#Saker

[chissgender]

Anyway fem Saker

[birdnanas]

bro how much to be in your place

[mikec137]

Mägenwil, Switzerland, May 2024

[tomoleary]

Bill Willingham “Elementals/Saker” Pin Up (undated) Source

“It was intended to be used as a pin up in one of the Comico books but was withdrawn when Bill's relationship with the notoriously nasty publisher soured.”

[heroine-of-albion]

I’m going to make a niche question! 😄 for Saker, please!

Ooooh, I love Saker!

As for what makes him smile…I think honestly he likes a good fight. Not necessarily to the death or anything, but like sparring or play fighting or training, stuff like that.

Saker respects strength, and he’s a physical person, so yeah, I think a good fight would make him smile.

[riverwaikato]

Sinbad the Saker Falcon in flight

[polskiyt]

[booksandteaandstuff]

"When bursting out from my hot womb, he wielded in his hand a black clot. Like a hound that dovours its own heam, Like a panther that pounces against a cliff, like a lion that cannot restrain its wrath, like a python that takes its prey alive, like a saker that stoops at its shadow, like a pike that swallows soundless, like a bull camel that bites its calf's heel, like a wolf that stalks in the whirling blissard, like a drake that eats the ducklings it cannot direct, like a dhole that joins in league to defend its lair, like a tiger that wastes not time to take its prey, like a cur that hunts with cunning cruelty, you killed."

The Secret History of the Mongols, Christopher P. Atwood (Translator)

https://bookshop.org/a/12010/9780241197912

[sistensims]

Saker RapX

[sixtoesaint]

The last of the summer picture I think...

[chissgender]

When the whole galaxy wants you dead but at least you’re bisexual

b&w version bc I like it. That’s all. The aurebesh says “hunted” btw.

[birdnanas]

∧,,,∧

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/ づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°` `

(つ (ノ

[scarowsims]

Saker RapX/GT

[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve had always been a daddy’s boy. Richard, though strict sometimes, still spoiled him plenty.

Thus, even when he went to college, he still texted and called his dad to ask for whatever he wanted.

There wouldn't be any problems if he hadn't mistaken one of his contacts for Richard's one bleary morning.

———

Steve: you told me to get a new car

Steve: but how can i get it without any money?

Prof. M: ?

Steve: don't ? me 😒 if you gave me back my card, i wouldn't have to wake you up this early

Prof. M: how much?

Steve blinked owlishly, surprised that Richard didn't start lecturing him on how to spend his money like usual.

He shrugged. Strange or not, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Steve: it's up to you, daddy

Steve: also don't forget to send me this month's allowance 😘

Prof. M: ?

Steve: stop ?ing me

Rolling his eyes at his dad's weird behavior, Steve checked the notification when his banking app tinged and grinned widely.

Goddamn.

This was a lot even for Richard's standard. If he spent carefully, he could buy more than just a new sport car.

Steve: thanks daddy 🥰

Steve: i promise to work harder next semester and won't skip classes anymore

Prof. M: it's not much, but can you stop calling me daddy now?

Frowning at the text, Steve pressed the call button, wanting to ask what was Richard's problem now.

"Daddy, are you mad at me again?"

"I'm not mad at you, Mr. Harrington, and I'm certainly not your dad, either," an amused voice sounded in his ear.

Horrified, Steve belatedly realized that he wasn’t talking to his dad at all.

He pulled his phone away as if he was burnt and saw Prof. Munson staring back at him mockingly.

"I'm so sorry, sir," He squeaked out. "I, uhm, didn't mean to ask for your money!"

"Don't worry," the man chuckled warmly. "If it means you won't skip my classes in the future, then it's worth it."

And suddenly, Steve remembered the massive crush he had on this man when he had followed Robin him into the criminal behavior class.

Those whiskey eyes would forever ingrain in his dream.

"But this is still too much, sir," Steve worried his bottom lip, feeling his cheeks and tummy warm with embarrassment. "I can return it to you, Professor."

"Just keep it," the man said calmly. "Can I call you Steve?"

"Yes, sir," Steve mumbled, heart thumping hard in his chest.

"So Steve, go get your car or whatever you want," the man huffed out a quiet laugh. "Just remember that you owe me all of my classes until you graduate."

When Steve put his phone down, he buried his face into his hands and squealed, kicking his legs and punching the air in elation.

In the following semesters, Steve was praised by his parents for improving his grades and not wasting money on "meaningless things" anymore.

They didn't need to know that it was all thanks to Professor Munson who had kept him in line.

And also lavished him with too many gifts and affection to be considered professional.

[birds-of-prey-daily]

Saker Falcon