#and the birb feather hair

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[lilirot]

Maybe I should call these monster forms for clarity's sake oh well debating on feather tail or hair feathers they're both nice in their own way

[amischiefofmuses]

Hello, it's me, the local Creature™ Had a few new followers lately so if you're wondering what I look like, this is it. The middle pic is honestly my most natural state - taken during a video call with friends a decent while ago.

[angrybatart]

Putting them together in a separate post.

[artemissoteira]

divine fury

ID: digital drawing of Saube (she/they), @lesbeauan​‘s D&D character, a young, chubby, dark red tiefling who is mid transformation into a giant eagle in the center of a volcano. she has gold eyes and dark purple hair that fades into large brown wings unfurled behind her, and a magic lava rock tattoo on one shoulder. they are flying towards the camera with a furious expression, teeth bared, arms outstretched towards the viewer and grasping threateningly with one humanoid hand and the other already transformed into eagle talons. there is a bright divine glow surrounding her wings & talon arm as she flies over a large pool of lava. end ID

give me one reason I shouldn’t throw you into the fucking lava

[kayrosebee]

March 5, 2023

064/365

Finding the perfect feathers for a project🐦‍⬛🪶

💙

[peepthatbish]

AWWWW LOOK AT EM!!🥺🥺

@pinkalmondcake look!!!

Dad Time and his children !

[sh1-n0bu]

hehehehheheheee pretty birb bf

winged bf who pick you up into their arms, gently cradling you as if you were made of glass and the finest jewelry as they tell you to “hang on” before unfurling their wings and taking off into the sky

winged bf who show you the beauty of flying, holding you securely in his arms as you take in the way how the world below you looks so small and beautiful. who only has a gentle smile on their faces as you point out the big apartments and parks where you go to for a picnic date. who only has eyes on you as you admire the twinkling lights of the world under you

winged bf who wrap their wing around you whenever you shiver, even if it was one of those annoying sudden ghost bump things you get out of the blue. he’s still worried, let him worry for you in peace😠

winged bf who plucks a feather out of their wing, gently tucking the soft feather into your hair, or on your jacket — wherever you want. he wants you to carry a piece of him to remind you by even though you regularly steal his clothes

winged bf who allows you to be only person to touch his wings, to care for them, to brush them, to just… well, touch them to your heart’s content really. he doesn’t care if you put the tip of his long feather ends over your lips, mimicking a mustache, he doesn’t care if you want to use it as a blanket, he doesn’t care if you wanna use the ends like a cat toy in front of his face. he’ll indulge in your silly shenanigans

winged bf who sheds at least once a year, filling your shared home with the old feathers. who is either smug about it or is apologetic as he helps you broom the excessive fallen feathers. at this point you could probably make a plushie or some sort of art project from the amount of feathers that he shed. to which he objects, saying these are all old and weakened feathers, offering his wing for you to pluck feathers from if you really wanna make an art project

winged bf who hides the two of you under his wing when cuddling in bed, the added layer of his own extra limb making the scene feel more intimate than it is. as if the entire world is blocked out, just a meager existence passing by as you two enjoy this moment of comfort as his wing becomes a curtain to give you two privacy

winged bf who sometimes gets too sexually frustrated and pent up with your curious hands constantly touching the place where his wing is connected to his back, the skin and muscles there are sensitive, making him jump in his seat whenever you do it to tease him

winged bf who knows that it isn’t your fault. you probably don’t know, you don’t have a wing after all, so you don’t know what it means when someone touches your wing. who only calms your worries with a forehead kiss, usually handling his problems himself

winged bf who lets out a whine into his hand, muffling the embarrassing noise as your hand wraps tighter around his cock. he was way too sensitive than usual and it was all because of your wandering hand on his wings. he probably should have explained it all to you but right now, he found his words escaping him, mind melting into a muddled mess as he finds his hands clawing at your own in desperation

winged bf who mumbles out a weak protest of being “s-sensitive! aaah… f-feels too sen—♡︎ sensitive! y-your haaandd♡︎” as his legs start to shake, staring through teary eyes as you coax out yet another climax out of him. his tip an angry cherry red from the continued torture of your hand, his slit weeping precum over and over again despite having just came, getting hard in your hand embarrassingly fast

winged bf who gets tortured by your loving hands for who knows how many times. his eyes are getting blurry and breathing started to hurt. even more, his dick was stinging, twitching every time your tight fist comes up to the tip, letting go briefly as if to taunt him, touching the dripping slit with the tip of your finger and making him whine loudly before fucking his cock into your hand again and again. this was just pure torture, he wanted to escape and run away but you were whispering such nice words to his ears. calling him your good boy, your angel, how you loved being with your beloved like this… could he really ever refuse you?

winged bf who gets more and more twitchy in your gentle hold as your hand picks up speed, the filthy wet noise of his earlier cum being used as a lube filling the room alongside his loud moans. who begs for you to not to touch his wing as it flutters around, dropping a feather or two onto the floor due to moving around so much. who only lets out a pathetic whimper of a “cuz’ ahh haamgh—! [n-name], please! please don’t—♡︎ d-don’t touch them...? they’re sensitive too aanh haagh mfgh♥︎!!” when you ask him why

winged bf who felt like his skin was on fire. everything felt too much but felt too little at the same time, his cock painfully hard again in your hold the moment you ran the tip of your finger over the bane of it. his muscles were getting tense, a strange sense of feeling coiling around in his stomach as you kiss the place where his wing and back connects, shifting around frantically with a chirp or a preen falling from his swollen lips

winged bf who weakly paws at your hand around his dick, wanting to push it away but chasing right after it with his hips as the strange feeling in his stomach just continues to grow worse. it didn’t felt like his usual orgasm, the way he would just fall apart in your hands. it felt more intense and that scared him. who cries out through loud whines and bitten back sobs that “f-feels weird!! aanhh haah [n-name]—! it mnggh♡︎ feels weird! my c-cock feels unnck haah ahh amhh weird♥︎♥︎!!”

winged bf who throws his head back into your shoulder, hands covering his beet red face as a scream tears through his lips, muscles tightening, body going taut in your arms when you gently bit into the base of his wing, your other hand keeping his wing in place so it wouldn’t flutter and knock you away as he fucking squirts into his stomach, painting his muscles and your hand white. who lets out soft chirps and noises, legs twitching and hands struggle to decide whether to hold onto you or to muffle his embarrassing noises

winged bf who only lets out weak noises and chirps when you try to communicate with him, asking him if he was doing alright and if your angel was with you right now after that overstimulating experience. who immediately hides within his wings the moment a sliver of sobriety hits him, too humiliated to even look you in the face because what was that? and why did he felt… so good?

winged bf who gives you a weak glare that you know isn’t exactly serious, pouting at you and complaining about how you messed up his mind and stuff. who lean into your touch as you push his hair away from him, getting to see the still reddened face and the few tear stains on his cheeks. who grumbles about how you have too much power over him when you chuckle, leaning in to plant a kiss to his pouting lips. who chase after you with a demand for a proper kiss this time

⇨ sephiroth, genesis, angeal, hawks, xiao, venti, angel devil, vash, knives, sunday, simeon, raphael + anyone you can think of!

[teletubbyinlipstick]

More Hybrid!Poly TF141 x Reader pleaaasseeeee? 🥹

(ps, love your writing!)

OwlHybrid!Poly TF141 X Reader

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Thank you for reading. You're all so sweet for the support! I'm negl. I didn't expect people to read it, haha. I'm so shocked by the love.

Thankyou @bina-passion-fruit for the morning after idea! See her reblog of the first part for the gist. And please feel free to send in scenarios you could see these birbs end up in!

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The next day IS tense. The atmosphere has never been this suffocating.

Not in their own home.

Gaz sits curled up in Johnny's frame at the breakfast nook, head resting on the older mans shoulder, a deep frown setting into his face. His eyes are crusted a little, nose still deep red and cheeks puffy. He looks thoroughly exhausted, like he hasn't slept.

They all do.

Johnny has a cuppa sitting untouched. It's luke warm by now, but he can't bring himself to drink it. Face mirroring Gaz's, glaring down at the coffee like it has personally offended him. Every couple minutes, he huffs deeply, eyes darting away from the cup to glance around as if in thought, but he inevitably ends up gazing lost into his cup again.

Price and Simon are at the stove and counter. Quietly discussing things that need to be done for the day. There's lulls of silence in their convos, moments where their minds wander to the dove sleeping down the hall. Price feels guilt eating him alive. He's hunched a bit, chin tucked down in a clear sign of forlorn. Simon continues to run a hand up his spine soothingly, pressing closer to offer as much comfort as he can. But he can't deny the stabs of agony he, himself, feels.

It's raw. It sucks.

And Simon feels so fucking lost in this moment. He wants to gather all his mates in his arms (even you) and shush, coo, and coddle until there's nothing but purrs, chirps, and preened content lovers piled into a nest. He wants to scent you and rub you in their things to let you know you're safe and cared for now. He sees the trauma, the fear when Johnny reached for you. The self soothing you do by rubbing your arms.

He sees you. And in doing so, he sees himself. A scared fledgling unsure of the world, burned and bitten, spat upon by those who swore to love them.

Someone hurt you.

Tore at your feathers until you were too scared to take flight. And if Ghost ever gets a name he'd tear the motherfuckers wings from their spine.

The pitter patter of footsteps approaching the kitchen lifted them from their haze, four pairs of eyes snapping to you as you sleepily shuffled in. You wore a simple oversized t shirt and sweatpants to bed, hair rumpled from sleep, eyes and cheeks red and puffy from sleep. They can see the tear streaks dried from last night and it breaks their heart all over again.

Price makes the first move, taking a small step towards you with a plate held out. Buttered toast, sizzling eggs, and red srawberries sit on top.

"G'mornin' sweetheart, hope you slept well. 'Ve cooked some breakfast. There's coffee in the pot. Help yourself." Soft eyes gaze down at you. He's hunched inwards a little, head tilted down and the sweetest smile gracing his face. You feel very flustered, keenly aware of the 3 other sets of eyes intently watching.

Taking a deep breath, you offer a half smile, grasping the plate with slightly shaky hands.

"Uhm..t-thankyou, sir"

"John."

Wide doe eyes peer up at him, shock clear on your face. He feels his lips quirk at the sight.

"My mates call me John. Not sir. We're equal here, okay? You call me by my name." When his hand reaches out, you don't swat it away this time, only watching in marvel as he tucks hair behind your ears, crows feet aligning his kind eyes.

Taking a shaky breath, a soft, geniune smile spreads across your face, eyes darting to your feet and back up as you turn to the table. Johnny and Gaz are staring right at you, wings perked up. Gaz is quickest to his feet, pulling out a chair, a handsome grin settling on face. Pretty boy, you muse to yourself. Sitting down with a grateful smile and a hushed thankyou.

A hand reaches past your shoulder, jarring and unexpected. You whip your head up to see Simon offering a placate smile down at you, other palm face up to soothe. You tilt your head owlishly, blinking at him. It causes the older mans lips to quirk up on one side, brown eyes softening as he gazes down at you. He nods his head towards the table, and upon looking back to your plate, you realize he sat down a fork...oh.

Tears welled in your eyes, and a sniffle broke through. Simon's eyes widened a fraction, quickly backing away with both his hands raised, palm up.

"'M sorry luvie, didn't mean t'startle you."

It was sincere, filled with guilt. A small sob breaks past your lips. Johnny whines high in his throat, reaching out for your hand across the table, only to stop short, unsure if you'd appreciate the contact. His lips are once again pulled down, eyes saddened.

"Bonnie?..." Murmured so quietly into the air, the boys hold their breath, pulling their wings in to appear smaller. You wipe at your face again, sniffling, eyes glossy and cheeks rosy. And when you finally lifted your head, the last thing they expected was to see the brightest grin painted across your face, pure happiness shining, tear streaks lined with joy.

"No one's ever been so kind to me...thankyou. All of you."

Oh, dove, you haven't seen anything yet.

[cloudcountry]

3RD PRIZE WINNER, IDENTITY! (@identity-theft-101)

— SOFT MOMENTS WITH FLOYD LEECH (511 words)

To everyone else, Floyd Leech is rough. To you, Floyd Leech is the most gentle person you have ever met.

He fixes your crooked tie and smooths out the wrinkles in your vest each morning, brushing any stray eyelashes off your cheeks as you quip that his uniform is far worse. He makes sure you’re always presentable, and you make sure he looks even more disheveled by running your hands through his hair at every given opportunity. He looks like an attention starved puppy when you play with the strands, ruffling them every which way.

Floyd brings you pebbles he picks up when he wants your praise and head rubs, knowing that you understand his courting gestures even though others do not. You give him things you find around campus as well, whether it’s a bird feather or a shiny bottle cap or a spare coin left under the cafeteria table. He accepts each and every gift with delight, thankful he has someone like you by his side.

His heart pitter patters even harder for you when you hand him your jacket, whether it be too big on you or fits you just right, whenever it's raining. He doesn’t need it (really, he doesn’t), but he would be a fool to turn it down and reject your kind offer. Besides, that just means he gets to wrap you up in the jacket too as you run through the rain, maybe even lifting you into his arms as you curl up against his chest if the rain starts coming down heavier.

Floyd adores having you close just as much as he adores surprises from you. One of his favorite forms of affection is having you tackle him, running full speed towards him with a bright grin, launching off the ground with a yell of his name and he catches you in his arms. He’s never missed even once, not when he’s distracted or upset. He’ll catch you no matter what, squeezing you tightly (just the way he knows you like.)

Tackling him isn’t the only way you surprise him. Usually people on campus are too scared to mess with him, but he does occasionally get the little guppies who want to pick a fight with him. He never thinks they’re worth squeezing, especially when he’s in a bad mood (and especially when he’s with you.) He doesn’t need your protection—you and him both know that—but that doesn’t stop you from jumping in his opponents line of fire to yell at them to stop antagonizing him. You protecting him is enough to send both of them into shock, Floyd’s joyful laughter ringing throughout the school.

Ah, his little shrimpy is so cute! Jumping to his defense like he’s about to do something bad...you should know better than anyone that he doesn’t need help, but the fact that you run to his side, bristling as if you can defend him—he’d be lying if he said it didn’t amuse him. You’re just too cute for your own good, really. He loves you so much.

-> floyd's fishies . . . @cookiesandbiscuits @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @welcometomypersonalhell098 @dove-da-birb

[twinkling-moonlillie]

Hawks Headcanons

A/N: I am currently obsessed with Hawks (if you couldn't tell) and writing for him is fun. I made these headcanons while procrastinating on my midterm paper a few days ago-

Warnings: Some NSFW content; MDNI. Some angst too

Starting things off with an angsty bang, Hawks has a bad habit of plucking his feathers when he is stressed out. It’s never too often and it’s never to a critical extent, but it does occur. Birds often do this as a form of coping with negative feelings, so perhaps he does this after a brutal mission. 

Like many other people, I firmly believe that Keigo has a thing for shiny or interesting looking objects. Again, it’s not to an obsessive extent, but he does have a good eye for pretty trinkets. Especially ones he thinks will look good on you. 

I don’t think Hawks is a good cook. There, I said it. This man barely has time for himself, do you really think he has time to devote to cooking? Do you really think that the Commission taught him to cook? Fuck no. He sticks to quick take out purely out of necessity. 

They say that the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and this is absolutely true with Keigo. He would love the little lunches and dinners you make for him while he is at work! He gobbles it up like a turkey. He swears that your food is the best thing he has ever had; he literally moans when the aroma hits his nostrils. 

I forget which fic I read this from (I will link if I find it), but I adore the headcanon of Hawk’s taking rut suppressant pills. I just think it makes so much sense since it aligns with his work-centric life and his lack of a wife (we aren’t talking about when you are married to him, obviously). They are probably similar to birth control pills where they stop the rut from happening 5% of the time. 

Even without his rut happening, Keigo still has a huge breeding kink. Can you blame him though? He just thinks that you'll look gorgeous with his cum leaking out of your pretty pussy. 

*whispers* he also has the equipment to match

He has definitely accidentally run into a window from imagining you with a cute lil baby bump. 

He can get a little whiny and needy about wanting to devour your pussy. He will straight up beg you on his hands and knees. Please say yes to him. 

The songs Angel with a Shotgun and Mr Blue Sky fit him so well. Fight me on this. 

Also the song Hey Look Ma, I made it

I just imagine happy birb listening to Mr. Blue Sky after meeting you.

Intentional or not, his wings flap and rustle during sex. 

On the topic of his wings, I don’t think they are as sensitive as we all wish they were. It’s not like he’s gonna start moaning and whimpering when random fans touch his wings (he canonical doesn’t) HOWEVER, it does feel nice when you massage and gently comb your fingertips through them. I’m thinking that it’s similar to hair?? Or maybe his wings are ticklish?? But only in the right context?? 

You are the only person he really trusts to take care of his wings

Keigo loves holding you in his arms and taking you on night flights. The stars always seem brighter when they are reflected in your eyes (at least, Keigo thinks so…). You even have your own set of aviator goggles to wear during these dates.

One of his favorite things is when he DOESN’T have morning patrol and can snuggle you until at least 10 in the morning. Although it may be longer because his sleep debt is so huge. There is just something so satisfying and peaceful with having you close enough to hear your heartbeat. 

His biggest dream is being able to have a family with you in a quaint little house. His life, your life…they aren’t constantly in danger and he can sleep in with you, make you breakfast (it’s only a little burnt), wrap his wings around you. 

Keigo is extremely possessive of, not only you, but the life you created together. He is very sensitive towards things that threaten the small slice of normalcy he has, eliciting a sense of hypervigilance and territorialism. 

His mental state isn’t the best from the culmination of trauma he experiences, leading him to commit psychic cannibalism on himself. He represses all of these negative feelings in order to perform to the best of his ability and be the good lap dog for the Hero Commission. 

Needs therapy.

It’s established that he has some form of echolocation through his feathers. So…hear me out…just to make sure you are safe 24/7, Keigo gives you one of his smaller feathers. I’m not going to rant because I might make this into a small oneshot/drabble later

[14dayswithyou]

I'm here to complain about the rats again >:( Hiw would the cast feel if Angel had a little pet bird that just liked to perch on their heads? Like it just sits on their shoulders and snuggles up to their hair, or straight up sits on their head and makes itself comfy in their hair?

✦゜ANSWERED: Wahhh this is so cute?? ;v; Birb....

Leon, Conan, and Kiara wouldn't mind in the slightest and would find it rather cute to have such an affectionate and social bird resting on them! Out of all of them, I think Conan would be the most likely to forget that your bird is there and go about his day like normal. You'd eventually have to remind him, otherwise he's taking your bird to work lmao

Moth, Violet, and Jae would all want to fill their phones with photos of your bird and expect you to bring it over every time you come over to visit. Violet might even sneak in a few sunflower seeds (so long as it's safe/your bird is able to eat them)!!

Weirdly enough, I think Elanor and Olivia would be really good with birds! I think Elanor would try to craft something (such as a swing, perch, feeder, etc.) for your bird, whereas Olivia might treat it as though it's her own baby; often talking to it as though it would respond.

Teo honestly wouldn't mind your bird, just... maybe not on his shoulders. He wouldn't want any poop or stray feathers on his clothing — especially in places he can't physically see.

Ren/[REDACTED] would honestly feign interest in your bird and let it do whatever it wants on his shoulder or in his hair — but should any sort of harm befall it, he'd be the first one in line to protect it. Because after all, that bird is yours, which is why Ren feels a need to keep it safe. He just hopes that one day he'll be yours as well.

[officialdaydreamer00]

✦ If I may ask, is it wrong for a mortal to wish for a god? May my hopes and dreams to embrace Idia be brought to fruition? Or will they just be scattered like stars in the sky..?

I apologize for two Idia asks already, sadly he is on of my favorites ✧

"... Child of mortals, one truth you must understand

To love a god, a great risk you put in your hands

Tragedies shall ensue, for the ichor you lack

For love should a god falls, there is no turning back."

pairing: idia shroud x reader

content: short drabble, hurt/probably no comfort, character death, ichor's effect on humans is probably inaccurately described (on purpose btw), idia has yet to meet his persephone here, angst :) , greek mythology

the oracle speaks — this hurts my soul to write (not really but still)

The Fates cannot save you now. I am sorry, my child.

— you couldn't breathe.

each inhale was a wave of pain you had to endure. your lungs felt like they were burning, it made everything physically hurt to just breathe.

tears poured out from your dulling eyes like rivers, its coolness was like a salve to your burning skin. but it wasn't enough.

what had you done to deserve a fate like this?

"no... no, nonononononono—" you heard a familiar voice muttered, then a pair of arms wrapped around your sore body, cradling you in his hold. "this- this wasn't supposed to happen—"

his cool hand cupped your cheek, sending yet another painful throb to your brain. it took you everything to even open your eyes, bloody lips stretched into a pained smile as you saw his distinctive glowing blue hair. wisps of blue fire caressed your skin, light like feathers.

"i'm sorry, my king." your throat felt dry, the beautiful voice he adored hearing was now reduced to mere rasps. oh, how it felt like godly stabs to his immortal heart, seeing you in such a state.

his mind briefly wandered to just a moment before, when the ichor he spilt had made its way onto your delicate mortal skin. thus, putting you on the line to the underworld for eternity to come. you would be with him, still, it was just not the same.

tears pooled the corner of his eyes, he wondered if this was his fault, or it was a cruel destiny the fates had set for him. his cold lips pressed a kiss on your burning forehead, a grim reminder of your horrible demise.

"you deserve to reach elysium. i will make sure of it." he murmured, holding back his tears as he witnessed the fates snip your cord, ending your suffering at last.

his quiet voice, laced thick with sorrow was the last thing you heard, before you fell into a slumber, never to wake up again.

"I am so sorry, my love."

🏷️ @dove-da-birb, @cave-of-jade, @xen-blank, @lyle-my-beloved, @krenenbaker, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @identity-theft-101, @siren-serenity + idia kissers

remember to reblog if you enjoy my works! ^-^

[heartfullofleeches]

Which of your readers would be most comfy to lay down with?

Nightlight - Cuddlebug android that not only doubles as a light source, but can also warm up their skin to keep you toasty.

"Sheep" - Sad wolf, I mean sheep needs all the cuddles they can get. The wool of their disguise is pretty soft too.

Puppyboy - If this sweet pup notes a hint of sadness in your voice it's off to hug town. Gentlest teddy bear around

Werewolf Bodyguard - A slightly less gentle, but still cuddly teddy bear if you catch them in the right mood.

Caretaker - Providing is in their nature. Will brush your hair or give you massages- all you gotta do is ask.

Harpy - Giant Fluffy birb. Long as you remain on their good side they'll keep you safe in the comfort of their wings. Few humans can withstand the pillowy cushion of their feathers - falling asleep like a princess caught under a sleep.

Mime - Need another pillow? On it. A blanket? How about three? Mime enjoys setting up little slumber parties in the living room after a heist with the murder Clowns and they'd be more than happy to add another to the fun.

Fast Food Reader - This dork will take any chance they can get to unwind. The play place is their personal hide out which, so long as you're not a snitch, they're willing to invite people into and if they're close to you/think you're chill they'd be down to share a sleeping bag.

That's all I got but this was fun. It's always funny when people take interest in my readers as opposed to the yans

[scoutswritingcorner]

Early Mornings

Stolas Goetia x GN!Reader

TW:NONE!

A/N: I just want to hug the big sad birb. Also why not a lil family fluff?

Stolas always got up early in the mornings so he could get a headstart on work so he could spend more time with Octavia, especially when she was nothing but a toddler. But when he wakes up now, he remembers the weight on his chest and he gets scared for a second before he realizes..it’s you! His sweet partner! Your face hiding in the feathers on his chest as you were practically holding yourself to his body, soft snores coming from you. His heart swelled up in happiness as he watched your back rise and fall in a slow rhythm, his fingers gently brushing some hair out of your face. He had to wake you up soon but yet he wanted to lay with you here all day watching you sleep.

After a few more moments of serenity he gently shook you awake and chuckled hearing your protest. “Darling, I’m sorry but we must get up.” He whispered slowly sitting up and watched as you gave a half hearted glare still trying to rid the fog from your mind. “Stolas..baby, it’s too early.” You grumbled immediately trying to cling to him once more but he was quicker in keeping you sitting up right. “Five more minutes please?” You whined looking up at your avian prince, who in turn leaned down to gently kiss your forehead. You huffed at his silent protest and grumbled, “Can we at least have pancakes?” You whispered out looking up at those big puppy eyes, oh how could he ever say no? “Of course, Dear.” He cooed out making the smile on your face grow.

After waking up a little more and sliding on his robe, he happily walked into the kitchen to see Octavia at the table scrolling through her phone as you stood making pancakes for everyone. “Good morning, Via,” He hummed, walking over watching as she glanced up and smiled, “Morning, Dad.” He leaned down and quickly kissed her forehead before walking over to you, your tongue poking out as you focused on cooking the pancakes. His eyes softened at the display, how did he marry someone this cute? He leaned down and gently kissed you on the cheek as he reached to get a mug, “Coffee or tea, dearest?” He asked as his tail flicked back and forth happily. You blinked and nodded, “Coffee please.” you said looking up at him. “You got bed head, My Prince.” A smirk crossed your lips as you looked back down causing him to quickly put the mugs down and try to brush his hair down as coos left his lips, he totally forgot about brushing his hair down.

As you served both Stolas and Octavia with pancakes, you sat down and started to eat your as well happily listening to Stolas eagerly talk to Octavia about stars and constellations. It seemed everything was alright in the world for now.

[probe56]

The way you draw sword makes me so happy I actually wanna start screaming and biting my phone out of pure enjoyment please.... Waiter more sword x reader please!!

Pov: Sword is introducing you to Venomshank and he's nervous

Extra HC's!:

- Sword really loves his feathers scritched, like, *REALLY* loves it. So please scritch his feathers < 3

- He would be an amazing cuddling partner, THE FEATHERS. THE WINGS. THE BIRD COOING. PERFECTION RAGAGHSHHSHHH-

- Whenever Sword gets flushed his winged ears would flap violently shhsh-

- Waking up with this man is the best, he always preens your hair (following his birb instincts) and makes sure its all neat and tidy....

(edit: SHOOT I FORGOT TO ADD THE ART GRAHHH IM SORRYYYY)