

she’s gonna miss her professors and FRIENDS 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

GO GET HERRRRRR AKKOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAAAH

FUCK

FUFFFUFUFKCCKCK

you know diana left as quickly as she did cuz she could probably feel herself about to cry so she had to leave before akko could see that

on another note, wasn’t this episode supposed to have OVA-styled animation cuz im not seeing it

yo the Cavendish estate tho

MORE UNICORNS OHHHHH MAN

oohhh thank god Diana has a nice maid ;v;

ohhh FUCK

she’s smiling BUT

BUUUUUUUUUT

WAAAAAAAAH

oh my gOD

her fucking aunt LITERALLY HAS A SNAKE

W OW HOW FITTING

oh great a dinner party with andrEW and his dad probably so Aunt Bitch and him can make business ventures and shit to screw everyone over

W H AT THE FUCK IS SHE HOLY SHIT SHE JUST VANISHES??? UMM???

oh my god

akKO

HIIIIITCHHIIIIKE

holy shit cant wait for an audio blurb of that

okay look literally akko is so small compare to andrEW WHY DO PEOPLE SHIP THEM HE’S SO FUCKING BIG HE’S CLEARLY SO MUCH OLDER THAN HER EW GODDDDD

STOP IIIIIT HE’S LIKE 30

ew i cant even handle seeing her next to him like that uggh

OOOH more hints at violence and rage across the world

bet Croix is having a field day with that

oh yes good thank god they confirmed diana and andrew are related on some level so they cant be getting an arranged marriage thank GOD

so yeah i should mainly be worried for akko hhhhhhhhhhha

OH MY GOD

DIANA

ACTUALLY

RIDES HORSES

HOLY SHIT

THAT MEANS

YOU KNOW SHE CAN RIDE  U N I C O R N S

OOOHHH MY GOD EQUESTRIAN STUFF IS MY SHIT

OH FUCK

oh my god i literally predicted what akko and diana said to each other right off the bat i have a post where i CALLED THAT SHIT

but can andrEW leave now pls can we have more diana/akko moments alone

this is the first time we’ve seen diana wearing pants tho wow

OH GOOD andrEW is gone for now

oh my god Diana absolutely can not STAND these women holy shit she’s gonna lose it if Akko doesnt first, hearing them insult Luna Nova

oOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

IT WASN’T EVEN THAT DIANA WAS MAD AT THEM DISSING LUNA NOVA SHE WAS MAD ABOUT THEM DISSING AKKO HERSELF

IM FUCKING S C REA M ING

SHE

JUMPED IN TO DEFEND AKKO

TOOK HER BY THE HAND

HOLY JESSUS IM

i literally i need to  l i e dow n

oh my  god u guys they touched

in canon

im

i literally fucking im

holy fuck

oooooooooooh my god

I NEED A MINUTE

IT’S TAKEN ME 40 MINUTES TO GET 16 MINUTES INTO THIS

i need to

rewatch that part agAIN

MY GOFD

“AS MUCH A WITCH AS I AM”

WE ALL KNOW THAT ISN’T TRUE BUT HOLY SHIT DIANA IS DOING WHATEVER SHE HAS TO TO DEFEND AKKO

HOLY LOOORRRRD IN HEAVEN

oh my god akko

HOOO

DIANA YELLS HER NAME LOL

GETTING SCOLDED BY THE GF

oH

I love Anna

protective nice maid who was probably diana’s only friend as a child after her mom died

she silences Akko right away because she wants Diana to be heard no matter what, probably because no one else at that mansion will listen to her

OH MY GOD

THEY’RE PUTTING AKKO

IN ONE OF DIANA’S DRESSES

EL E V E N TH   BIRTHDAY

AND AKKO

FITS INTO IT OMFG

but ooohh my gosh this means DIANA TRUSTS AKKO

WITH THIS IMPORTANT DRESS HER MOTHER GOT FOR HER ESPECIALLY

OH MY GOD???

oh my god oH MY GOD

SHE’S GONNA TOUCH THAT BEAR ISNT SHE AND DIANA’S GONNA FREAK OH YMY GOD

OH

FUCKING

FINALLLLYY

WOOP THERE IT IIIIIIS

FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

THAT PREMIUM CARD

AFTER 18 WEEKS OF SPECULATION FINALLY IT IS CONFIRMED

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASS

“Affection” is 

the Cavendish motto

holy fuck 

me and my shipping ass will let them show “affection” all right

OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING

oh boy is akko finally gonna learn about diana’s past and mom ///? PLEASE

oh my god is akko having dinner with them

IN THAT DRESS

AND DIANA

IN ANOTHER DRESS FUCK MEEEEEEE

OH MY GOD

final minutes what giant thing is gonna be revealed at supper??

oh my gOD AKKO’S SHIT TABLE MANNERS

diana’s like “how am i gonna live with this in the future when she’s my wife” LOL

oh my god is she gonna try to SELL him Diana’s stuff??? or worse HER MOTHER’S STUFF??? I BET YOU

OH

FUCK

NOOOOOOOOOO

NOOOOONONONNONOOONNOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

FUCK THIS BITCH

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING DOOONT

oh my god this is it

shit is going down

THEY’RE GONNA FUCKING DUEL OR SOMETHING

OH MAANNNN

oh

 my go d

i

im fucking shook

holy fucking shit

[sweetandsavageautistic]

I dunno how to do the thing where you link to a fanfic cuz I haven’t posted it on fanfiction.net, but I’ll probably post the rest of it there later under Jadyne Farrow. I also have other Luna Lovegood fanfics, An Unfinished Guys and Dolls Fanfic, and a One-Shot Lazytown Fanfic that I wrote while I was taking a break from studying for my first semester finals at college (Forewarning: It’s kinda weird). Anyways, here’s the first chapter

Chapter 1:

Four-year-old Luna Pandora Lovegood contently laid by herself under a tree known to be inhabited by many creatures. She had her hands clapped over her ears to block out the noise of the other kids playing football, which was what Luna was supposed to be doing. “Luna,” a teacher called out to her. But Luna didn’t respond. She kept herself fixated on the squirrel that was coming in and out of a hole in the tree. Creatures were something that fascinated her and she studied them as often as she could. “Luna,” the teacher called out again. The second time still, Luna didn’t respond. She was studying the squirrel’s movements intensely and almost seemed to try to communicate with it mentally. “Miss Luna,” the teacher called a third time. Then out of nowhere a face appeared over her, startling her. There was so much to take in. Luna closed her eyes to block out the overload. She began to hum to herself as the teacher began trying to get her to participate. “Luna, we’re not doing this. We’re playing football. It’s on your schedule.” The school had set up a daily schedule for her, thinking she liked routine; Luna abhorred it. “I need you to stand up and go play football with the big kids.” Hearing this, Luna hummed louder. While some subtext and tones were difficult for her, she knew the teacher was treating her like she was younger than the others and she knew it was unfair. She shook her head. “Luna, this behavior is for babies. You are four years old. I need you to start acting like one.” By now Luna could tell that the teacher was losing patience, yet so was Luna. Why did she have to follow a routine they provided her with? Nothing about it made any sense to her. Couldn’t she do things on her own time? She made a groan of objection. “You’ve been acting this way since the beginning of the year and it’s unacceptable. Now you’re going to go play football with the others.” She grabbed Luna’s arm so suddenly. The child gave a blood-curdling scream. “Stop!” Luna cried. “Hurt!” According to the school, she was a bit behind in verbal communication, but in times of distress in places she wasn’t comfortable with, like school, she found she could communicate, but only just. The teacher began to drag her to the field. Luna’s heart began to pound. In her mind, she heard the sound of intense TV snow and she couldn’t think clearly. Her brain was too fuzzy to speak. Pulling away from the teacher, she ran back to the tree and twirled in place as she flicked her wrists violently. The more she did this, the clearer she could think. Soon after, her brain was cleared up and she felt a sense of serenity. Luna smiled contently and resumed her place under the tree, pondering what that feeling of cloudiness during times of distress was. “Too many——“ she began. Too many what? She recalled the times this had happened to her; she would become distressed and her brain would be filled with fuzzy TV snow. Through the snow, she managed to capture the images of devilish and sharp faces. They were creatures of mischief and evil. What was a sharp word? That thing her mum put dishes on to dry after she washed them. What was it called? “Wrack,” she said. No, that didn’t sound right. There must’ve been another part to it. She thought back to water day at nursery school where all of the children had teamed against her and blasted her with water balloons and water guns. There was a doing word for it. Luna searched her mind. “Spurt?” she asked. Carefully she pronounced them one word at a time. “Wrack. Spurt. Wrack. Spurt. Wrackspurt. Wrackspurts!” She had named a creature all on her own. Luna was excited at this realization. She began to jump up and down and flap her wrists, saying the creature’s new name over and over. All of a sudden, she felt the world dance with her. Was this dancing? Luna had no clue, but didn’t care. The earth around her was celebrating her victory with her. Trees seemed to blow in a wind that was nonexistent to the rest. The animals cheered with her and the breeze seemed to carry her away into a world of her own; a queendom in which she was loved. “Luna Pandora Lovegood!” a sharp voice shattered through her mind cutting her celebration and dreamworld short. “Come with me now, or there will be serious consequences.”

———————

Luna sat in the chair in the headmaster’s office. Well, not so much sitting as she was fidgeting with her whole body and the jumper the school had provided her. She couldn’t sit still when she was indoors, especially when she was anxious. All of a sudden, the door opened. In stepped the teacher, the headmaster, and her mother. “Luna, what happened?” her mother asked the child sympathetically. Luna could tell that the teacher was disgusted at how Luna’s mother was reacting. “The Wrackspurts, mum!” she exclaimed. This made all but her mum scrunch their faces in confusion. “What’s a wrackspurt?” the headmaster asked. The teacher glared as if to tell him not to indulge Luna’s imagination. “Luna refused to behave and follow directions once again,” the teacher fumed. “While the bigger kids were playing football, she decided to go off by herself. We keep telling her that it’s not on the schedule, but she refuses to listen.” “Tell me, Mrs. Lovegood,” the headmaster said calmly. “Is she like this at home?” Mrs. Lovegood gave it some thought and shook her head. “Luna is a sweet child at home. Though we have noticed some odd behaviors in her, there hasn’t been anything extreme." “Then how do you explain her dramatics?” the teacher sniffed. “Dramatics?” the headmaster asked. “The child often breaks down when she is called out for insubordination, most likely as a cry for sympathy. I have tried to be reasonable, but she has tested my patience for too long.” “Oh, those are not dramatics,” Mrs. Lovegood said with a slightly bitter tone. “Luna has break downs when she becomes anxious or stressed.” “What about her odd movements? Hand flapping and jumping and—stop fidgeting!” she exclaimed suddenly at the child. At this Luna tried to run out of the room, but the teacher grabbed ahold of her. “Do you see what I mean?” she screamed over Luna’s cries. “Hurt! Hurt!” Luna screamed. “Stop it!” her mother exclaimed angrily. Without hesitation, she pulled Luna away from the teacher and let her go outside of the office. Luna began to twirl and flick her wrists. “I cannot deal with this any longer!” the teacher exclaimed. “Mrs. Lovegood, would you like me to recommend a new teacher for your daughter?” the headmaster asked. Mrs. Lovegood looked at her daughter who was beginning to calm down. She could tell that Luna wasn’t happy here. “No thank you,” she denied politely. “We’ll find another solution. I’d like to pull her from the class.” “Suit yourself,” the headmaster shrugged. Then he turned to the teacher and glared. “I’d like to have a word with you about your conduct."

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Mrs. Lovegood and Luna walked to a deserted spot and stopped. Then, with a snap of her fingers, her mother apparated them back to their house in the countryside. “Mum, am I bad?” Luna asked meekly. Her mother looked down at her and smiled gently. “No, Luna. You’re not bad. You’re simply different, but that’s not bad. Being different is often a wonderful thing.” “Different how?” “It doesn’t matter,” her mother replied as she kneeled down to meet Luna eye-to-eye. “What matters is that you are Luna. My Luna. My beautiful, moon child. There is no one quite like you and there will never be someone quite like you. And that your father and I love you so very much.” “I don’t want to go back” Luna whimpered anxiously. “Don’t worry. You won’t go back there, I promise.” Luna smiled at hearing this and quickly hugged her mother. “I love you too, mum,” she said. “How about we go home and make some pudding? You can tell me all about the creatures you saw today.” “Oh yes, I’d love to!” Luna gasped happily as she jumped up and down and flapped her hands. “And I can tell you about the Wrackspurts! They’re quite devilish things. They go in your ears and make your brain go all fuzzy.” Her mother smiled as she and Luna walked hand-in-hand up to the house.