#astral bodies is taking over my art right now xD

[circusballoon]

I finished my intro comic for my "species" swap In Stars and Time AU, Astral Bodies! @astralbodies-au Loop is not having a great time!

This took a bit for me to make but it's here now and I'm proud of it!! 🙌

[inkbyajm]

Strangers

request from @justcallmecinammon : In a Stephen Strange x humanreaper!reader oneshot, she meets him when he's in the out-of-body dimension where he's looking for an artifact and she's casually like "it's over there" and he's like "wait how are you here?" "Because I walked through the door" and they develop a cute friendship in the regular earth dimension and his cape adores her with a fluffy ending where they end up together? Pretty please? Reader is short and petite and silly

A/N : Good JESUS this took some time to post, I did not forget about this cute idea XD I was travelling and couldn’t put this in queue because I wanted to make a few changes, I’m so sorry ! But yeah, never wrote for human reapers before, this was very strange (lord forgive me for i have sinned) but fun to write ! Hope you like it ? I apologise if it’s bad ._.

Warnings : I have never read the Dr Strange comics and none of this is actually accurate, so please, do not attack me ! (lol)

The Astral Dimension was so bizarre, Stephen couldn’t get used to it no matter how many times he’d separate from his physical form. However this time he was on a mission. And he had been looking everywhere. The Ancient One said it was going to be here but it was odd as he didn’t find anything that resembled an artefact. Walking into a room, there were bookshelves everywhere. This was going to take some time.

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After long minutes, Stephen let out a long exasperated sigh.

"It’s right over there" he heard a voice speak behind him.

He quickly spun around, prepared to fight whoever or whatever present.

"Attacking me for helping you? How dare you, sir?" the person dramatically gasped, clearly not afraid.

In front of him stood a rather small individual, well, she was to him at least. She walked over to a bookshelf and jumped a couple of times to grab something off of one of the top shelves then walked back to him. She handed him over a deck of cards as he looked at her confusedly.

"What- what is this ?" he asked bluntly, turning it in his hands.

"What you’re looking for, trust me." she replied with a confident smile.

So many questions swirled in his head.

"Alright, first off, how did you-? I mean, where did you come fro-?" he was saying until the girl took a step back towards the door.

"The entrance" she bluntly pointed out.

"Yeah, but I don’t remember hearing you en-" he stopped mid-sentence when she just reached for the door and her hand went through it.

Stephen was speechless and felt a little more vulnerable.

"I wasn’t gonna walk through the walls, I still have my manners" she told him, putting both hands on her hips.

"So, I’m assuming you’re in an Astral Projection at the moment because you look too chic to be dead. Wait, you’re not dead, are you? I am so sorry for judging you straight away, I-"

"No. I mean- yes, I am currently in Astral form." he explained "I'm assuming you are as well?"

"Oh, no, I’m not in Astral mode. I’m not dead either, don’t worry!" she cleared out.

Her silliness actually made him let out a short laugh.

"What’s your name?" the man asked, quite interested in this mysterious lady.

"(Y/N)" she replied cheekily and they shook hands.

"Stephen, Stephen Strange. Nice to meet you. May I ask what you are, (Y/N)?” he questioned, trying not to be rude.

"I am a reaper. I transport dead folks to wherever their destination is. We can see dead people as well as Astral people, we can also make ourselves visible to humans but that’s usually unnecessary. You don’t encounter one of our kind very often so you’re one lucky guy, Mr. Strange!" (Y/N) exclaimed and they both chuckled.

"Alright, I have to go back, uh, would you like to accompany me?" he offered and she shrugged as to why not.

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Some time later, he finally found his physical body and when he looked around, (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. Feeling a bit bummed, he went back to the Sanctum Sanctorum.

He walked into the building, the exhaustion finally hitting him.

"This is awesome!" he heard a familiar voice and whipped his head to the side.

There she was again, admiring the place.

"Do you live here?" (Y/N) asked in awe.

"Wha- no, I mean yes. It’s more my workplace but I have to reside here as well." he explained.

"Well, since you’re here, care for a drink? Tea, coffee, soda, beer?" Stephen offered.

"Tea sounds wonderful" she nodded, offering a warm smile.

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Once they were sat with their cups, which magically filled themselves back, the two started chatting about anything and everything.

"So, what’s your job?" the damsel asked.

"Interesting question, very interesting question. So, I, uh, used to be a neurosurgeon, but I got into a car accident and damaged my hands. Later, I learned that they had been subjected to severe nerve damage and rendered inoperable." the man explained, showing both hands.

(Y/N) gently took them in hers as if they were still fragile and examined them, making the doctor’s heart flutter.

"I am very sorry for that, you must’ve been excellent at your job" she spoke with a hint of genuine sadness. Stephen’s mind was off for only a second as he cleared his throat.

"Long story short, I went to The Ancient One for help and became the Sorcerer Supreme. Now that I look back at my past, I actually feel very disgusted and ashamed at how arrogant and selfish I used to be" Stephen let out a short laugh.

"I believe you were good from the start. A man does not change unless he wants to, unless he believes in it” she told him with a smile, making him smile back.

There was a short moment of silence, and oddly enough, it didn’t feel awkward at all.

"By the way, forgot to mention it, but I like your cape. It looks amazing and suits you quite well” the girl said pointing at the garment.

To her surprise, the cape detached itself from the hanger and flew towards (Y/N) to wrap her in a hug.

"Thank you, It is very grateful" Stephen chuckled at the bonding.

"Aw, such an adorable thing you are, you’re so soft too" she cooed while stroking it.

"Okay, alright, It’s not really a pet-" he spoke, reaching out to the cape, when It smacked his hand away and continued leaning into her.

"Ow- how could you?" the doctor gasped at his companion’s betrayal.

"I think It likes me" (Y/N) grinned with the cape now attached to her instead.

Though despite his words, Stephen did not at all mind the wholesome moment.

2 months later

Running in the streets was a lot weirder than it seemed. Stephen and (Y/N) ran through the crowd as they chased after some type of men who were apparently a threat to the New York Sanctum.

"Stephen, could you not just place us in your mirror dimension thingy? We’re getting weird looks" the girl advised.

"Good idea" he replied and instantly warped the whole street, making it even weirder.

"How are you not getting tired?" the man panted slightly.

"I’m a reaper, it’s part of our abilities” she answered effortlessly.

That’s when the Zealots stopped running. Finally some action! Strange and (Y/N) fought back to back, each having their own powers and weapons.

"Stephen, look out!" he heard her say when he turned around a second too late.

A bullet had pierced his shoulder as he winced in pain and fell to his knees. (Y/N) knocked the last man out and hurriedly rushed to his side.

"Oh god this hurts way more than I expected it to" Strange grunted.

"Wait, wait, hold on" the girl said with a hint of panic in her voice.

She pressed her palms onto his injury, making him shut his mouth to prevent making any noises. A few seconds had passed and the pain was gone. He confusedly checked his shoulder to find it clear of any wounds.

"Wha-"

"I’ve never done that before, but hey, it worked!" she chuckled.

"Why, how else could it have gone?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

"Well, I could have maybe kinda killed you..? I never had a chance to use that ability before so I was a bit skeptical about it" the reaper explained casually.

She then got up and walked up to the previously unconscious man who was now screaming in pain.

"You’re a very bad man, didn’t your parents teach you manners?" she scolded the guy, then proceeded to touch his forehead, turning him into dust.

(Y/N) looked over to her wide eyed friend.

"I transferred your injury onto him. He was mean anyway and a crap human being" she told him matter-of-factly.

"I guess I’m very glad to not be in his place" the sorcerer mumbled to himself.

"Another successful mission!" (Y/N) exclaimed with much enthusiasm.

"I wouldn’t call it a mission, maybe self-defense." Stephen told her.

"Well, everything seems like a mission with you. A cool, badass mission with a cool, badass sorcerer" she proudly stated.

It made his heart flutter, her sole presence made him nervous.

"What would I be without you” he muttered under his breath but with her being a reaper, it didn’t go unnoticed.

"A cool, badass and...very smart sorcerer..?" she spoke bluntly, earning a light chuckle from her partner.

Strange turned to face her and she stopped walking as well.

"(Y/N), I..I’ll be honest- I’m not the best at these uh..confessions. But, I feel joy when you are around. I don’t feel lonely anymore and it makes very happy and I just...I would love to have you...around, more.” the man awkwardly announced.

There was a brief moment of silence which did make him uncomfortable but he didn’t dare speak further.

"Stephen Vincent Strange. The great Sorcerer Supreme- Master of the Mystic Arts. Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" she said with a strict tone and crossed arms.

"Well, I just thought-"

"Without even asking me, a human reaper, out on a single date?" her voice rose higher.

The doctor was now terrified and seemed to have lost his voice.

"I’m kidding, of course, I’d love to!" she said then jumped to wrap her arms around his neck.

He returned her embrace, relieved but confused at the same time. Unsure of her response, he looked into her (E/C) eyes.

"Wait, really? You’re serious?" he asked.

"Yes! I don’t come across great guys very often, in fact, it’s really rare. And you’re such an amazing man I just- you make me super duper happy too!" she laughed, spreading it to him as well.

"Tell you what, how about we go get a dessert and have a little tea party at home?" Stephen offered when she immediately hopped off of him and sprinted towards the closest bakery.

"We’re eating cake and your opinion doesn’t matter!" the girl yelled, he laughed at how childish she could be.

"Choose quickly, otherwise I’m stepping in!" Stephen yelled back and followed his loved one to her own personal heaven.

[siren-dragon]

Little Red - Lunafreya x Ardyn (Drabble)

Hey everyone, I wrote another fanfic! Hurray! ^_^

You can all thank @ardynium for this piece, because she told me about the prompt for @ffxvrarepairsweek, with Day 3 - July 5th’s being Fairytale/Dancing.

And because of a lovely piece of art that @dusia-chan did of a Phantom of the Opera AU with Lunafreya and Ardyn that @valkyrieofardyn reblogged, I had to write a fic with this pairing. So thank you, you two have made me start to enjoy this ship. XD

Also, I’m sorry if there are any error’s as I wrote this at 23:00 at night. -__- Anyway, lets get this on with!

She had always loved fairytales.

It was a silly fantasy that she indulged in. The enjoyment of falling into a world of make-believe and leaving the hardships of reality behind. Many a day she would curl up within the window seat of the castle library, a book of folktales open upon her lap as she escaped into the realm of the written word. On occasion, she would even be able to convince Ravus to sit beside her, his solemn personality melting away as he would smile at the childish stories she read.

But as the years passed, the burdens of her calling ended such adventures. She ascended to the role of Oracle as her mother had before her. Ravus had all but closed himself off from the world; his hate at the Lucian King poisoning his once sweet disposition. And the book of fairytales remained untouched upon the bookshelf of the library.

She didn’t know why she chose to grab the book from the little nook in which it sat. The once cherished novel that had appeared so gargantuan seemed impossibly small when clasped between her slender fingers. A smile graced her lips as she slowly walked to her favorite window seat, flipping through the pages of the storybook. Passing her favorite stories, she couldn’t help but chuckle softly to herself as the memories of days gone by flooded into her mind.

“What is this? The Lady Oracle herself, reading a children’s tome?”

That voice of velvet was one she had come to recognize instantaneous these pass 12 years. “Good afternoon, Chancellor Izunia. Is there something that I can help you with?”

The Niflheim Chancellor simply smirked, removing his fedora from his wine-colored hair. “Worried about little old me? Your ladyship’s kindness knows no bounds.” His kind words twisted by his mocking tone.

Lunafreya frowned, “you are too kind, Chancellor…” she replied before turning to her story once more. It was one Ravus rarely read to her when they were children, as its theme was rather gruesome. Yet the tale always fascinated her for its intriguing message of caution.

‘Once upon a time, there lived a young girl. She was a kind and gentle child, loved by all. And they called her Little Red.

Then one day she journeyed into the forest. And it was there she met a wolf…

But the wolf was charming, bowing low before her. Little Red asked for a way to the vale, where her grandmother lived. The wolf smiled, guiding her down the path- And right into his trap...

He rushed to the cottage and devoured the grandmother, Before waiting for Little Red to arrive.

And when Little Red arrived, she frowned at her grandmother. “Oh Grandmother, what big arms you have!” ‘The better to hold you with my dear….’ “Oh Grandmother, what big ears you have!” ‘The better to hear you with my dear....’ “Oh Grandmother, what big eyes you have!” ‘The better to see you with my dear….’

“But Grandmother…what big teeth you have!” ‘The better…to eat you with my dear.’ And with a single lunge, the wolf fell upon her.

“A fascinating tale, wouldn’t you say?”

She looked toward the Chancellor once more, “you have read ‘The Little Red Hood’?”

“Certainly. I’ve always found it’s morbid theme rather fascinating.” Ardyn spoke, walking toward the bookshelf he let his fingers slide across the spines of the novels resting there. “A tale of caution to those who are too blind to see the dangers of the world.”

“That is a rather harsh view of the world, Chancellor.”

He came to a halt before her and took hold of her hand. “Consider it a kind word of wisdom, Lady Lunafreya. There are some stories that hold more truth than you believe.” He then placed a gentle kiss atop her hand, the action taking her by surprise. “Until our next meeting, your Ladyship.”

And in an instant Ardyn spun on his heel and exited the library, the spot where he had kissed her hand still warm from his touch.

The melodious notes from the band flew across the rooftop courtyard while guests laughed and cheered in celebration. All around fireworks illuminated the twilight skyline of Insomnia as the Treaty Banquet commenced. Lunafreya stared out across the balcony, hands clasped around the beautiful hairpin Nyx Ulric had gifted her. To think that so many had to be sacrificed in the name of peace…

“My dear Lady Lunafreya, we meet once more.”

“Good evening to you Chancellor.” Lunafreya answered, bowing her head politely to the flamboyant politician.

Ardyn chuckled, twirling the champagne glass between his fingers. “Why your Ladyship, if I did not know better, I would say you are not enjoying yourself.”

“I find it difficult to celebrate with the cost for this peace.”

“Everything has a price, princess. You should find yourself fortunate that you did not have to pay it.”

Lunafreya clenched her fist, the Chancellor’s words leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. The music began to fade till another song took it’s place; this one a waltz. The blonde princess then found herself being guided to the dancefloor by the magenta-haired Chancellor, a devious smirk present on his lips. “Come your Ladyship, surely you could spare a man one dance.”

“Very well,” she responded before placing her hand on Ardyn’s shoulder.

His smirk grew larger as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her so close she could feel the heat radiating off his flesh. The other hand took hold of her own, clasping the hairpin tightly against her own hand. Ardyn then led her about the courtyard with the skill and grace of a born aristocrat, humming merrily along to the waltz. “Interesting piece of jewelry, your Ladyship. A hairpin if I am not mistaken.”

“A gift from King Regis…his glaive was meant to deliver it….”

“His Majesty has rather good taste. Though I am sure it would look better were you in red.”

Lunafreya gave a small smile at the reference to the fairytale, “I’m afraid I do not have a red cloak.”

“Ah, perhaps another time….”

The music soon ended and Lunafreya felt Ardyn’s hold on her waist disappear. She moved to remove her hand from his own, but he kept his grip before gently prying loose the hairpin within. Raising his hands to her elaborate ponytail, the Chancellor placed the elegant piece of jewelry against her pale blonde hair. A smile pulled across his lips as his hands fell away, though not before his fingers trailed against the loose strands. “Beautiful,” he spoke.

Heat flooded across her face and a hint of pink dusted the pale skin of her cheeks. “Thank you, Chancellor.”

“Ever at your service, Lady Lunafreya.”

She sighed heavily as she sat down upon the beautiful blue sofa, her body feeling tired and worn. The journey to Altissia was long and the price of the Covenant grew heavier and heavier with each Astral she communed with. Though she knew it was expected of her…it was her duty to see Noctis’ destiny fulfilled.

“It appears the Astrals have not been kind to you, have they Lady Lunafreya.”

The Oracle rose from her seat, startled by the appearance of the Chancellor. She frowned deeply at the sight of the Niflheim Envoy, remembering the massacre at the Citadel…and the death of King Regis and Nyx. “You are rather bold to have come here, Chancellor Izunia.”

“Come my dear, there is no need for hostility. I’ve not come to halt your Trial with Leviathan.”

“Then what is it that you desire.”

The Chancellor walked toward her until they were mere inches apart, his proximity causing her heart to suddenly quicken. He took hold of her chin, gently tilting her face toward his own so that sky-blue iris’ met sunshine yellow. Her face began to heat up as crimson blush began to spread across her face, making Ardyn smirk. “Many things my dear, many things. But for now, I suppose this will have to do.”

His lips crashed against her own, causing Lunafreya to gasp. She melted against his touch, despising the excitement and enjoyment she felt. Ardyn bit at her lip for permission; a mere formality before his tongue invaded her mouth. She moaned softly at the sudden assault, causing Ardyn to chuckle against their locked lips. Though the necessity of oxygen soon took over and the magenta-haired devil broke the kiss.

“Rest well, your Ladyship.” He spoke before moving toward the exit. “For the story is almost over.”

Lunafreya watched the Niflheim Chancellor leave before sinking into the luxurious sofa once more. She moved her fingers to her lips that felt swollen from the gentle yet passionate kiss they had shared.

Lunafreya watched in horror as Noctis- her sweet, kind Noctis, slammed against the sinking rubble that was Altissia. Quickly she moved toward the prince, only for her body to seize and send her crumbling to the floor. She coughed harshly into her hand, the spiral of water caused by Leviathan making it difficult to breathe. Yet despite the roar of water and the screeches of Leviathan, a soft thud of footsteps caught her attention…a sound she had heard many times before…

“Now then, about that ring.” Ardyn spoke.

Once upon a time, there lived a young girl. She was a kind and gentle child, loved by all. And they called her Little Red.

“On second thought…you let him have it.” He continued before the silver blade tore through her flesh.

Then one day she journeyed into the forest. And it was there, that she met a wolf…

Lunafreya gasped, moving to cover the lethal wound as blood began to spread across the ivory gown. “And do remind him about the Crystal,” Ardyn whispered before ripping the blade out.

But the wolf was charming, bowing low before her. Little Red asked for a way to the vale, where her grandmother lived. The wolf smiled, guiding her down the path- And right into his trap...

“Oh Prince! Your bride awaits!” Ardyn called mockingly to Noctis, chuckling at his cruel jest.

“I shall pass the ring…to the rightful King.” She gasped, glaring defiantly at the man.

Ardyn smirked at her before grasping her chin; this time with no gentle touch, but with a vice-grip in a twisted parody of their earlier encounter. And it was then she felt it…the darkness…the daemons…

Oh Grandmother, what big arms you have!” ‘The better to hold you with my dear….’ “Oh Grandmother, what big ears you have!” ‘The better to hear you with my dear....’ “Oh Grandmother, what big eyes you have!” ‘The better to see you with my dear….’

There was once a time she used to love fairytales…. And she had once wished that the world of fantasy would relieve her burdens within reality. But those days had vanished…never to return.

“But Grandmother…what big teeth you have!” ‘The better…to eat you with my dear.’

“I was right…. You look marvelous in red, your Ladyship.”

And with a single lunge, the wolf fell upon her.

There you have it! By the way, I wrote the Red Riding Hood variation used in this fic, with some inspiration being drawn from the Brothers Grimm and Charles Perrault versions. But that’s all for now, so take care! :)

[dreamingofangelicflight]

If it's not too much trouble, could I request N, P, Q, and R for the wing ask meme? I find your memories and experiences so interesting and awe-inspiring so I'd love this. ^-^

OMG EEEP O///////O … t-thank you! >////////

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N - Best shift experience?

Hmmm~ Any time I have a real strong feeling of them, a strong connection, and someone - like a spirit - is preening them. :3

I’d have to go with my boyfriend for sure since he knows how to massage the physical muscles of the back AND preen the astral wings in such a way that it somehow erases all the aches in my back instantly and doesn’t mess up my astral feathers the way every other human masseuse inevitably does. So it feels really goddamn good and relaxing, along with getting rid of all the itching that tends to happen if my feathers are disheveled against my back

(Yo, y'all are astral not physical! Why I still feel that itching all the same?!)

P - How did you use your wings to your advantage?

O.O Do you mean as astral wings in THIS life, or just overall back at home?

Because if you mean back at home, I mean they conferred the kind of advantage that two arms free to grab things and having opposable thumbs and wrists made for throwing have given all of humanity an advantage here. Aka, a huge amount of advantage that is so easy to just take for granted every day, especially in a society made specifically for those who have this advantage. (Except arms can’t get you into the sky and keep you there for as long as you want, whenever you want. Extra points for wings in that regards. ;D)

So yeah, expressions, touching/feeling, preening, protection, display, indication direction, gestures, mapping out the air currents around me, awesome gorgeous natural decoration, giving and receiving comfort, allowing me to escape into the air whenever I want, or to not worry about falls and heights at all, and just be a natural extension of my body that’s perfectly in tune with everything else. Most of all, they’re a huge part of my personal identity and how I relate to myself and think of myself and of my life. In a way, they are an extension of who I am as a person, of my soul and spirit.

For here in this life? Well I can’t use them to steady me or correct my balance sadly. Nor to fly with, nor to be seen or felt by any human around me (except for maybe my boyfriend and twin). Ummm… what would be an actual advantage is being able to write flying scenes very convincingly in my book because I know so well how it feels and what it’s like from my memories. :3 I adore flying so much I had to make the plot of my first book of my childhood memories from my home world focus ON flying. ;3 *bounces and flaps wings*

Q - Rate your wings 1-10 (10 being the best, pssst, they’re all 10s!!!)

10. -w-

Of course they are, because I specifically designed them to be my most favorite wings of all time, gorgeous and living works of art that always bring a smile to my face when I see them, and to work exactly as I want them to in flight no matter what I’m doing.

Perfectly crafted to fit my unique flying style, love of swimming, artist eye, unique and expressive character, favorite colors, and just the general way I love to live my life day-to-day. Even when most other angels of my home world retract their wings (so they don’t get in the way), I say “fuck that!” and have mine out all the goddamn time, just in a space-saving form so I don’t accidentally sit on me flight feathers ya hear?

My ref pics always have my wings in a space-saving form where the flight feathers go to like my hips, just above my butt there, at the longest. :3 Easiest for sitting down or lounging. XD For actual flight, I’d make them go to their full size again and take off.

R - Do you remember anyone else’s wings significantly?

*grins* I think it ironic and fitting that this question is labeled “R” when I remember my husband’s wings the most and HIS name starts with an “R” too!

Btw he’s demonkin in this life and part-angel, part-demon (along with feline, dragon, and other things) back in our home world. :D And yes he has feathered wings, from the tengu and angel sides of him.

He’s my boyfriend in this lifetime, and my husband and mate back at home. So I remember his wings PERFECTLY. A vague sort of sensory image that is more like visualizing an orange in your mind, without actually seeing an orange, but still knowing it well all the same.)  

It’s just a gorgeous dark, almost black color – I say almost black because of all the purty iridescence there. X3 I love each and every color shade of the iridescence, how subtle it is. Especially how if I gently take the tip of his flight feather or wrist of his wing and turn it left and right near a light source, that most of the light seems to sink into the feather itself and disappear in a gorgeous deep and soothing void, while some escape and shimmer along the surface of each feather like tiny little rainbows that just can’t quite escape the force of gravity from the cool black holes of each feather.

The overall wing shapes are that of a raven’s wings (since he loves the birds, ravens, as much as I love dark blue - i.e. to the point we fucking named ourselves after our individual obsessions!) and have notches at the tips (mine do too) for easier soaring. He doesn’t use his wings that much, but I always enjoy it when he does bring them out. His also aren’t waterproof so he keeps complaining about the wet a lot, poor dude. LOL!

Even now, I always sleep better if he brings out his astral wings to cover us like a blanket while in bed together. I can feel it subtly if his wings stroke mine and he feels it in return.

…Gawds I love the memory of the silky soft feel of each of his feathers, the sight of the gorgeous colors of his wings, the graceful and strong shape of the wings over all, and I swear sometimes I might almost remember the smell of them but then the memory goes away again and I’m sad. T.T

I do remember the soft ruffle that each of his wingbeats would cause when flying in the air, but I know he is a quiet flyer compared to most younger people. I’m an utterly silent flyer myself, apparently from my memories and what others say, so it would make sense that I could still pick up the sound of his wingbeats even then.

I’ve um *blushes purple* rhapsodized about his wings a lot haven’t I? I’ll stop the rambling here. ^////^

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The rest of the answers I’ve already done are here: https://dreamingofangelicflight.tumblr.com/post/160305566433/wings-answers

:D

For those who are wondering, there’s like H, I, J, L, M, O, V, W, X, Y, and Z that I haven’t done yet. ^///^~ Feel free to ask me one [or all :D] of those alright? :333 *wing flaps*