#Maybe it's me being tired but when they're in the air and the “feathers” are at their fluffiest

[asmuchasidliketo]

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Little Details of Feather Preening

I love reading fics in which a character with feathers gets help preening them from another character. I think part of it is because it explores the alienness of the winged/feathered character in a grounded, tactile way, while also exploring the dynamic between two characters. It's worldbuilding and character development all rolled into one! But another huge reason why I like it is just cause my parakeet sometimes lets me help with her feathers, and it's the best experience ever omfg.

I figured, for the sake of fic writers who don't have access to the cutest most patient bird in the world (and for me, who feels like rambling) I'd vomit out a ton of little details of what it's like to help a bird preen, and how it might translate to characters with both human and bird features:

(Note, this isn't exactly researched. My sample size is literally one bird and some casual reading about other species (sounds like crow feathers work similarly to parakeets, for instance: https://urbannature.blog/2022/09/23/the-unbearable-itchiness-of-moulting/). Please take this as an account of what preening a bird is like, and not as advice for things to do to a real bird.)

The exact term for preening something other than oneself is "allopreening". It's a social behavior and not all species do it. But if you're writing about a bird-human hybrid, ehhh humans have grooming instincts to add to the mix, so IMO the species of bird shouldn't hold you back!

Allopreening is most needed on areas the bird can't access themself. Wings and tails are mostly accessible-- the long feathers can be gently bent into reach. The back of the head/neck is the most prime location for allopreening. A humanoid trying to preen on their own would probably try to use a mirror to see what they're doing, and seriously tire out their arms reaching back there to do such finicky work.

Birds are pretty good at spinning their heads to see and work on anything below their necks, but an avian-ish character without that range of motion might need more help on the base of their wings, shoulders, and back.

My bird gets pissed when I so much as touch any feathers that are critical to flight (the longest wing and tail feathers). Care for those feathers is super important, and trusting someone else with that task would be a huge deal!

To request a preening, my bird angles her head at me, shakes it, and gently poofs up her feathers. If it's going well, she'll stay poofed up and maybe close her eyes.

A completed preening session always ends with feathers being shaken out.

Molting!

Often, the first sign of an impending molt is a fluffy down feather floating in the air. These feathers will cling to anything they touch.

The start of molting involves a lot of old feathers falling out, and some chill allopreening can be involved in this. Just lightly ruffling their feathers can help dislodge ones that are ready to go.

After getting rid of the old feathers, pin feathers start to grow in. They start out covered in a waxy sheath and with a blood supply running through them. While the blood supply is there, these are also called blood feathers, and damaging them can cause a lot of bleeding.

Pin/blood feathers are very sensitive. A wrong move can cause them to poke into the skin. Add this to the general vulnerability of not being at peak flight ability and the body's exhaustion at having to produce the feathers, and you've got an irritable and skittish bird. This is all a whole lot like a feathery version of a period.

Allopreening pin feathers is a lot more delicate than helping dislodge old ones. There's a careful art involved in telling which ones are ready to have their sheaths removed. Learning this art as a non-feather-haver involved, for me, a lot of sudden nipping from an unsatisfied customer. These days, I can tell I'm working on the wrong feather if my bird tenses up or glares at me.

Removing the sheath from a feather is SO SATISFYING. You take a dull-colored, irritating pin, and gently unwrap it to reveal a soft, beautiful new feather. Any time I see my bird all disheveled by pin feathers, it takes serious willpower to resist pestering her to let me fix them.

Non-molt preening!

Fully grown feathers also need daily upkeep

Birds secrete oils that they spread over their feathers with their beaks. A bird-person or their allopreening partner might choose to work other oils into the feathers, similar to how we use skincare products.

Feathers lost outside of the molting cycle can start regrowing immediately. However, a partially damaged feather will not regrow until it is removed or falls out during a molt.

Clipped wings are essentially damaged feathers-- an intelligent bird-person might be inclined to rip these out so that new, full feathers will be faster to grow... but, that would mean going without the partial feathers, and the gliding/slight lift they allow. That's a pretty big risk!

Hope someone gets some use out of this :) Happy bird-fic'ing!

[neverchecking]

I know genderbent! reader was sort of a touch and go thing, I just want to add in my two-cents bc I'm a firm fan of topping and if I was given a penis Hylia herself could not save these boys from the whore I'd become. I still use he/him for the boys bc gender swapping is a slippery slope and I merely want to smash.

The focus was Koridai and Courage so I'm going to keep it on them. Spoilers: I didn't

tw/cw: NSFW, boys being a bit creepy, but this is yandere so that's to be expected, a bit of voyeurism for the triplets.

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Those two are fucking menaces to reader, trying to pull out all stop for just the tip, holy hell that tip.

You bet your ass they're trying to pull all stops to guess the color, they didn't even try this hard to save Hyrule. I imagine that the two are a begrudging duo due to the fact that they probably joined the group at around the same time, also because of their overall cringe nature, birds of a feather and all that. While the other, more competent members are trying to find a way to reverse whatever this was those two are teaming up to try and get laid.

The vast majority of it isn't very smooth either. "Oh no, a snake bit you on your inner thigh, don't worry, I'll suck the venom out for you~" Courage winks, meanwhile Reader's just looks at him blankly, said snake nowhere to be seen.

They get smack upside the head multiple times by the other, more contained, members of the group (both not wanting to make reader more uncomfortable in any way, and also not wanting those two to be the one's reader sleeps with). Eventually though, they try to strike when reader is alone (good luck), trying to 'discreetly' use their bodies in order to entice reader to take a bit into them.

"holy hell is it hot in here!"

"...put your tiddies away"

"it's nothing you haven't seen before~"/"make me~"

I'm half tempted to make reader a little shit, tired of their advances that seemingly doubled since the shift, and just approach Hyrule one night like "I'm here to make an offer".

They refuse to hide it too. Reader just walk back to the camp smugly with a very happy Hyrule following behind they're so sick. Hyrule definitely has a hit on his back after this, but he can't seem to care when you allow him to sleep in your bedroll for the night. Maybe he can even stay next to you for protection while you guys travel🥺.

Maybe the pair manage to wear reader down. Koridai actually being quiet for once as reader rests against a tree or something, skillfully sliding his head against your thigh, resting right next to them. Reader accepts the fate, running their fingers through his hair, ignoring how their breath hitches the closer he moves his head towards their crotch.

Not to get too into it, but I imagine he (and by extension, other Link's) suck dick the same way they eat pussy: by trying to literally kill themselves with it. He doesn't even remember how Reader's cock got out, but the weight of it in his mouth nearly makes him finish. The motherfucker barely gets any air with the way he gags himself around it, forcing himself forward until his nose is buried against Reader's crotch, making the fingers in his air tighten.

Reader isn't necessarily getting any air either, not with the way Courage grips their hair, pulling them into a deep kiss and unashamedly moaning into their mouth.

He hates that he's not the one pleasing reader, but Kori had gotten there first, and if the two fought that reader would absolutely leave. No worries, he may not have been the first but he would most certainly be the best.

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Also as I was writing this I kept thinking about Sage and how he wouldn't stand for that taking place, so here I am finally giving the walking red flag some attention.

Only it's to immediately cuck him because I have favorites and it's not him.

You bet your ass he would 100% be Reader's #1 defender against those two, and maybe reader thanks him with a gift of their own, something a bit more personal.

Or maybe he's just as bad as they are once he realizes that it's working, and reader just gets sick of it.

"Hey Wild, can you do me a favor really quick"

Wild has never moved faster in his entire life, fuck dinner he's getting laid.

Wild's not quiet, he's not muffling his moans out of embarrassment like Hyrule would, he's probably fucking amplifying them. He wants everyone to know just how good he feels, his hole stretching around Reader's cock as he swallows them in greedily.

Wild's flexible, do with that what you will.

I can't even say Sage is punching the air, that man is beyond pissed that Wild, that failure, managed to be blessed with Reader's body and he didn't. No one will know peace, sorry. Reader take one for the team and just do it.

I think that everyone is sleeping on Calamity though, that's my baby, full set of uncomfortable armour and all.

He would seek reader out a bit more, not being able to properly get used to his new form, even if it was only temporary. He may not tell them the particular problem, but reader can see that he's a bit troubled and needs a bit more care than usual. Does Cal use this to his advantage? Who knows, he doesn't say.

Maybe he and reader sleep in the same bedroll (or room if you want privacy), their forms pressed up against eachother. Cal buries his face into their shoulder as Reader's hands trace across his body, humming a bit or quietly talking to calm him down. Only, it has the opposite effect and it's only riling him up.

It's taking a bit long, so all of this to say: Cal whimpers.

No bc Anon thank you for bringing this back I need to talk about this.

Add in all your two cents because I would also become the biggest whore.

Now, Courage and Koridai.

These two are the worst. Not only are they, loudly might I add, guessing the tip color, no, their adding details.

"I bet they have the nicest curve."

"Veiny for sure."

"I'm sure I can't even wrap my hand around it!" Shit like that. They're putting their whole bussies into it. Hyrule who? Nah, they're tryna figure out how many inches.

When it comes to Courage and Koridai, I also imagine them a duo bc, everyone else has been there much longer and...let's be honest. Those two are just so cringe they need to entertain each other when Reader simply needs a break. And while everyone is probably on the down low tryna get laid, these two's first priority is dick first, then we'll see what happens.

They're so clunky with it it. "I'm not great at holding conversations, so lemme hold your dick instead :D".

Reader is just O-O.

They for sure get smacked like every time their mouth opens bc everyone just knows something stupid is gonna come out of it. They don't even need to wait to know.

I imagine them bold enough to wait until their alone. Just straight up stripping whenever they feel like it. Like oh, Reader is talking to Twilight? Shirts coming off. Sitting with Legend? Pants are gone. Playing a card game with Four and Time? They are all but throwing themselves into Reader, in nothing but underwear.

Honestly, Reader whose so done with everyone's shit is my jam. Especially one that just goes to Hyrule and is like 'wanna fuck?'. Fairy boy is all over it. He would be such a pretty girl too. I just know it. And I know you said Reader is smug, but picture if you will, Reader who is just blank faced while Hyrule is on cloud fucking nine. He's sticking right next to Reader, where they can't touch him. He's not even asking, he's just in your bedroll waiting for you. He's following you everywhere. congrats Reader, you just got yourself a new shadow!

Should the pair manage to wear reader down, it's probably when their separated from the rest of the chain. It's a slow process, going down as slow as possible while Reader is possibly reader or sum, only to gasp and grab his hair because suddenly his mouth his hovering over their new dick.

They all eat dick the same way they eat pussy. For sure. If they're not suffocating just a bit, they're not doing it right. Koridai is practically cumming the second he gets a taste. Air? Haven't heard of it. Just dick. :).

And with Courage capturing their lips and silencing any protests? Reader stands no chance.

And your foolish to thing courage isn't down there the second Koridai is lettin gup, licking his lips while Reader's still reeling. Like you said, he has to prove he's the best.

Now, Sage. My lovely sage. I'm always here to give my mans some love. <3

Because I have favorites and one of them is him lmao

He's their new guard dog even with this new form. Now, as we said prior, Sage is good at getting pity. So not only does he have gloom, but now he has this whole new thing going on and he has no idea how to work around it.

The second Reader even mentions Wild, Sage is whipping around like 'excuse tf outta you?' And should Wild get to Reader first, Sage is L I V I D. Bc now he has to feed the other fuck heads and he's stuck listening to that tick have the time of his life.

In fact, he's probably thinking of all the ways he can be better. He would do anything Reader Asks. And since Wild is so flexible, so is Sage.

Reader is taking one for the team no matter what man bc Sage is a menace to the group. The biggest brat when he doesn't get his way. So, c'mon Reader, just let him suck you off as a treat. :)

NOW CAL MY BABY BOY-

He is another one who's using the pity card. He's pouting and giving puppy dog eyes because 'his armor doesn't fit right anymore :(' and 'how does this body part even work??? :('

He's fidgeting with his outfit constantly, making it obvious that he's uncomfortable, but it's all just a rouse to get Reader closer. To get them right there where he needs them. He and Hyrule are throwing fucking hands to sleep in your bedroll with you even though Wild and Sage have already done so.

Cal is for sure letting Reader explore his new body for him. Explaining why this feels so good or why that will eventually turn into something good. Cal is giving himself so whole-heartedly just to get a taste of that dick as well.

Because yes. Cal Whimpers because Cal is a bottom.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. :D

[a-morningstar-120]

Okay. So I may have spiraled down hill and written my workshop AU with a sleep deprived brain and no predetermined consequences.

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker/Padmé Amidala

Words, 1098

Posted on AO3 and FFN

Summary: AU: After the war, Anakin left the Jedi and opened a workshop repairing Speeders and ships. Padmé, having no idea what most tools are, just tries desperately to do her best.

There was a light drizzle of rain outside, the sound of people and the busy city streets and air traffic beyond the small workshop reaching Anakin's ears.

Anakin leaned back from a Speeder he had been working on, dropping his cutters on the concrete floor beside him with a loud clang. Just another day of endless, tiring work, he ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, leaving a trail of grease on his left cheek. If he couldn't get this front line of senate class Speeders fixed soon he would be grinding his teeth through the nights getting it done. He sighed.

A gentle hand brushed a wet lock of hair from his eyes

"Padmé," he said, looking up and smiling at his wife, who seemed to make his worries fly away like a bird from a storm with a touch. "Could you get me the pliers?" Anakin nodded to himself before leaning over the hood again, knocking his bangs from his eyes with a hand, glaring frustratedly at the tangled wires.

"And which ones are those again?" She called over her shoulder, securing her bun atop her head with one hand and digging through a toolbox with the other, pulling out a screwdriver.

"You know, pliers. They're the-ow ow, ow, ow."

"Ani?"

Anakin hist, pulling his hand back from the wire he had tried inspecting up close, the tip still sparking. Flipping his palm over, he stared down at it, red, angry, but not too bad. It hadn't shot violently like others he had dealt with, thank the Force.

"I'm fine," he finally said to ease Padmé's worry.

Padmé doubted him, but she just frowned, turning her attention back to the box, wiping grease from the back of her hand onto a cleaning cloth laying on the side.

"Is this what you asked for?" She asked, appearing back at Anakin's side holding a socket wrench, grease slowly trickling to the concrete below.

Turning, Anakin gave her a goofy grin, almost reminiscent of when he was a small boy back on Tatooine. "No, Padmé," he chuckled, and as she protested, batting him away, he wrapped his arms around her, leaning down and placing a feather like kiss against her lips.

"Anakin," she began, nudging him slightly with her free hand, laughing, "you're absolutely disgusting."

he gasped, stepping back and bringing his hand over his heart in feigned hurt. "Padmé," he said, sounding astonished, lashes fluttering delicately.

Padmé smiled, shaking her head at her husband, "oh, Ani."

Shrugging, Anakin brushed past her and began digging through the toolbox. After disappearing head first for about five minutes or so he finally reappeared holding an orange pair of . . . something in his mechanical hand.

"What is-in the ... what are those?" Padmé finally managed to force out, staring at the weird thingies in Anakin's hand, that looked a lot like a huge pair of tweezers.

"Pliers," he said simply.

Confused, she narrowed her eyes at them, frowning. Maybe the workshop life wasn't exactly fit for her, a complete one-eighty from the senate, but Anakin loved it, and if Anakin loved it. Well, then. She'd follow him as long as he didn't fall to the Dark Side or something crazy like that.

Anakin shuffled by, swinging the pliers in his hand, humming to himself as he went. Padmé watched.

They stayed like that near to an hour in comfortable silence, the only sounds being Anakin's tinkering and occasional muttering.

Quite enjoyable when one thought about it.

"Can you pass me the smaller cutters?"

Padmé jumped, startled by the noise. Heart racing, she nodded, fumbling around on the workbench beside her. She moved aside a hammer and a tray of bolts, reaching around a small cup of screws for a weird tool with sharp edges, the handle covered in grime.

"This?" She asked, holding it up for him to see, trying to seem innocent like he did so often by batting her lashes and quirking her head slightly, not even going for the pout, though.

Sighing, Anakin stood, taking the object from her hand. "No, though I commend you for your efforts," he said kissing her on the forehead.

Grabbing what he needed, she supposed. Anakin knelt back in front of the hood of the Speeder, attacking something aggressively.

"Do you need any more help?" She asked eventually, kneeling next to him with a damp cloth.

Anakin gave it a raised eyebrow.

"I was going to wipe your face off," she explained, looking down, a few strands of hair falling from her bun and into her face.

Anakin complied, allowing the cool rag to wash over his flushed skin and clean away the sweat, his eyes closed from the gentle feel of Padmé's hand. "I'll take water, too," he replied when she finished, tossing the rag away to be washed with the others.

Padmé gave him a soft smile, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek, her scent intoxicating to his senses. "Of course," she rose to her feet, gathering the basket with the dirty rags as she went.

Anakin lowered his head, wishing she was back already, even if it hadn't been a minute. Turning bolts over in his palm, Anakin turned back to his work, beginning the process, the long process of rebuilding and fixing the damage he had just finally deconstructed.

Twisting sockets this way and that, he was distracted when Padmé returned with his glass of water.

"Ani?" She called softly, setting it down on the workbench behind him. Padmé crossed the distance between them, pulling the sockets gently from his hands and laying them on the ground before grabbing his hand, "you need to take a break," she looked concerned, worry etching lines across her features.

Anakin opened his mouth, ready to protest but Padmé beat him to it.

"Anakin, please. It won't hurt you."

He shook his head," Padmé, I will. Thanks for the water, you're sure it's not hot chocolate?" He tried teasing, a slight smile playing across his lips, not quite reaching his eyes.

The brunette stepped back with a huff, hands on her hips, eyes alight with determination. "Don't make me com Obi-Wan," she snapped angrily, eyes narrowing.

Anakin through his hands up in defeat, Force knew the last thing he wanted was his wife and old master both on his case about resting. "Okay. Okay. Okay, he laughed, "you win."

Padmé exhaled in what seemed to be relief, "thank you."

Shrugging, Anakin swept her up into a hug, ignoring her protests about him being sweaty and smelling like a dead Bantha.

"Anakin kriffing Skywalker!"

[myshredda]

ok all this angst abt red leaving duck and duck knowing it's bound to happen eventually has made me think

(this got much angstier than i thought it would so tw for panic attacks and thoughts abt sh)

it's different now than it was in the healthy episode or even in the transport episode bc now they've grown comfortable w each other. They have a relationship, kids, a life together. Red wouldn't leave all that, would he? Normally duck is pretty confident that he wouldn't but sometimes doubt and horrible memories get the better of him.

Maybe he's up late one night, tossing and turning, head filled with anxiety so he decides to go downstairs and cook. (bc it's a relaxing thing he knows how to do and definitely not bc maybe if he proves he can be useful, Red won't leave him this time.) Turns out cooking just makes everything worse bc of all the horrible memories that he has in that kitchen and now it's dark and he's alone and his mind is a mess. the knives are looking a little too sharp and he's cutting a little too quickly and a little too close to his fingers. It would be so easy to miss and cut the wrong thing...The stove is hot and it would be so easy to just reach out... He's ripping stray feathers out inbetween throwing random things into a bowl and attempting to stir them. He can't fucking breathe, and Red's going to leave him and now he has to protect two small ones instead of one but who's going to protect him??? And he's alone in the kitchen and it's too dark and why can't he fucking breathe??????

Red hears someone mucking around in the kitchen at 3am and assumes it's one of the small ones but they're both there. Duck's bed is empty tho which sends a shiver of fear through him. he's goes downstairs and walks in on duck crying into a bowl of potatoes, gripping the peeler a little too tightly. He doesn't entirely know what to do but he knows the first thing is to take the peeler away and the second is to get him out of the kitchen. So he scoops him up and sits in his armchair while asking him what's wrong. Duck takes a big gasp of air like he was drowning as soon as they get out of the kitchen doorway and is a lot more present. Red just holds him for a while, while he cries, absolutely terrified bc none of them have had anything as bad as this since the teachers were still here.

Eventually duck explains that he doesn't want red to leave anymore. it starts as him begging him not to go, not to leave them alone anymore, but as he gets it out of his system, it turns into him saying he would prefer if red didn't go but understands if he needs to. they would be ok on their own, duck can handle whatever would happen wo him. He's strong, he's resigned himself to it, no more blubbering like a baby, it was very cowardly and unrespectful.

Red's in tears at this point bc even tho he doesnt know the specifics of what happened when he left the first time, he knows it was bad and both yellow and duck still have nightmares about it from time to time. And it was all his fault for leaving. He apologizes over and over and assures him he's never going to leave like that again, never ever. no matter how many times duck says he believes him and is feeling much better now actually, red still feels like he's not doing enough and needs to make up for it somehow. So then it's his turn to cry like a baby while duck holds him, which secretly makes him feel worse bc duck shouldn't be comforting him, but he just pushes his head deeper into his feathers.

eventually they tire themselves out and fall asleep in the chair. the kids make fun of them in the morning for being old and falling asleep as soon as they sit down somewhere, and it seems like everything's gone back to normal. except now there's less underlaying anxiety between the adults and they seem to be a bit more in love.

May I just start out by saying your fucking asks always send me into a state of hysterics just because of how GOOD they always are like. Your input literally is the backbone of this blog at this point, so thank you for pouring your brain into my askbox and giving me the privilege of vamping off it because it's SO FUN.

that being said this one is deeply evil and you'll be hearing from my therapist. I WISH I COULD WRITE A DUCK BREAKDOWN SO REAL AND SO IN CHARACTER UOGHH

Duck trying to find comfort in the familiar motions of cooking and instead throwing himself head-first into a panic attack over trauma he barely remembers, and now he's starting to spiral, and he's starting to get a bald patch on his hand from the feathers he's missing and he CAN'T THINK and everything is too sharp, too much, and what if Red really leaves him again. It's so different now. Between him and Yellow, and the other one, and the other other one. He loves them now, just as much as he loves Red. He really doesn't know if he'd be strong enough to protect all three now, after all, he couldn't even protect himself. Before, without Red, he was powerless, and it nearly cost him everything. And this time, if he's gone too, whose going to take care of his already traumatized kids?

But this time, thank god- thank fuck, Red stays. Red's here, and he can't really tell whats going on, his mind is fuzzy and black spots are dancing in his eyes, but the next thing he knows is his peeler is gone and he's in Red's chair and Red's there too and Red's face is so close and he sounds so concerned when he's asking him what's wrong and Duck just cries. Cries and cries and cries, the first time he's done it in front of Red, the hardest he's ever done it in his life, and all he can do is tell Red he'd prefer if he stayed now, and he feels so fucking pathetic and weak but it's like he'll die if he doesn't get the words out, it's not exactly the broken-hearted begging he wanted to do, but it's still so unrespectable of him it almost makes him feel worse. Weak, he's too weak to save himself, save his kids, to even say what he means. He's so fucking weak.

And now Red's crying too and it makes Duck feel worse because he's not supposed to make Red feel bad, he's supposed to be the rock, unmoved by fickle emotions, and here he is spilling his guts and making his- his...Making Red cry. But Red just keeps saying he's sorry and he'll never leave again, and it makes Duck's stomach feel weird, and the air in his lungs gets all fluttery, and his head draws itself back up out of his stomach, and its almost too good to be true, but Red just keeps saying it and saying it so it must be true. So he calms down, and Red gets worse, and now he's the one doing the comforting, which is what he's more familiar with, so he does so, and cradles Red's big head in his hands, pulling is forward, hiding it in the curve of his shoulder, and it feels like something that was broken inside him heals a little bit, there, with Red, again, in the dark.

The kids make fun of them in the morning because their kids make fun of everything, it's like its their job or something. Them sleeping in the chair is funny, apparently. But Duck can't find it in him to be too mad at them, he's just glad they feel safe enough to be little buggers. Red just tells them to go kick rocks or some other asinine thing, and it makes them all giggle and then Green's asking about breakfast and Pink wants fun cereal even though it's not the weekend, and Yellow ALSO wants fun cereal and maybe a grapefruit and maybe they could have some potatoes? Yellow likes potatoes, and Duck makes them the best 'cause they have the crispy crunchy bits. So Duck heaves a very long-suffering sigh and agrees to the potatoes but not the fun cereal (Shreddies or nothing, you little hellions) but before he can get up Red grips his hand tight, and Duck looks at him like 'wtf are u doing' and Red stares into his eyes in a Very Meaningful Way and deliberately squeezes his hand once, twice, three times

I. Love. You.

Duck squeezes back, of course he does, and it's so much sweeter now that his soul is light. He can barely feel the scar on his stomach, and his kids are moaning about potatoes and grapefruits and how yogurt isn't a breakfast food unless it's flavored to be, and did you know that plain yogurt is like sour cream's cousin? No it isn't. Yes it is! That's stupid! You're Stupid! Duck sighs again, and adds one more squeeze.

I. Love. You. Too.

[hawksugarbaby]

Shinso x reader - Burning sensation

Fluff

Every morning at 7:00 you would meet shinso outside your dorm to head to school "Hey Hitoshi how ya doin this mornin" you asked sideling up to the boy who you had gotten to know quite well through your walks too and from school, and your time in class, and lunch, and training after school, you were never really away from each other actually. He took comfort in the time you spent together and you enjoyed talking to him and being his friend. It was pretty understandable why he didn't want to be friends, to begin with, but there was no way in hell you were letting the boy go through 3 years of school without any friends! So you made it your own personal mission to change his mind about you, and you were pretty chuffed when he actually stopped pushing you away yep this boat was firmly tied to the dock now. "I'm fine just tired" he was always tired.

The gleaming white windows of your school came into view lighting up the area around it like a child shining a magnifying glass on a bunch of tiny ants swarming to their colony. You nudged his side with your elbow getting his attention "SO I heard someone is getting transferred into the hero course next year!" you were so proud of him! This was his dream come true and he was finally getting his big opportunity "yeah it's pretty crazy" it was true he was more than thrilled to be joining the hero course but he felt like he was betraying you in some way, you should be in there with him! You were just as powerful if not more than he was. It didn't feel right leaving you "I can't believe it Hitoshi! I'm so happy for you, we should go get ice cream later to celebrate!" you walked through the door together weaving through the other people dotted around the corridor to reach your own classroom tucked away at the end . the thought hadn't even crossed your mind about how lonely you would be without Hitoshi, and it was coming up for the end of the year, you would have to cherish your time more than ever. "Ice cream sounds nice."

Th day went on rather uneventfully, thankfully it was lunch now so food was on the top of your mind "what should I get today?" you asked your lavender friend, you were determined to have everything on the menu at least once before you left school, you had quite a few options to go "what about a cappuccino and the udon?" it was pretty lucky he was keeping track of what you had and hadn't got yet otherwise you would never get close to finishing the challenge "you just want my cappuccino huh" you stepped up to the counter and ordered your food and drink which was ready in a flash thanks to lunch rush (give the dude some credit he does lunch for that entire school every day!) "maybe" he gave a lopsided grin and you rolled your eyes.

you both set off for a table near the back where you usually sat when a green-haired boy waving his arm caught your eye "hey Hitoshi is that one of your new classmates" you questioned gesturing to the freckled boy who was frantically trying to get his attention "oh yeah that's midoriya" he brushed off the topic and continued off to your table "hey wait you should go sit with them!" you called after the boy who groaned and span round his purple locks dangled in front of his eyes blocking his view fully but he could tell you weren't gonna let him leave. "but... why?" "because they're your classmates silly come on" you pulled him over to the table much to his dismay "h-hey shinso do you want to sit with us?" midoriya asked and everyone else at the table eyed him up like a flock of vultures inspecting there pray "can (y/n) sit too?" wait no what you weren't in that class why would you sit there? That was like... the top dog table right? "Of course!" oh well oh kay then guess you were one with the big leagues now. "Hi it's nice to meet you, I'm ururaka" she introduced herself with a big grin, you noticed she was holding her juice with 4 fingers and had pink pads in the middle of her fingertips "I'm (l/n) nice to meet you too" you sat down next to Hitoshi excited to make some new friends, maybe if you liked them he would like them more.

"So you and shinso are really good friends huh?" you nodded as you took a sip of your cappuccino and ultimately decided it was one of the less amazing things on the menu "yeah he's like my best friend and I'm pretty much his emotional support dog" you giggled and handed off the warm, bitter drink to him which he was more than happy to take off your hands "in all honesty she should be the one joining your class, daughter of the number 2 hero couldn't cut the hero programme" he teased and everyone else gasped "YOUR DAD IS HAWKS!" yep it was true you were the daughter of the number 2 hero hawks and someone else?? Mum didn't stick around long, your quirk was a little HOT TO HANDLE (roll with it) "what's your quirk! Can you show us!" midoriya begged from across the table which Hitoshi was not happy about he didn't like it when people gave you more attention than he did "um no I definitely cannot show you! But I can tell you what it iss" you sang and the boy grabbed a pencil and notepad out his bag "uh it's called Pheonix I have retractable wings... made of blue fire... and I can fly and shoot the feathers and I have the feather blades like dad and all that jazz" "she also has the same dumb personality" Hitoshi added and you gasped looking at him hurt "don't talk about my dad like that he loves you" he did actually like Hitoshi a surprising amount and you were pretty convinced he shipped you like a 15-year-old girl watching 2 boys in an anime about superheroes (-_-)

"But if your dad is the number 2 hero how come you aren't in the hero course" ouch. You gripped your chopsticks harshly "some bitch thought it would be funny to knock me out during the entrance exam and it was too late to get me in by recommendation" the chopsticks snapped splintering off into a bunch of smaller pieces. The lively nature of the cafe suddenly turned to one of concern when 2 mini puffs of thick smoke filtered out from the back of your blazer blanketing the roof and the smell of burning fabric infiltrated your noses "your burning" Hitoshi said from beside you "OH sorry sorry I didn't notice" you said and started to calm yourself down by stealing Hitoshi's lemonade "you must be upset about having to be in different classes after the new year" the boy with the bird head said. Well yeah but he wouldn't be leaving you completely, you opened your mouth to speak but before you could start Hitoshi started "I don't intend on letting her go half a year alone in that class, either she moves up or I go back down" he grit his teeth at the thought of you being alone in that class by yourself, and if it meant he had to give up his dream of being in the hero course he would. You smiled and then sighed when you realised you couldn't finish your udon since your chopsticks had transformed into toothpicks.

Ah yes, finally the end of the day. You and Hitoshi walked out of the nicely air-conditioned school into the dry blistering heat of the outside world "oh god whyyy" you cried and shook your fist at the sun then immediately regretted it as a bunch of white spots danced around in your eyes (FUN FACT THOSE ARE CALLED PHOSPHENES. Y'know, like phosphor) "so ice cream" you stumbled around trying to your friends and jumped when he put his hands on the back of your shoulders "just keep walking dummy" he said and you did so until you gained your sight back. "It's such a hot day this is evil" you crossed your arms angrily as you made your way to your house since you had decided to get changed before you got ice cream so that the sweltering heat didn't melt you both to a puddle of sweat and ew (THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING WITH OKAY).

"HEY DAD ARE YOU HOME?" you shouted into the house and a little red feather shot down to where you were standing "I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES THEN" you and shinso wandered up to your room dumping your bags with an audible thud "crop top and jeans?" you asked holding up your clothes and showing them off to Hitoshi "sure why not," he said and pulled out the bag of clothes in the bottom of your wardrobe that you kept there for him. "Vest and shorts?" he held up the clothes and you nodded and he descended down the hall to the bathroom waving to your dad as he went past. It was such a perfect day, it was too good to be overthinking little things like clothes or how lonely you would be without Hitoshi or what he meant when he said when he wasn't leaving you behind or how he really felt about you or- "how's my chicklet?" (hawk's most defining personality trait is that he likes chicken don't @me) your dad asked ruffling your hair "it is too hot to exist right now but Hitoshi and I are gonna get ice cream" you grinned and cracked open your window hoping a breeze would come through and cool you down a smidge. "Like a date?" "No dad it's not a date" "finneee have fun" he pouted and left you alone to get changed.

"Hey, Hitoshi what ice cream do you want?" you asked looking over the menu on the side of the truck that was parked in the park... "it's a vanilla day I think," you stepped up to the counter ordering your ice creams both with a flake obviously and sat on a cool metal bench which was hidden by the big weeping willow tree, it was your favourite spot in the whole park because it was always shady and the big tree made you feel like little kids again, you were so small in comparison and when the wind picked up the branches whipped around like a carousel and tangled together like a curtain to hide behind.

"hey you'll be okay in the class by yourself for a while right?" he asked and took a pit off his ice cream "I'll have to be won't I. I'm really proud of you you know that" you stole the flake that he was about to bite into and took a bite out of it letting the chocolate bit's fall off and land on your crop top melting almost instantly "I know. But I promise I'm gonna get you up there with me. You won the sports festival I don't know why they're taking me" (ROLL WITH IT) he stole your flake in retaliation and started eating his ice cream "because you deserve it stop doubting yourself" you preached. You listened to the cars drive by and the angry drivers honking at each other, in all fairness there were indicators for a reason. The bustling life of the city drowned out by the calm bubble surrounding the 2 of you "well you deserve it too (y/n)" he argued and you both burst into a fit of laughter knowing that it was almost impossible to be mad at each other and this wasn't even close to a reason.

"Hey I need to tell you something" he whispered taking a bite out of the sugary cone "oooh~ are you going to profess your undying love for me" you giggled not knowing what you were getting into in the next few minutes "yes... I am" ".....WHAT!" WELL, THIS TOOK A TURN "I like you. Like in a girlfriend type of way" he sighed when a big flake of his cone cracked and fell into the dirt under him "oh. This is unexpected" you whispered taking a bite out of your own cone getting crumbs down your top "if you don't feel the same it's okay I just wanted you to know" he pursed his lips and drew little circles in the dry dirt "no I do, I do feel the same I guess I just didn't realise I felt the same... does that make sense?" it probably didn't.

Of course, you felt the same, he had been your best friend for a while now so obviously you caught some feelings but you had never given them a title like, a crush or love or anything like that, they were just there. They would either go away or they wouldn't and now you were here. You were glad they hadn't "yeah it does" he smiled and the wind picked up a bit lacing the branches together to create th perfect veil as he leaned down and kissed you softly, it was nice and filled with love and admiration and your face turned soft pink and matched the heat of the sun beating down right now.

It didn't last long unfortunately as 2 pillars of smoke started coming out of your shirt and burning fabric once again took over your senses "NO NO NO NOT NOW COME ON" you shouted feeling the fabric separating on your back and you held the front of your crop top on your front "okay well we're gonna not do that for now" Hitoshi said calmy and you shot him a panicked glance gesturing to your unfortunate situation with your other hand. The back of your top fell off and you arched your back when it came into contact with the cold rugged bark of the willow tree "OKAY WELL NOT WALKING HOME LIKE THAT" he shouted and took off his vest throwing it to you and turning away.

You put it on quickly after you calmed down a bit and you weren't burning anything. "Okay you can turn around," you instructed focusing only on the branches in front of you "what not gonna look at me?" "nope" "why not?" you cleared your throat and clicked your tongue "because if I do this shirt will just burn off too and then we'll have to phone dad and get him to bring me a shirt and then he'll ask how I managed to burn two of my shirts off and then I have to listen to him go on and on like a 15-year-old girl about how he totally called that we would get together and then-" "alright I get it," he said putting his hand over your mouth 'well you just set yourself up for failure' you thought and licked his hand which he pulled back and wiped on your jeans "your gross" he chuckled and stood up wiping the dirt off his jeans and standing directly in your eye line putting his hand out to help you up. Which you didn't accept since you were rather busy ogling those goddamn washboard abs "well your not burning yet but you might be brain dead" he flicked your forehead and you shook your head slightly accepting his help up.

You started to walk home as the bright blue sky turned to a medley of tangerine and lavenders with pink brush strokes in between. "We should get ice cream more often," he said his honeyed voice cutting the silence held between you "I agree, we train so much we deserve it!" you exclaimed "you just wanna see me shirtless" he teased. It took every ounce of willpower you had to not burn the shirt off by accident but thankfully you didn't "pfft no. I want ice cream the shirtless thing doesn't have to be exclusively an ice cream thing" you pointed out nudging his shoulder with yours as your house got closer and he rolled his eyes wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you next to him like 2 magnets sticking to each other.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow Hitoshi," you said once you reached your door "yeah see you tomorrow," he said pecking your cheek and walking off down the road leaving you astonished at your door. "DAD YOUR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS" you screamed as you entered the house.

4 weeks later

"We have another student joining the hero course" the grumpy teacher announced and you bust into the 1-A classroom with your wings outstretched behind you "PUT THE GREMLIN BACK" shinso shouted from the back of the classroom "GO BACK UNDER THE BRIDGE YOU CAME FROM" you shouted back and took your seat next to him "dad wants to know if you're staying for dinner after training" you whispered, "yeah what are we having?" "chicken" 

[jjmorelikeotp]

Christmas Quidditch [SeongJoong Hogwarts AU] Part 1

Fluff, maybe slight teenage angst stuff? Jelaousy, Hufflepuff!Seonghwa and Gryffindor! as well as Quidditch Captain! Hongjoong

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"Oh please, he's totally got it going on with that Slytherin guy."

"Bullshit. San is all over Wooyoung."

Hongjoong sighs, slamming his gloved fist on the table.

"Can you please all just focus for now?! We got more important things to do!"

"Alright, alright."

Mingi laughs, giving the captain a friendly pat on the shoulder.

Their next quidditch game is against Slytherin, yet all the team is talking about is some possible love interest. Not that Hongjoong cares; he is busy enough being in both quidditch and his extra courses. He doesn't even notice Yunho and Jongho talking about Seonghwa.

He doesn't.

He explains the tactic to the team; Slytherin currently has Minho as a seeker, so it's going to be very tough. They need strategy, and most importantly, more training.

As he comes back from a whole afternoon up in the air, Hongjoong is drained, yet he somehow ends up dragging himself to the library.

He needs some silence, and the Gryffindor dorms are not the place to go for that. Besides, maybe he can study for an hour or so.

Or not.

Because of course, someone is already there, sitting in his favourite spot.

Candle light paints his perfect features; reflected by the glasses on his perfect nose, his perfect lips formed into a small, unintentional pout.

Hongjoong sighs.

Park Seonghwa.

Of course. Who else would it be? Who else had the power to distract him than a pretty boy who has barely spoken to him at all?

A very, very pretty boy.

Very pretty.

As if he could hear his thoughts - which Hongjoong prays he doesn't - the Hufflepuff looks up, and their eyes meet.

For some reason, his eyes widen a little under the glasses, and he leans back, breathing out a quiet "Hi!"; they're in the library after all.

"You you mind?", Hongjoong points at the empty chair next to Seonghwa's, who rapidly shakes his head. "Of course not! Sit."

He murmurs out a little thank you before placing his books on the table, and for a while, they're just sitting like this. His brain is a rollercoaster, and it takes all of his energy to not let his eyes jump on the boy next to him every ten seconds (at least).

Worse than that, it's enough for his eyes to travel to his slim, elegant fingers resting on the table, playing with a pen. Apparently, Seonghwa doesn't like writing with feathers.

Or maybe it's just for his notes.

Hongjoong stares at the words in his chapter about sea monsters, but he can't bring himself to actually make sense out of a single sentence.

Everything about Seonghwa is so pretty.

Even his voice, when he speaks up.

"Is-I mean was the quidditch training hard? You look tired."

"How did you know I come from there?", Hongjoong asks, suprised. That came off rude as hell, though.

A blush creeps up Seonghwa's cheeks, but it's probably just the smoke of the candles or something. "Ah", he says. "A friend told me you had practice today. I mean, Gryffindor. Because of the game vs Slytherin next week. Yeah. For quidditch." He falls silent after that.

(And he looks pretty.)

"Yeah, it's hard." Hongjoong exhales, running his fingers through his hair. "We need a really good strategy for that, and we need to be faster-"

He stops. Seonghwa is friends with several Slytherins. He probably should not talk about that, but honestly, his brain his garbage, and the older reaching out for his hand to give it an encouraging squeeze does NOT help.

"I'm sure you'll do amazing", he whispers, and Hongjoong is glad he is sitting on his butt, because that smile is enough to wipe him off his feet.

Then Seonghwa realizes that they barely ever interact, and pulls his hand away. "Ah-sorry. I'm just so used to it, you know, I didn't mean to cross your boundaries or anything, like, personal space and stuff-this is all Wooyoung's fault."

He laughs awkwardly.

Hongjoong doesn't like it.

Why is he used to him and Wooyoung holding hands?

"It's okay", he says, "no worries."

"Welll, I g-gotta go now, you know, I still have to water my owl-"

Seonghwa baffles around, stuffing his papers into his bag in a rush. Hongjoong's mind is too full to realize anything.

The game comes faster than he'd like.

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yallll this was in my drafts for a solid YEAR wtffff. also, the real mv trailer came out today. Am I okay? NO. I AM FUCKING NOT. ALSO WE ARE GETTING AN IDE TO JOY ANSWER AND THE WONDERLAND SYMPHONY WHAT THE FUUUUCKKJ

[the-unknown-storyteller]

Small

(Universe by @linkeduniverse)

(Based on this ask by anon)

Summary: People say that only good, well-behaved children can see the good-hearted Picori. They hide around the house and come out at night to fix small holes in your clothes or help your flowers grow just a smidge taller at night.

So keep your eyes and ears wide open and you might just spot one of the kindest creatures in Hyrule.

Given you yourself are just as kind.

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“I don't quite know if all of you can go through the gateway, but we won't know until we try. Here, give me your hand, Hyrule.” An outstretched hand reaches for Hyrule and pulls him upwards onto the small tree stump. He looks down at his feet and stares at the small marks carved into the wood. Well, “mark” is an exaggeration. It's just a small X really.

“I don't like this. Why do we even have to go to these… what did you call them? Midgets?”, Legend interjects, looking at the stump with a frown. He would like his body to stay exactly the same as it is now, thanks, no shrinking needed.

Four chuckles. “Of course, you would manage to insult their size and appearance in one word, Legend. Even without meaning to. Don't let them hear you call them that. They may be small, but they've still got their pride.

To answer your question… there’s no reason, really. I just thought since we're in my Hyrule, I could show you around a bit.” Four grins at them, then taps his left foot twice on the stump. “Brace yourself, Hyrule, this may be a bit unpleasant,” he smiles, giving his companion a heads-up.

Immediately, a rippling sensation races through their bodies before Hyrule has the chance to prepare himself. His hands are starting to feel weird, first and foremost. He brings up his left hand and sees it shaking and trembling vigorously. It’s getting hard to breathe and he’s starting to feel lightheaded. It's as though someone is pressing down on him from all sides but below. His chest feels too small for all the air he wants to take in right now. The air around him seems to drop drastically in temperature or is that him? All he knows is that his cheeks feel warm while his arms have goosebumps.

His eyes dart around until they latch onto Four next to him. He looks completely fine. Hyrule, on the other hand, feels anything but fine.

Everything feels wrong, imbalanced, the only constant being Four’s cold hand in his right. Hyrule is sure that his knees are about to give in on him. He loses his grip on Four’s hand and can do nothing but let go completely. He promptly loses his balance as well and stumbles to his left until he is stopped by a wall that wasn't there before. A shallow kind of pain pulsates through his head and he just slowly lowers himself to the ground, head and back resting against the wall. His body is aching. He feels tired. So he closes his eyes for just a few seconds. Just a few seconds…

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“That was horrible, Four! I know you want to show us your Hyrule, but why did you have to start with this?! That's one bad first impression, alright.” Wind’s exasperated voice travels over to where Hyrule is propped up against the wall and wakes the sleeping hero.

“Ah, sorry, I forgot how incredibly bad shrinking for the first time feels, I’ve been doing it for so long. But you're going to love them, just you wait. I promise it's going to be great!” Four’s usually calm and quiet voice has an excited bounce to it that any of them rarely get to hear.

“Them? Who are them?” Hyrule says, coming up from behind them with slow careful steps. His head still feels a bit heavy. He looks to his left and sees a giant mushroom five times his size. It is massive! He looks over to Four with a disbelieving but also fascinated expression.

His gaze then travels over to his right and sees Wild laying on the ground, his cloak thrown across him like a blanket. “Why…”, he trails off, pointing at Wild with confusion.

“Oh, let me explain,” Four says, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. “I kind of expected it, but only a few of you were able to pass through the gate.”

Hyrule then notices that besides Four, Wild and himself, only Wind is there with them. Wind and a very grumpy looking Legend.

“I guess most in our group are already considered ‘adults’. Time and Twilight already felt nauseous when they stepped onto the tree stump. Sky and Warrior first felt fine, but then jumped down from the stump as if it had burned their feet.” He looks up towards the crack in the wood above them. They're inside the stump!

“You and Legend were able to pass through alright-”

“If you can even call ‘alright’. My breakfast in the corner tells a different story.” Legend grimaces at said corner.

“Sorry.” An apologetic smile. “Wild’s transformation on the other hand, was quite strange, I would say. He could access the gate just fine, even the process of the shrinking barely affected him which is even stranger, given how badly you two reacted.” He walks over to where Wild is resting and recovering. He watches him with a thoughtful expression. “He was fine, but when he took a step forward, he just suddenly collapsed.” Worried looks are exchanged.

“I think, it's related to how he slept for a hundred years. Technically, he's 119,” Four continues. “But his memories were simultaneously wiped clean as well, so maybe…”

“It doesn't really matter, anyway,” Legend grumbles, annoyed by all this speculative crap. “I'm sure he's fine. He looks alright to me. Let's just wake him up and finally get going.”

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“Do all the others know where we're going?”, Wild asks, looking up at the grass blades around him that are at least three times his height. Legend was right, he was totally fine then. Just a bit shaken up from the sensation of passing through the gateway. It reminded him too much of…

“Yeah, they know. After we found out that only us four could pass through, I told them to go north until they see a tree with blue berries. Well, they really only have to look to their right. It's basically right next to the portal. You all probably noticed,” Four chirps, seemingly in a fantastic mood which jumps over to Wind and Wild who are starting to get just as excited. If a mushroom is already impressively big, then how massive must that tree look from their perspective down below.

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“Can you see them?”

“Yeah, down there! Oh Hylia, they're so small and adorable!”

“Calm down, Sky. Let's just keep an eye on them. With Hyrule and Cub on the team something is guaranteed to go wrong.”

“Have a bit more faith in them, will you?”

“No.”

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“Welcome to the village of the Picori,” Four says with a happy grin on his face.

“Wow!!”, Wild and Hyrule cry out at the same time. They look up at the tree canopy impossibly far above them, adorned with bright blue berries that make Wild’s mouth water. Their eyes travel down the tree stump until they stop at a forest of four leaf clovers towering over them and giving the small houses beneath them shelter. Small stones on the ground on either side mark a path to the village.

Hyrule jumps with an excited clap and makes his way to the small cottages. Wild follows closely after, while Legend takes long strides to the small village as well.

Most of the houses are built on small raised platforms, probably to keep them from being washed away, should it rain anytime in the future. The somewhat rounded roofs of those houses that were made out of wood were painted in subtle yellows and blues, paint made from flowers and those blue berries if they had to guess. The door frames were decorated with all kinds of dried flowers, leaves and empty nut shells.

Others are actual pots that were somehow cut down in the middle and flipped closed side up, finished with a small wooden door attached to its open end. The remaining ones look like small clusters of mushroom. Blue, red, yellow. They are small. They look like fly agarics. They are perfect.

“Come on, I want to introduce you to some of the Picori,” Four interrupts, waving them over to one of the blue pots. He gently knocks on the door. “Addison?”

They can hear small feet approaching the door before it is swung open to reveal a small mouse-like creature with pointy ears, dark brown hair and a red pointed hat. Their clothes are made out of leaves and a feather with a red end peeks out from underneath them.

“Oh, travellers, welcome,” the small Picori says, nodding their head. As they scan over the small group of people before their door, their eyes fall on a certain long-haired hero.

“Link, it's wonderful to see you!” They grab Four’s arm and gently pull him inside their home, gesturing for Wild, Legend and Wind to follow as well. “It's been such a long time. Who are they, by the way? Are they your friends? They kind of look like you, are they your older and younger brothers? It's been such a long time since you've last visited us. I already said that, but I'm just so excited to see you again!

Last time you were here, you took me on quite the journey. I hope that fairy we finally found could help you on your travels back then. Anyway, are they your brothers or no?”, the Picori stops their rambling to turn their head slightly to the right, giving Four time to answer their questions.

“No, they're… well, it's hard to explain-”

“We’re incarnations of each other,” Legend bluntly states, watching Addison’s reaction.

“Huh, neat,” they respond, going through their cabinets in search of something to eat. “Anyway, it's nice to meat you, my name is Addison. I’m sure you must be hungry. If not, then I'm sure you're at least up for a snack. Ah, there we go.” They pull out a golden piece of roasted chestnut and a few small cups and plates. They set them all down on the table further back in the room and wave the group over once again.

At first, all the Links except Four stand there with a dumbfounded expression, surprised by their response. “Why aren't you-”

“Oh come on, we Picori folk have witnessed quite some strange and spectacular things. Incarnations are the least surprising out of all the things we've seen,” Addison explains, stirring something inside the jug they're holding.

“Alright then,” Wild says, sitting down at the desk. The others follow. The Picori walks over to their guests and fills their cups.

“What is it?”, Wind asks, watching with a curious gaze as his cup is being filled with some kind of dark blue-ish liquid.

“Chestnut and bloo berry lemonade.”

“Blueberry?”

“No, bloo berry. The things that grow on the tree above us. It's quite scary when they drop down in the summer, but they're really delicious. Try it.”

“Thank you, Addison,” Four smiles, taking a piece of the chestnut and a sip from the lemonade. It really does taste delicious, but he already knew that.

“So, what brings you here, Four and friends of Four?”, Addison asks, big happy curious eyes watching them. Their pointed ears twitch in excitement.

“Wait, how do you know my current name I never-”

Addison shoots him a cheeky grin. Four rolls his eyes in amusement and continues.

“Oh, it's nothing, really. We changed, uh,” Four hesitates, “ we changed world's again and landed in mine and I thought it would be fun to introduce you since you probably already know most of them.” A grin.

“Ah, sure. You there with the red cap,” the Picori looks at Legend. “Show me your left boot.”

With much confusion and a bit of annoyance mixed in Legend takes off his boot and lets the Minish take a look.

“Hm? Oh, I know you. Legend, right? You were in Lorule, solving treasure hunter rooms, and ripped your boot while trying to do that pyramid puzzle,” Addison plays with their feather, thinking, “multiple times, I think. You couldn't do it, tore your left boot and threw it against the wal-”

“We got it. That's really creepy, Addison, why do you know that?”, Legend says, giving them a weirded out look.

“Because I was the one who fixed your boot.”

“Oh… thank you.” Legend looks down at his left boot that looks exactly like his right. No tear, no seams.

Addison turns around and looks at Hyrule. “I know you as well. You accidentally sliced the straps of your bag off in a fight, it was fun to sew that back together, Hyrule, thank you.” Their eyes swivel over to Wild. “The only thing I have to say to you is… please take more care of your clothes. The amount of tears and holes we have to fix each night is atrocious.”

“Sorry.” Wild tucks at his cloak, then at his tunic to check for said holes, slightly embarrassed that he made them do so much work.

After a short pause where everyone just enjoys the drinks and the food, the small Picori stands up and smiles at them. They opens the door of their home. “Done with your snack? Then let's go exploring.”

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It's late but I really wanted to post something, so I'm just gonna make it into two parts. Wouldn't have fit into one post anyway since tumblr mobile is stupid.

[omg-just-peachy]

Honestly anything fluffy with natsharon would be super appreciated. Maybe a college au where they're dragging through homework and classes and it's super wintery and one of them is dying from a cold and the other one spoils them rotten? 🏫

Yes 💕 Some fluffy, college au natsharon for this freezing Monday! Natasha is sick on a snow day full of homework and stress and Sharon is very very soft with her that I hope you enjoy!

“Ugh, what good is class being cancelled if I still have this much work to do?” Sharon grumbles from where she’s perched at her desk. “I don’t think I’ve moved all morning.” She glances over when Natasha makes a noncommittal noise from the couch. She’d been poring over her reading assignment all morning, but had barely said a word since they woke up a few hours ago. Sharon gets up and plops herself down next to Nat, sliding an arm around her.

“What are you working on? Want to take a break? It looks like it stopped snowing finally; we could get some fresh air, take a walk, maybe get some coffee? I need something if I have any hope of finishing this paper today.” Sharon huffs out a sigh and pokes at Nat. “Hey, sleepyhead!” She leans in and peppers her face with feather-light kisses. “What do you say?”

Nat looks up and gives her best, I love you, even when you won’t shut up in the morning, smile.

“That sounds nice,” she agrees. Her voice sounds as tired as she looks, though, and Sharon’s eyebrows come together briefly. Natasha is always on the quiet side, but this morning had seemed extra silent, even for her. Sharon usually tried not to push, knows Natasha found it hard to open up to … anyone, really. Since they’d been together, Sharon knew she’d been privy to a side of Nat that most people never saw.

“Are you okay? We don’t have to go. Or, I can go and bring you something back? You can stay here and keep working. Or nap, but you look like you could use a break either way,” Sharon suggests quietly.

“Hmm, no I’m okay. We should get some fresh air, you’re right. Let’s get dressed and go.” Natasha clears her throat a few times before speaking and Sharon eyes her, suspicion growing. She could just be tired. God knows they’d both had their share of all-nighters recently, and not the fun kind. The semester was just starting and it seemed like their professors had spent all of winter break thinking of the best ways to give their students nervous breakdowns. On the other hand, though, everyone they knew had been coming down with a killer of a winter cold. Between the weather, the long hours in the germy library, and the stress of it all, it was only a matter of time before one of them came down with something. Sharon just hoped it wasn’t Nat’s turn now.

They change from their snow day sweats into weather appropriate clothes, layering on scarves and hats and gloves until they both looked like snowmen with hair. They look up at each other and burst out laughing. Sharon grabs Nat’s gloved hand and they head out into the cold. Honestly, anything for coffee.

–

“Okay this is painfully cold” Sharon says, just as Natasha gives a wistful sort of sigh.

“It’s beautiful out here,” she says. Sharon shakes her head. She was way more of a summer person, but Nat was always saying how refreshing and pretty the winter was. Gross, but still cute Sharon had to admit. Nat had her gloved hands in her pockets now, and her nose was pink from the cold, and Sharon smiled a little looking at her. She was adorable, enjoying the weather.

They’d only been walking for a few minutes when Nat slowed down, and Sharon stopped to glance behind her. Nat was rubbing at her nose and sniffling. Sharon knew her own nose was undoubtedly a little pink from the cold, too, but Natasha’s was basically twitching, and Sharon could see her trying to stop the inevitable sneeze from coming. Before she could even open her mouth, Nat dips her head into her scarf as a two quick stifled sneezes escaped her. “Heh-tsngx! Itssh! ‘Scuse me!” She rubs at her nose gently, and gives Sharon a quick, small smile. 

“Bless you! Are you sure we should keep going? You can really go back to my apartment, I can bring back whatever you want. I won’t be long,” Sharon tells her, just a hint of worry creeping into her voice.

“I’m snf! fine, really! It’s just cold out here.” Nat brushes it off like it’s nothing, and Sharon takes her hand again and leads them on towards the little cafe they both love. She would make sure Nat got tea this time and not her usual: an insane order that involved several extra shots. Sharon didn’t know how the girl ever slept, honestly.

They keep walking, trudging through the previously untouched snow. They must be a sight, out here going for coffee when every sane person had taken the opportunity to hibernate for the day.

“Fine, I guess it is kind of, oh, bless you!”

Natasha had stopped again, bending at the waist at a flurry of sneezes hit her once again. “Heh-hngx! Eiishh! Itsh! Snf! Snf! Hetshhiew!” She can’t hold the last one back, despite what Sharon knew was her best attempt at rubbing at her nose with a knuckle. She sniffles damply afterward, and gives a sigh of defeat at letting that last one go.

“You really don’t have to do that, you know, it’s just me,” Sharon says softly. She pulls Nat to her and gives her a quick hug and presses a kiss to the tip of her nose. It’s freezing, and the hug is more just the press of their puffy jackets together, but it’s quiet outside with the snow all around them and it’s nice, just like this, for a minute.

Sharon pulls away when she feels Natasha sniffle a few times against her neck and makes a quiet, sympathetic sound. It was so not just the cold air doing this to her, Sharon knew. She should have pushed a little harder, made her stay inside, but Natasha is so stubborn when she wants to be that Sharon knows it would have be pointless.

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” Sharon tells her.

“You, too!” Natasha huffs at the suggestion and Sharon can’t help but smile a little. Stubborn.

–

They walk into the coffee shop and it’s pleasantly warm, the little fireplace in the corner going, and even better, it’s deserted.

“I’ve never seen this place like th-hiitshngx!” A sneeze cuts Natasha off mid-sentence, and she buries her face into her scarf once more as it hits. She groans a little and blinks a few itchy tears away from her eyes.

“Bless you! We’re definitely getting you some tea, okay? And maybe we can take a longer break when we get back. Put a movie on or something? I have some medicine left from when I was sick at the end of last semester…” Sharon is making plans as Nat stands there, a bleary look on her face, and she knows it’s a matter of time before she sneezes again. She puts a hand on Nat’s shoulder.

“It’s just the t-temperature snf! Hengxshh! Ish!” Natasha tries arguing as Sharon rolls her eyes.

“Right. Come on, let me buy you tea anyway,” Sharon says, leading her to the front of the cafe and placing their order for them. Nat is too busy trying to keep her nose in check, now more than ever since they were in public. Sharon pays and waits for her name to be called. She hands Natasha her peppermint tea, and she takes a careful sip, swallowing gently, like it hurts her throat. Sharon’s heart gives a little pang.

“Honey. How long have you been feeling bad? Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks as they start their walk back to Sharon’s apartment.

“Snf! I’ve been kinda tired all week, I don’t know. I figured I was just regular tired, but this morning I woke up a-ahh-nd I, oh, Ihh-tsh! Snf! ‘Scuse mbe,” Nat murmurs, taking another careful sip of her tea. “I woke up this morning and my throat hurt and everything was just, off, I guess.” She ducks her head, suddenly shy at having admitted something like being sick. Sharon gives her a sympathetic smile, thinking about all the blankets she was going to wrap them up in when they got back. She was pretty sure there was soup at home, too. 

“It’s fine, everyone has been sick lately, it was a matter of time, really. I’ll take good care of you,” she promises.

By the time they get back, Natasha is shivering almost nonstop, and it’s a good thing her tea has a lid on it, between that and the coughs wracking her slight frame. Sharon feels her heart twist with worry again as she takes Nat’s coat from her and hangs it up, piling their hats and scarves on the table.

“Lay down, let me go find the DayQuil. Put something on Netflix, okay? We can spare one homework-free afternoon,” Sharon tells her. When she gets back, Nat is flipping aimlessly through show after show.

“Here, you take this, and I’ll do this…” Sharon says, holding out a cup of medicine and taking the remote from Natasha’s still trembling hand. “How about this?” She asks, hitting play on an episode of Grace and Frankie. It was funny and light and they both loved it.

Natasha takes the medicine and Sharon settles in beside her, situating the three blankets she’d taken from her bed and brought into the living room. Sharon’s settling herself in close next to Natasha and gives a contented sigh. Nat might be the sick one, but if she was being honest, they could both use a little bit of a break, and the snow was the perfect excuse for it.

She’s about to say as much when Natasha sniffles a few times before sneezing into one of the blankets. “Hehh-Ihtshiiew! H’tsshhoo! Huushhh!” Sharon can’t help but notice that Nat lets herself sneeze freely for the first time. Sharon wondered if she was feeling that bad that she couldn’t hold them back anymore or… Maybe she was comfortable enough with Sharon to let herself go just a little. It was a nice thought.

Sharon rubs her back and presses a kiss to her shoulder. “Bless you! Are you feeling really bad, honey? You should try and take a nap,” she says, quietly. “I’ll stay here with you. Let’s be honest, I’ll probably fall asleep before you,” she jokes.

“I can try. You don’t have to sit with me, though, I know you have a lot to do…” Natasha’s voice quivers a little at the end of her sentence and she blinks a few times. Sharon looks over at her and realizes with a start that she looks like she was a few seconds from tears.

“Hey, what’s wrong? It’s fine, really! I made a lot of progress this morning…” She starts talking and the tears that had been threatening spill over onto Natasha’s cheeks. “Sweetheart, really. I love you, you’re allowed to be sick and take a break, okay?” She leans over and gently dabs the tears away as Nat takes a shaky breath in.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” She says, forcing a laugh and shaking her head.

“You’re sick and tired and have been staying up way too late way too often. I got you, though, really.” Sharon kisses Nat softly, and her lips taste like peppermint tea and medicine and they’re still a little chilled. Sharon’s stomach flips over a few times because she just really loves her, and hates to see her cry. Hadn’t seen her cry until today. 

Talk about a day of firsts.

“Thank you. I love you,” Natasha whispers. She seems to melt into the blankets now, like something had shifted in the last few minutes. She rests her head on Sharon’s shoulder and sniffles a few times as they sit quietly together.

Sharon feels her eyes getting heavy, lulled by the warm press of Natasha against her and the weight of the pile of blankets. She sneaks a look at Nat, who had fallen asleep almost immediately, and was now snuffling quietly beside her.

She smiles a little to herself. Not the worst snow day, after all.

[blueplanettrash]

If you're still doing Voltron fics, could you do one with a Winged AU where Lance hides his wings because they're different, pretty, but different, and when something goes wrong on a mission he uses them to save everyone with some really cool unique power he has? I mean, if you want to. I really love your work and wanted to know.

This took me like three days to do because I couldn’t stop colouring wings for them. Anyways, I hope you guys like this.

Lance watched his teammate’s fly around the nest he was laying in. They set up the nest in the hanger’s rafters so they could easily go up there after missions and still have plenty of room to fly around when they were traveling through space. He found it funny; when he first met each of them in the Garrison he was puzzled by their wings but now that they were in space, it all made sense. Shiro soared above him, his black and white speckled wings stretched out to either side of him. Unlike usual, he looked completely relaxed as the air blew through his fringe.

He dodged neatly to the side when Keith shot up from underneath him, trying to knock him off course. They laughed and circled each other in mock fight formation. The red, yellow, and orange wing beat wildly trying to make up for the sheer size that Shiro’s wings had over his own. He laid his head on his arms to look over the side of the nest when they fell into a nosedive towards the floor.

Hunk and Pidge both shriek and dove out of the way, Hunk’s chocolate brown and golden wing instinctually covered Pidge even though they were already standing on the ground. She huffed and pushed the limb off as Hunk gave sheepish apologies. She only gave him a fond grin but looked up at Shiro and Keith with an annoyed glare, which they didn’t notice as they were still chasing each other around the hanger. Her emerald green wings snapped up and she gave chase, surprising the two at her speed. Hunk laughed and gave a powerful beat and was gliding alongside the others. Lance looked on with a smile, he loved seeing his friends fly. They were able to forget about where they were and what they were meant to do and just became kids again.

‘Maybe it’s time to tell them the truth,’ Lance thought with a small frown. It had been months since they came to the Castle and they had undoubtedly bonded as not only a team but closer to a family. He heard the sound of soft flapping and looked behind him to see his team with ruffled feathers and carefree smiles on their faces.

‘No time like the present, I guess,’ he turned to them with a smile.

“How come you didn’t join us?” Shiro asked curiously trying to stroke his feathers into place. Lance looked down with a nervous gulp and started wringing his hands together.

“I was actually thinking of that right now,” he said. Looking up he saw that he had every paladin’s attention. He pressed his hands together to try and stop them from trembling.

“What is it?” Hunk asked. His forehead was creased in worry as he looked at his best friend. Not even he had seen Lance’s wings and he had known him the longest out of everyone. Not by much, they met the first year of the Garrison but still.

“I-um,” he mumbled trying to work up the courage. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, he trusted them and he wanted them to know.

“It’s okay Lance, we’ll understand,” Shiro said encouragingly with a small grin on his face.

“I- I’m wingless,” he finally blurted out.

‘Shit,’ he thought. He cautiously looked up at his teammates and almost cringed at the pity that was plan on their faces. They all rushed forward, engulfing him in a hug and began chirping and cooing at him in comfort. He sighed into the group and after a while ducked down out of it. Although being wingless wasn’t uncommon, they still felt guilty that they had been flying around carelessly while he was grounded.

“Lance… I am so sorry,” Shiro said after a moment of silence. The others nodded in agreement looking heartbroken at Lance. He gave them a single shrug and slightly turned away from them.

“It’s alright I guess, I’ve lived with it my entire life,” he stated softly. He walked to the edge of the nest and made to get out.

“Where are you going?” Keith asked. Lance turned to them and gestured to the door at ground floor.

“I’m pretty beat, I’m going to crash for the night,” he replied with a shrug.

“You could sleep up here,” Pidge suggested looking at the rest of the team. They nodded and looked at Lance with hope. He bit his lip and looked away.

“I would but I, uh, have to shower and do a face mask and stuff still,” Lance replied shooting finger guns at them to their disappointment. He felt guilty as their wings drooped slightly.

“Maybe if I’m not too tired I’ll come back after I’m done,” he sighed. They immediately perked up again with a smile. He headed for the ladder attached to the beam and shrieked in surprise when arms lifted him up and began descending to the ground. He glanced up and saw Shiro grinning down at him. He gently placed him on the ground and ruffled his hair.

“I hope I see you later,” he said before taking off again back up to the nest. He nodded even though he knew that Shiro couldn’t see him and trudged out of the hanger.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Lance growled at himself as he turned the water in the shower on. He paced in front of the mirror and wrung his hands together in agitation.

“Wingless?! Really?” He groaned dragging his hands down his face. He faced the shower and grasped the hem of his shirt and carefully peeled it over his head. He carefully unwrapped the bandages wrapped around his torso and let the cloth slide down his feathers. He sighed and ran his fingers through the dull blue feathers and looked in the mirror. He winced as the ache in his joints when he lifted and flexed the four wings on his back.

Not two.

Four.

As far as he knew he was only the third person to ever have four wings. The first he came to find, told the world of his condition believing himself to be descended from a god. Ultimately he was captured by the government and experimented on to find out more about his mutation. The second was a newborn girl who was taken away from her mother the minute she was born.

She didn’t make it to her second birthday.

The government dubbed anyone with four wings as a rowan.They found that that the wings were far more durable than normal wings almost as strong as a military grade armour. When they seemed threatened they turned into sharp and hardened like steel, it rendered them incapable of flight but the feathers were razor sharp. This is what made the government so wary of rowans. That and the fact that the first subject immediately attacked them after he transformed his wings this way. However, it was after months and months of merciless experimentation.

Lance was lucky and blessed to have been born to a very large and loyal family. He had his mother and registered midwife of an Aunt to thank for being born in the family home instead of in the hospital. He was registered as being wingless from the moment he was born and grew up being carefully monitored and maintained his whole life. Not that he minded much, he knew the danger he could potentially face if he was ever found out.

They couldn���t keep him locked away for long and relented when he decided to apply to the Garrison. Thanks to his distantly related Uncle who worked as a medical examiner he was able to get in and confirmed as wingless. He may have been lying to the government but hey, they lie all the time and no one gives them shit about it.

He knew that he could potentially be in a lot of danger for doing this but it felt like something that he needed to do. Maybe one day, he would become a famous explorer and he could become an advocator for rowans, just like him. That is if there were people like him on Earth. He looked mournfully at his tangled and muted feathers and wanted nothing more to soar through the air with his new family but he wasn’t sure what they would do. They were all still members of the military and were constantly briefed on what to do if they ever encountered a rowan in the field. He missed feeling the wind in his feathers though, he hadn’t had the chance to fly since he joined the Garrison.

He sighed and climbed into the shower letting the warm water wash away his thoughts. He couldn’t exactly go back to the nest tonight and tell everyone that he wasn’t wingless but actually a rowan. It would be too much for them to process. He would just have to wait a little bit longer until he knew for sure what they thought of him. He smiled at his plan and decided that it was the best course of action for now. If only to make himself feel more comfortable with the situation. After a half hour, he got out of the shower and attempted to dry off. He shook his feathers slightly trying to rid them of water but stopped when they started to sting from overuse. He sighed and locked his door in case anyone tried to get him in the middle of the night, he would have to leave them uncovered to dry properly and wrap them again in the morning. He carefully laid on his stomach and propped his head up to look at the door. Deep down he wished one of his teammates would come and ask if he was going to join them but he knew that they would be busy enough grooming each other’s wings to worry about him.

Usually recon missions went very well for them, all things considered. When your bones were light enough to step without making noises and were able to quickly fly out of a galran’s visual range, it was quite hard to detect them. Because of this they usually didn’t have a contingency plan prepared if something went awry.

“We’re pinned, Shiro!” Keith yelled into the coms. The sound of Keith’s bayard slicing and shots from Hunk’s cannon were loud in the background.

“Everyone head to Hunk and Keith’s location if you’re able,” Shiro commanded.

“Roger,” Lance said in response, he turned from his own defeated sentries and headed towards their position. They were lucky that this particular outpost was occupied only by sentries and drones as it had been abandoned by the Galra a long time ago.

“I’m close guys,” he heard Pidge say. Looking at the schematics of the base, he could see that Shiro made it to them and Pidge was heading down the corridor to join them, making Lance the furthest away. He sighed when he noticed that they had been corralled in what looked to be a sealed storage hanger and the only exit was the way they went in. He gritted his teeth and leaned forward into a full sprint determined to help his teammates. He could hear their laboured breathing and pain grunts as they took hits from the sentries.

“There’s too many of them!” Pidge yelled out in panic. He darted around the corner clutching his bayard tightly in his hands. The minutes felt like hours as he rushed through the halls, the sound of his teams panicked yells and shouts of pain. He froze when he saw the state that his team was fighting in. It almost felt like he was watching the scene in slow motion. Pidge’s foot being grabbed as she tried in vain to fly away and being slammed into the ground. Hunk trying desperately to shoot away the sentries but being tackled mid shot. Keith swinging his sword wildly and the look of surprise when he was punched in the jaw; and Shiro, oh Shiro. He was already on the ground and was absolutely covered in them, he swung his arm taking out sentries left and right but he was still trying to drag himself over to protect the others.

It only took a split second for Lance to take all of it in and begin storming towards the opening. Without thought, he banished his bayard away from him and began running towards the entrance. There must have been almost one hundred sentries activated, maybe more but he wasn’t about to falter.

“Lance! Run!” Shiro shouted when he noticed the paladin coming closer to the battle. At his voice, the sentries turned their attention to the newly arriving human. The marks on their body gave an ominous red glow as they began running at Lance. The others began struggling anew, wanting desperately to help their friend. The one they thought would be more helpless than them because he was wingless.

“Lance!” They screamed out in terror for him. Their eyes widened in shock when the back of his armour shattered and metallic looking wings burst out. He twisted around with the wings pushed out. They sliced clean through the first line of robots. They watched in shocked awe as Lance twirled around with his wings spread, destroying sentries in a deathly dance. As the last one fell he faced away from them, his wings lifted.

“Rowan,” Pidge breathed out in shock. The wings dropped in realization and Lance looked over his shoulder at them.

“I’m sorry,” is all he said before he ran away from them. They leapt up ready to follow close behind him but Shiro held out his hand for them to stop. They looked at him in confusion.

“We need to give him a little time, just enough for him to settle,” he said. They reluctantly agreed and walked out of the hanger.

After exiting their lions, they decided that they had to look for Lance. It wasn’t that difficult since they found his abandoned chest plate near the rafter ladder. They landed in the nest and saw Lance huddled in a ball at the other side of the nest. Without the metallic sheen on Lance’s feathers, they could see how lifeless and messy the wings really were.

Without a word, they all cuddled up against Lance. Shiro and Hunk on each side and Keith and Pidge in front of him. They didn’t need to say anything to him, and they didn’t need his explanation. They already understood why he was afraid to tell them. They could feel Lance begin to tremble between them and start to let out small sobs between breaths. Hunk gave a small smile and cradled Lance’s head against his shoulder. After an hour of silent comforting, Shiro laid a hand on Lance’s wing and carefully folded it out over his lap. Lance abandoned Hunk’s shoulder to look at him in confusion. Shiro grinned at him and began brushing his hand through his feathers, gently untangling them.

“You don’t have to Shiro,” Lance mumbled.

“I want to Lance,” He replied grabbing Lance’s cheek in his palm. “Let me do this for you,”

“I want to too,” Hunk said excited and carefully draped his other top wing onto his lap. Lance’s head whipped to Hunk’s side again in shock.

“No arguments either,” he said when he saw Lance begin to open his mouth. He gave Hunk a pout but obeyed.

“Me too,” Pidge grinned reaching for his lower wings. He didn’t even try to put up a fight this time, even when Keith mumbled something and got to work on the last one.

“Thank you,” he said gratefully. He rested his chin on his folded arms as he leaned on the edge of the nest. He wasn’t sure if he could look at any of them without bursting into tears, so he looked down at where he could see Blue instead.

“Maybe after this, we can go flying?” Pidge suggested. The rest of the paladins nodded their heads but this time they all turned to Lance as well. At their silence, he turned just enough to see them.

“Um, I haven’t exactly flown since I joined the Garrison,” he stated sheepishly.

“Well, then it’s about time you stretched your wings then isn’t it?” Hunk smiled.

“I guess it is,” he smiled back after a moment’s hesitation. Everyone gave a small cheer and got back to their jobs. Just as careful as before but now with a sense of urgency. Lance beamed down at Blue, feeling absolute love for and from the people around him. He couldn’t be any more lucky and blessed than he was right now.

Stories Masterlist

[potatoes-tomatoes]

I watched this religiously as a kid, I know this scene by heart, yet it continues to baffle me to this day. Bugs is paying attention, if not nonchalantly looking off to the distance (he's not really making eye contact with either of the leads). I'm guessing Bug's movements were largely done by the tweening crew since he kinda... floats between his two key poses. It's not really appealing, but at least he's not in a Hold.

I’m not looking at this scene w/ a shipping lens, I’m gonna look at it through a student’s lens.

Daffy's movements are believable at first, he tries to play innocent to the cartoonish gag they just pulled off and rolls his eyes towards... Bugs? then he does a take and then does That Thing with his eyes.

What even was the direction for Daffy's movements? The pacing is too quick for the audience to take in tbh, since it cuts immediately to Bugs interjecting with Plot Talk. I'm more confused than anything with the acting choices for Daffy, either the crew wanted to sneak something in to be funny or... honestly I have no idea, maybe throwing a bone by somewhat mirroring the romanticism in the air??? I'm not sure what Daffy's actions are saying. I’m 80% sure they didn’t mean for this to be a “A isn’t paying attention and is being admired by B”. So, it would read better if he looked to the actors like Bugs is doing. Daff’s pose is dynamic enough that it won’t read as symmetrical, I’m sure. He’s already got a solid secondary motion with his hands brushing his feathers, we don’t need a take in there lmao.

Bc honestly, Daffy’s take is stereotypical for love interests even though throughout the whole movie, they're not depicted as such. like, At ALL. ugh, maybe? if you squint. If you count Bug's teasings like "if I know Daffy.." "my Daffy..." and "Daffy'll save us. ~He's the hero~" But Daffy's annoyed by Bugs more than anything, Bugs teases him bc he knows Daff will react wildly. Come to think of it, Daffy's the only character Bugs will break his "calm when left alone" demeanor. Bugs actively ticks Daffy off whether he instigated something or not. Hm, interesting. No wonder Daff is tired from Bugs in this movie lmao. Now this scene makes even LESS sense given their relational context in the movie. I WENT OFF ON A TANGENT lemme end this here before I write a damn essay

I cant get over that one scene in looney tunes back in action where Daffy did that stupid *A looks at B when they’re not looking* bit.

fuck I gotta upload a gif or something but the way it’s animated I just. I am literally not grasping for straws it’s text.

[enstarsrequests-blog]

HelloooO! Please match me up with someone, mighty Admin! *^* I started Ensemble Stars recently bc I'm a huge Love Live fan & idk who is best guy. I'd like someone closer to my age (18) and I'm considered kind of mature. I like to write songs fics and imagines too (Pokemon). I end up liking chars who aren't generally liked by people because they're "complicated". Chuunibyous are my jAM. I have low self esteem so anyone w/ faith in me would be gr8. I have 3 cats & 1 dog. I love Formula 1 (racing).

Helooo to you, too! I’m not all that mighty, but thanks! I’m pretty sure this has been sitting in my inbox for a while… but I hope it still helps you! If you need any help, feel free to message me or send in an ask! I know a lot about the game, characters, and story so hopefully I can be of help !!

Before I start, in case you’re still unsure about characters you like, I thought I should list out some you might like!! Shinobu is a ninja chuuni! Natsume is a… interesting boy. He does magic, and loves teasing people. Kanata is a mysterious figure that is usually laid-back, but gets super excited over anything to do with water or marine life! Rei is a vampire grandpa. He’s edgy, nocturnal, and can’t handle the sun. Wow, I listed a lot… theres so many people that seem like your type… If you wanna know more about anyone, or want me to give you a few other characters, you could always message or send in an ask! I’m always happy to help o(>ω

Anyway, I hope you enjoy your matchup !! I honestly had such a hard time deciding this one;; I doubted myself a lot and almost erased my work multiple times;;; ack, and it turned out shorter than I expected... but i hope you still like it ;;

Your matchup is…

*drumroll*

Wataru Hibiki!

Wataru sure left a big first impression on you. It was your first day at Yumenosaki, and you were planning to go around and meet all the units that you’d be producing. As you stepped into the school’s gates, your vision was invaded with confetti and and falling feathers. Doves flew over your head, seemingly dropping roses around you. You looked around frantically, searching for whoever did that. A loud voice answered your question almost immediately. In a blur of silver and blue, a tall male with long hair appeared only a few feet in front of you. An intricate mask rested around his eyes, adding to the whole effect. He bowed gracefully, introducing himself as “Your very own Wataru Hibiki! Amazing☆” Said Wataru Hibiki pulled a rose from what appeared to be thin air, offering it to you as he bowed his head once more. You immediately took a liking to this guy.

He ended up showing you around the whole campus, continuously providing “entertainment,” such as magic tricks or random shows. So when it was finally time for class to start, you couldn’t stop grinning. You had trouble focusing, looping the previous events in your mind endlessly. It seemed so unreal.

The moment you were given the chance, you set out to find the peculiar boy from earlier. You did a thorough search of the school, looking at all the places Wataru had shown to you. Still, being your first day, you weren’t too familiar with the campus. And you ended up getting lost. All that walking had gotten pretty tiring, too. So you decided to sit down and take a rest, maybe you would find someone and ask for help.

Not even a minute later, you heard someone shouting. You looked up to find a rather small brown haired boy, in a dress, you might add, sprinting away from something as if his life depended on it. Your gaze moved to the figure chasing after him, only to find the boy that you had been searching for. You jumped up, hoping to catch his attention before he could get away. And hopefully get an explanation for what’s going on.

You two spent more and more time together, allowing you to learn all kinds of things about the strange boy that you had come to love. Well, you weren’t sure if you meant romantic love or not. After all, he was almost everything you could ask for- eccentric, supportive, and a little mysterious. But how could you know if he liked you, anyway? He never really showed interest in particular… but he seemed to love being around you. Though that could just be because he likes you as a friend?

You didn’t have to worry for much longer. Wataru had easily recognized his feelings for you, and planned out an extremely extravagant confession. There was confetti, birds, flowers, and lights all surrounding the third year as he stood up on what looked like a homemade stage. He was acting out a monologue, talking to himself about feelings and such. It was all really confusing, why did he want you here? And there wasn’t a crowd, so it wasn’t a play or anything… The questions immediately fell from your mind as Wataru jumped down from the stage in an explosion of confetti and birds flying out from every direction, pulling a rose out of his sleeve. Just as he did the first time you met, he bowed his head and offered the rose to you as he finally ended his long confession. And thus, you two became a couple.

You said you’d like someone with faith in you? Good, because even if you didn’t, Wataru would be supporting you nonstop. He tend to go a little over the top, though. He has plenty of confidence to go around. Wataru has more pride in you than you could ever imagine having for yourself. Though he does it in his own, strange way, Wataru is always there to give you that reassurance he knows you need. He’s always pushing you to be your best self, and loves when you get determined to become better at something!

Wataru is always surprising you. Every day, he has something new and exciting planned. It makes you wonder how much time he spends figuring all this stuff out- and how has he not run out of ideas? His eccentric behavior never fails to make you smile.

Dating brought you two even closer than before, but it also made you realize how mysterious Wataru can really be. He seems pretty simple, in his crazy own way; but there’s a lot more to him that you’d think. I hope you don’t mind standing out in public, because Wataru is always doing something to turn heads. As long as you support him, join in on his ideas every once in a while (or more than that), and continue to smile at his antics, he’ll love you forever! Bonus points if you plan things that surprise him back~

other possible matches: Kanata, Chiaki

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You're already expected to trim their claws prior to applying these things so what's the point? It's just an excuse to make your cat look cute. Unless you've got an uncontrollably aggressive cat and you've already tried everything you can to help them there's really no need for this shit.

If you want to avoid the need completely, young cats can be trained to play gently if you avoid deliberately making them target you (specifically your hands) when you're playing. Avoid rough play (and belly petting, some dig it a lot don't), use weak laser pens or those long stick toys on a string and you'll avoid getting the real nasty deliberate scratches. I stuck to these rules with Skooma who was already a year old stray when we got her, she'll let her claws out when playing with the stick toys but if I'm for example holding the base of a feather and darting it around for her, she'll retract them and use considerably less force. Every now and then she might be too excited to care, miss and snag me but that's on me. Make a cat pounce at something inches from your fingers and you'll eventually get scratched that's just how it is.

If your cat is older and already thinks it's ok, or you've just got a cat with grumpy attitude who lashes out when being pet etc, again, stick toys and weak lazer pens. Burning off all that pent up energy and playing with them every day until they're real tired out might help with the snappy moods. Fr just have a look around on the internet, there's a shitload of information out there on dealing with unhappy cat behaviours. Personally I'd rather try making whatever's bothering them go away than force an angry cat into having nail caps applied. That'll just lead to more scratches for whoever's having to keep up with gluing and trimming.

Maybe it's not you that's getting scratched and it's your furniture. Keep a scratch post. Cover that shit in catnip if they don't seem interested. If it still doesn't appeal to them try one of those cardboard scratch boxes. Our cats never really gave a shit about the posts but they use the scratch box near enough every day. If they still target your furniture it might be time to get a spray bottle full of water and start scooshing at em whenever you catch them doing it. (Might just be me but I don't like spraying them directly, spraying it into the air near em is usually enough. The sound alone is usually what makes em skedaddle.)

Also when it comes to picking up cats, you're likely to get a lil scratched. They can get lil spooked and grab you for support even if you're doing it right. Either don't pick them up or wear a thick sweater when you do.

Tldr please avoid making your cats go through any of this shit just because you don't want scratches. Caps as a last resort to a mean and uncontrollable cat? Sure, but if there's another solution to the problem please at least try.

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