#Speaking of feather

[feathersnek]

I heard you're interested in Iris Lovefeather!

I would love to tell you more about her!

She's a newer character in the Tales of Series crossover JP mobile game: Tales of the Rays! This new story arc, Recollection, has only been out for a few months now and is largely still a mystery! There's still a lot it has to tell us about the new characters and the plot, but what we have so far is already really interesting!

Let's talk about what we know about Iris so far! On the surface you have a colorful, popular idol that loves to sing and raise people's spirits! She genuinely cares about others and will leap before she thinks when someone is hurting or in danger. And she's no pushover in battle either!

Now let's get into some deeper aspects of her character and why she's in this situation under the cut!

Iris lost her grandfather and her voice to the attack of an enemy known as a wraith. These creatures are known for maiming and disabling people, and have driven humanity to near extinction.

Thus, Iris's voice is artificial, and she must keep up maintenance on it to get the sound she wants. She despises wraiths for killing her grandfather and seeks to eradicate them. She also personally doesn't particularly like her artificial voice and struggles to accept it.

Nonetheless, her grandfather loved beautiful things while he was alive, and once told Iris her voice was beautiful and he loved it. Such a compliment from someone who appreciated beauty left a strong impression on Iris and made her very happy.

This is why she continues to sing despite the state of her voice and the dire situation humanity is in. For her grandfather, and for the people who find some measure of happiness from her music.

Though she finds herself thinking: If only they could go back in time to the past and destroy the wraiths at their source...

And perhaps. Her idea isn't so impossible after all.

[featherlouise]

Thinking about all the jayvik Jayce pov fics where Viktor’s changed so much that Jayce can barely recognise him, and then he takes his mask off and his eyes, at least, are still the same as he remembers

I am inconsolable

[bloodysparklez]

"b-but if akechi is every member of the friend group, what about the rest of the thieves-" homosexual supporting cast. next question

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather Previous / Next (part 42)

[manifesting-perfection]

This might be toxic, but I motivate myself by thinking I'm not anorexic enough

Binge? Ana hates me

Cant finish a fast? Who am I kidding, im a pig

Gained? Why even try anyways?

Skinny isn't for everyone, but it can be for you

[burningcheese-merchant]

@cuppajj please don't ban me from your stand because of my terrible art skills, I promise I'll improve eventually :(((

(also, your flossberries are not ripe)

[goosewriting]

idk about you but joaquin drunk confessing that he's been in love w you since he first saw you is so personal to me

Enamorado

summary: Joaquín’s drunken love confession. 

relationship: Joaquín Torres x gn!reader

warnings: alcohol, drunk behaviour, established relationship

word count: ~760

A/N: i’m honestly not even sure if this was meant as a request or not but it was too good not to write something for 😩💕 you're so right anon,, have this lil blurb mwah (be safe when drinking, kids)

[all masterlists] 🪶 [mcu masterlist] 🪶 [ao3]

(title means "in love" in spanish)

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Usually, you don’t go to bars much, but this time it was a special occasion, so you went out with Joaquín and Sam. Even Bucky joined you, but now that he's a proper citizen and all, he left early. 

You glance at the time on your phone, it’s 2:46 am. Looking over your shoulder from where you sit at the bar, you see Sam on the dance floor, and smile to yourself. He’s having a good time, it seems. Joaquín is next to you, and as your eyes go back to him, he’s putting down his drink he just emptied. He looks at you with a goofy grin. 

“Alright, then, that’s enough for you,” you say with a gentle smile, pushing his glass a little farther away from his hands. “Let’s take a break, yeah?”

You’re fairly tipsy yourself, but Joaquín is proper drunk now. He doesn’t let himself get to this point often. Luckily he doesn’t get angry or physical when intoxicated, instead he turns to absolute mush, incoherent mumblings about how much he loves you and Sam leaving his lips incessantly, muttering about how glad he is to be part of the group, how badly he wants to meet the Avengers. He also gets a little clingy, not that you mind. His hands will always be on you somewhere, your leg, your back, your face. 

Right now, he’s leaning his forehead on your shoulder, grumbling under his breath, but you can’t make out what he’s saying.

“Wanna go take some fresh air?,” you offer.

Joaquín nods, getting off his stool, and he lets you pull him to the back, where you exit to a small patio. You breathe in the cool night air, the buzzing in your ears starting to dissipate. You lean onto the wooden fence and look out to the city below, the lights moving and dancing in the distance like a painting. Or maybe you just can’t focus your eyes right now.

You feel something warm coming up behind you, and Joaquín’s arms snake around your middle as he hugs you into his chest. He hums, swaying you both lightly from side to side, and you laugh, turning within his hold to face him, and you cup his face. His skin feels hot, and you can see the redness on his cheeks even in the dim light.

“You need to learn to pace yourself,” you say.

“Ssshuddup. Sam’s fault,” he retorts, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

“Right,” you chuckle. Sam and Joaquín did make some bet or other about how many drinks they could have before losing the ability to walk a straight line.

When he pulls back, his chocolate eyes find yours, albeit slightly out of focus, but his gaze holds so much warmth and affection, you can’t help but get lost in them. He hums again, a smile spreading on his lips. You tilt your head.

“Whatcha thinking about?” you ask.

“You.”

“Yeah?” Your heart flutters.

“Always,” he confirms.

“Anything specific?”

“I, when you…” he starts, struggling to form real words. “Desde el primer momento en que te vi…”

You chuckle, softly pinching his cheek, then cup his face again.

“English, please.”

“You, it’s always been you,” he speaks more clearly this time, and quickly turns his head to place a kiss to your inner wrist. “From the very moment I first saw you, I’ve been in love with you.”

You swallow, tears stinging behind your eyes as you smooth over his cheekbones with your thumbs. Joaquín’s hands slide from your waist to your back to push you closer into him.

“Madly,” he says, and places a kiss on your forehead. “Entirely.” Another on the tip of your nose. “Desperately.” His speech is a bit more slurred on that one, and he kisses the corner of your mouth, giggling goofily as he pulls back to look at you.

You mirror his love struck gaze, softly running your fingers through his curls before you hold the back of his head to pull him close, capturing his lips. It’s not as elegant as it could have been, kissing somewhat sloppily in the dark of night, but you can feel how earnest his words are in the way he holds you, breathes you in. And with every wet kiss he places wherever he can reach, he whispers ‘I love you’s into your skin, the press of his lips leaving a trail of fire, burning his words into your body, to remind you that you’re his and he’s yours. Madly, entirely, desperately. 

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(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

[chinese--satellite]

birds of a feather, we should stick together.

[camellia-thea]

i know we talk a lot about the isolation of chronic illness and disability, but i really don't think ablebodied folk get it.

i have made one new friend in person since graduating highschool in 2020. she is my housemate's girlfriend. she stays over frequently, and the only reason we are friends is because she stays over and we have shared university papers. i would not have had the opportunity to befriend her otherwise. that is in the space of three years.

i don't go out much. i cannot guarantee that i will leave my house within any given week. technically i have class i need to go to twice a week for an hour, but those moments aren't time for friends, they're time for classwork and i don't interact with people in a social capacity there.

i simply do not get the opportunity to meet people.

i cannot go out with friends and meet new people that way, because my social circle is already so small, and i don't have the energy to go out half the time anyway. when i do, i suffer for it later.

i don't meet people on campus because i'm immuno-compromised, and ableds seem to have forgotten that we are still in a pandemic.

i don't go to clubs or go out for the sake of going out because i can't. i've grown agoraphobic, because i am so worried that something health related will happen and i'll get stuck somewhere alone. i hate leaving the house because of the guarantee of an anxiety attack which leaves my body more likely to flare. it's a vicious cycle of isolation.

i am not the only one who has experienced this -- i can still leave the house, i can still go and visit friends with assistance. i struggle, but at the end of the day, it's still an option. there are others who are completely isolated.

the worst of it is that people leave. people get tired of the 'i can't come, i'm sorry', of the 'hey, i'm sick, can we postpone?'. even people who you love and hold dearly will stop trying. and it's awful. you have to sit and watch these people who you love walk away because they can't deal with your disability. i don't have words to describe how much that hurts.

it really is impossible for ablebodied people to understand, because for the majority of us, this isn't temporary. this is just how we have to live. and your social circle can only really get smaller.

[system-of-a-feather]

Dude its really fucking funny how hard the mainstream media is trying to paint Luigi Mangione as this crazy, disturbed, mentally ill guy for *checks notes* shouting a based statement while being dragged by the neck into a courthouse by cops actively trying to silence him.

Like stfu corporate dick suckers. Yall are the disturbing fucks with how much yall are trying to ignore the genuine upset the American populus has against the current state of insurance corporations making huge profits off of mass death.

I really don't care who, what, when, where, why, that did dude shit so fucking based and I hope the jury finds him not guilty cause fuck man would I love to see a rich bitch's death go entirely excused lmao

[raviola-triggers]

Role swap AU designs (and some minor details about them) inspired by this post right here that got me brainrotting for the past five hours.

[featherlouise]

Exploring some concepts for a slightly older Ghost!! I imagine them as about 8-9ish during the game.

I’ve been neglecting them in most of my AUs lmao, I think it’s time for some Ghost centric stuff shxhxjxj (also they’re VERY fun to draw)

After killing the Radiance, the siblings take some time to rest and recuperate, and at some point decide to try and rebuild Hallownest. Hornet takes over Deepnest, taking her rightful place as Queen, while Hollow becomes king of Hallownest. While Ghost is technically the crown prince, it’s more in name than anything, as they would rather run the Path of Pain handcuffed in the dark than have that kinda responsibility (also they’re like. 13 by this point)

Some tidbits about their design and this AU for those interested:

- They resemble their mother more than PK, and as a result their horns are more like branches and grow to resemble antlers!!

- They also have a faint wood grain pattern all over their body

- Vessels typically have small glowing white dots on their bodies, and darker spots on their face and horns (I’ve been referring to them as soul spots and void freckles shbxxn), and you can generally tell whether they’re more proficient in soul magic or void magic depending on how many of either they have!!

(E.g. Hollow has a few void freckles, but they are COVERED in soul spots, meanwhile Ghost has a few soul spots but they have a TON of void freckles).

When they come into their power as Shade Lord, Ghost’s soul spots are swallowed by their void, and as they get older more void freckles appear until their horns are entirely black.

- I like the idea of Ghost’s power as SL showing in their physical form more as they get older, like their mortal body can’t contain their entire being, so it leaks out in the form of wispy void hair, void freckles, etc etc

- When they started rebuilding, there became a sudden need for formal clothing once again, so Hornet raids every closet in the White Palace to cannibalise the different dresses and robes into something presentable (luckily Ghost fits into most of Hornet’s old stuff)

(Assume the White Palace appears again at some point (finding PK’s corpse is a VERY fun time for Holly ahahaha))

- With the discovery of kingdoms beyond the Wastelands (via Silksong), the siblings start reaching out in the hopes of establishing some trade routes, and getting some help with the rebuilding effort

This opens some opportunities for visits from neighbouring royals (and pooossibly some new friends for Ghost, they need to meet people their age lmaooo)

[ptvstvrrr]

This is genuinely probably the craziest and dirtiest edit I've made

[cloud-ya]

if we don't want himeko do die just make her immortal lol

[manifesting-perfection]

Why be a pig when you can have fruit?

Why binge on fast food when you can just have an apple? 🍎

Or regret a meal when you could've had some yummy berries? 🫐

Why ruin your day with a big breakfast when a healthy orange 🍊 can sate your appetite?

Struggle with overeating late at night? You could've just had some strawberries 🍓

Or sweet crunchy grapes 🍇 for a nice dessert?

There's no reason for you to be so heavy.

[system-of-a-feather]

On that note, I think we should normalize the idea of debriefing with yourself (especially if you are plural) when recovering from a mild episode, crisis, trauma flashback, panic attack, or self harm incident. Sit down with yourself (literally or figuratively) and just try to objectively look at what happened before, during, and after to go over what might have caused it, bring awareness to what it felt like in the moment, what did and did not work, and ways that if you notice it in the future that you could try something else.

Our system does it basically after every instance since we have parts that have healed enough, have the bandwidth, and even professional training to do crisis de-escalation and post crisis debriefs and it honestly goes MILES to help our most traumatized and vulnerable parts make a lot of progress.