#eagle ritual

[divine-nonchalance]

Invoking the Highest

I stand with my feet spread out and my arms stretched out sideways, extending my shoulders with my hands like fists. And then I make alternating circles the size of a food plate in the air very quickly with my fists, it takes just about every muscle in the human body to make that movement.

So when my left fist is in the upward part of the circle, then my right fist is in the downward part of the circle. My arms move like one extended arm with my heart at the core.

It has unleashed something in me.

I do it with my eyes closed until I've had enough and then I relax my fists and hold my hands open as if they were wings, and then I imagine that I am an eagle or pterodactyl soaring high above the mountains.

Inviting the Highest to guide me always.

Nice way to start the day.

Blissful feeling.

. Sejeluho . Affirmations for All

[forestshadow-wolf]

Catch me and I'll follow — Soapghost wingfic

@rainerestored I can't think of any ways to pin this on you, but I'm still blaming you for it anyways 🥰

To say that cross-species relationships were shunned would not quite be correct. Was it a rarity to find? Yes.

But that's mostly due to differing courtship rituals. For example a pair of kestrels courtship behavior will obviously be different from some type of waterfowl courtship.

Obviously with dedication and a bit of hard work these differences can be bridged.

The beginning of Soap and Ghost's relationship was rocky to say the least. A hawk and an eagle? Not the largest species gap that's been heard of, but they've got their differences.

Ghost had to give credit where credit was due, and say soap's learning curve was steeper than his own. After all a straight freefall until just before sudden death just might be a bit harder than a game of follow the leader. Putting everything that wasn't physical aside, it was all about learning timing and coordination, and trusting your partner. There's also the added bonus of improving and learning new flight skills/ability

Old advice from generations back would have said to just scrap both courting rituals or to choose one (the easiest). But both soap and ghost have agreed that that only breed a hostile relationship that's destined to fail.

Meaningful courtship is important for maintaining a healthy relationship, especially if they aren't mono-spec. See, on ghost's end it was a show of trust and competence among other things. On soap's end it was it was a sign of willingness, and it builds a kind of understanding between partners. And for all multi-spec relationships it also shows a general dedication, and want for the relationship.

The put in the work and the hours. Did as much research as they could. Communicated their wants and needs, and what they could or could not do.

They started small. Soap took the initiative to start introducing himself to Ghost's traditions. The first time they did it was a 15 foot drop over water side by side, just to prove that they both could, and to see their limits. The next drop was higher, several wingspans higher, side by side.

The traditional method (the most dangerous) of the death spiral was for both partners to to fly way up high, all the way to their altitude limit, then they'd intertwine their legs, and free fall. Obviously physics caused the spinning due to differing weight. It was a massive show of strength, self-control, natural instinct, and trust, to accomplish a successful death spiral.

Now, in modern times, there is technology that makes such courtships much less dangerous. That's not to say the traditional method is no longer used. But interlocking flight boots did make cross-species courtship easier for some parties. The learning curve was still steep, but it was one step made just a bit easier.

After the were both comfortable with the companioned free fall they donned the interlocking boots and began to test out short spurts of joined free fall from high altitudes. At first they released after only a few short secinds of spinning, but slowly the time before they released grew longer and longer and the distance from the ground grew shorter.

Eventually after years of working at it, and practice, and repetition, it became almosts second nature to soap. To follow a only wingflap behind ghost as they rose higher and higher into the sky, then to lock themselves together, and let the wind scream past their ears as they spiraled towards the ground, so that they could release only a few wingspans away from sudden death.

Soap isn't the only one learning though, sure his job was harder, but that doesn't negate Ghost's efforts. He's never learned had to follow so close behind anyone before. He's never had to learn to swoop and dive in tandem with someone else, like he has to with soap. He's never had to follow and lead in this push-pull type of courting.

At first he felt clumsy, too large, not agile enough. It seemed like he bumped, and knocked into everything as he struggled to keep up with soap. He tangled and fought with brambles and branches. And when the broke free into open air he overshot, and soap struggled to keep close behind.

The first time they tried to fly together ghost shot into the air, and soap was panting by the time he'd caught up. Then soap dived down into the thicket of trees. Ghost had tried to follow right behind him, but he'd never had to fly in such close quarters before. He'd nearly flown face first into a bundle of branches, had to duck low to avoid it and had promptly gotten stuck in an overgrown thorn bush, and soap was dusting him in the wind.

It took lots of trial an error to learn how to tuck his wings close to get through the gaps soap practically soared through. It had taken him ages to figure out how to perfectly fit soap into his slipstream to give him more lift. It had taken weeks of watching and following soap to learn how to circle and swoop and to lead as flawlessly as soap

Now, after years and years of learning, and flying, and learning some more, their courtship rituals looked like a perfectly laid out dance.

The way their flight paths twined together as they rose straight up into the air, as high as the could go. The way the locked "talons" and plummet towards the ground in terrifying spirals until they were mere meters from death. Where upon they'll catch themselves with open wings, a feather's width away from eachother. The way they perfectly mirror each other as they snake through trees, and vines, and along cliff faces.

Their monthly courting flights have become somewhat of an, unintentional, spectacle. A private, ordered to 'find' their drill Sergent's pine cone, had stumbled across them on one of their flights. News spread fast over the next few months. Not so silent whispers through the halls of base, that kicked up whenever they walked by.

"Have you seen the lieutenant fly with the Sergent?"

"Never seen a hawk do a death spiral before, you should see it next time"

"I didn't know an eagle could fly like that"

"The stunts they pull are crazy"

It's not that they minded the whispers per-say, no, they knew how to deal with distraction and what not. It's just that when a crowd had shown uo to their next courting flight...

Ghost had never courted anyone before soap. Soap had courted before just... just not compatibly. So to suddenly go from whaterver they had before, to a live action show infront of an audience, was a little uncomfortable at first.

Now they usually put in for some time off to do their flight together. Usually somewhere an hour or two flight off base. That's not to say that they do put on the occasional show for everyone on base. Just that they prefer it to be a more private matter.

I kinda want to write more on this but I also want to experiment with other species and situations

[unknownarmageddon]

i just want cross and killer to death spiral like eagles

[coldblooded-angel]

Okay, hear me out guys: Gryffindor!Patrick and Slytherin!Art as rival seekers.

Ex-bestfriends that went to quidditch camp together since they were kids but drifted apart once they got sorted into different houses.

Both in love with ex-pro quidditch Tashi who enrolls late into hogwarts and sorted into Slytherin. (Yes, she and Art date. Yes, she also has a history with Patrick)

[I also don’t have as much knowledge on Ilvermorny also I don’t think they have the insane house rivalry and I love that shit like air]

(I will never not be bitter over that mfing terf jk for ruining harry potter with her dumb fucking opinions so i operate under the reality that she is non-existent)

[wellthebardsdead]

Aurorwren: you- you want to marry me? Why?

Kaidan: Why not? You’re all I can think about. All I want. From the moment I wake up and even when I dream, you consume my every thought… let me take care of you, love.

Aurorwren: … *wings shifting open as he takes his hands in his* I accept… join me on a marital flight, and our courtship to union can begin.

Kaidan: …A what?

*meanwhile*

Caryalind: They’re still gone. What if birdy said no?

Taliesin: He wouldn’t. I’m sure they’re both making love in a hedge somewh-

*terrified screaming*

Caryalind & Taliesin: *both look up to see Aurorwren carrying Kaidan through the air, the Akaviri screaming in absolute terror*

Taliesin: *thinking he’s going to drop him* Good lord he could have just said no!!!

[ben-the-hyena]

Last night I dreamt SkekUng's best friend was Dr Livesey and SkekZok's Sam the Eagle and I'm unable to recover from this

[post3l]

oh to be an eagle locking talons with my mate and spiraling down from a large height

[mrsmarlasinger]

I had heard there would be a "THAT scene" in Midsommar, but I honestly don't know which scene people are talking about

[its-emh]

New Moon ~ December 12, 2023

Many people believe that the new moon is a powerful time for setting intentions, new beginnings, and manifesting positive changes in their lives. Here are some common rituals associated with the new moon: Setting Intentions: Take some time to reflect on what you want to manifest or achieve in the upcoming lunar cycle. Write down your goals, desires, and intentions on a piece of paper. Be…

[theevilicecreamsoda]

Anyways I think hate can be a form of love sometimes

[inkyajax]

take it slow just as fast as i can

character: boothill notes: i just rly, genuinely think boothill would be obsessed with feeling every fucking inch of you, that’s all c: | title credit: body like a back road by sam hunt warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, fem reader, thinly veiled body worship, mentions of scars + implied stretch marks and cellulite, marking (biting and bruising), implied multiple orgasms, tiny bit of angst right at the end words: 830

boothill knows your body better than he knows anything else in the cosmos. 

boothill knows your body better than he knows his own—better than he knows his scorched, excavated homeland, better than he knows the smooth metal ripples and ridges, cold curves and contours of his own so called ‘body’, better than he knows his cherished 9mm revolver—the ivory grip, pretty pearlescent nacre shimmering up at him delicately from between the gaps of mechanized fingers, stamped with that gilded eagle sigil; the artfully notched cylinder, embossed with decorative arrows—six, one for each chamber—and the angular hammer, piped with shimmering aureate; the golden barrel, intricate inclinations carved to sharp, exquisite perfection. 

boothill knows every curve, every dip, every edge of your form—all of your lines and dimples and scars, and could map them out with his eyes closed and recite each corresponding story: a single metallic fingertip tracing along the jagged strikes of silver etched into your skin; his hard thumbprint pressing into the dents peppering your thighs, a cool knuckle skimming over that scar on your knee. 

and boothill loves appreciating them, appreciating you, appreciating how it all comes together to create one of the most magnificent masterpieces he’s ever had the pleasure of touching, the privilege of loving. 

it’s become somewhat of a ritual now to take his sweet time admiring your figure before he fucks it, feeling every part of you plush and pliant beneath his grooved palms, revelling in the soft gasps that stutter your chest and dainty shivers that ripple your flesh as he kneads it. 

he fills his touch with it, grabs healthy handfuls and squeezes—so soft, so supple—alternating between harsh groping, iron fingers sinking into your thighs, your hips, your tits, and gentle caressing, bullseye gaze watching with sheer wonderment as his palms glide over your silhouette, slick lips parted and damp with panted breath.

sometimes he’ll just let his hand rest on your ribs, observing the way it rises and falls with each of your quiet breaths, feeling oxygen expand your lungs as it flows in, then feeling your chest depress with every exhale pushed up your throat. 

he loves to experience the thrum of your pulse beneath his fingertips—nothing more than a faint fluttering pressure against his receptors, but present nonetheless—an undeniable confirmation that you are indeed here, alive, his. 

so beautiful, he murmurs from between your thighs, one large hand pressed flush against your heart, his chin resting on your stomach. a work of fudgin’ art, baby, I swear to the stars. 

it all gets him going so goddamn easily, instils a hunger in him so ferocious that it chews on his wires, zipping through the cables in sparks of desire until it devours his brain, gorges every thought and notion until all he can conceive, all he needs, is you. 

he can’t help but lick and kiss and bite and suck, desperate to leave his own impermanent marks on this gorgeous canvas. bruises blossom in the shapes of his fingerprints, sprouted in clusters of five across your form. engravings of razored teeth litter your thighs and hips, his gnawing just a hint shy of too strong, leaving behind wide crescents of thirty-two little crimson pinpricks. petals of thick saliva dry hard and stiff on your stomach and neck and collarbone, planted into your skin by puckered lips and chaste kisses.

it’s customary that he murmur sweet nothings into every claim he creates, knowing that his words will seep into your tissues in the form of gentle vibrations, knowing that they will stay, even after his marks fade.

your body is art, too, you tell him softly, after he’s made you cum several times on his cock, iron shimmering with a thick coat of your arousal, slick he refuses to clean off. a tender finger traces along the tears laden across his torso, rough and saw-toothed—scars he refuses to let heal. 

no, he murmurs, rubbing his mouth into your shoulder as he speaks, eyes closing briefly with a slow, deep inhale. not the way yours is. 

your body is a storybook of your life, inscribed with tales and memories—the way your body developed as you entered womanhood, too quick for your delicate skin to keep up with, procuring shimmering streaks across your breasts and bum; the time you flipped your childhood bicycle, kneecaps scraping concrete, bloody and raw; that dark dash seared along your inner arm, a constant reminder of an earnest mistake, when you accidentally nudged the rim of a pot filled with boiling water. 

his body was carved in a lab, too precise to be real, too perfect to be human, constantly torn apart and put back together; rearranged, scrambled, chock full of modifications he never asked for, never agreed to. a true horror story—a weapon of death and destruction, a film of inevitable demise clinging to the metal.

he fears that’s all it ever will be. 

[greenwitchcrafts]

August 2024 Witch Guide

New Moon: August 4th

First Quarter: August 12th

Full moon: August 19th

Last Quarter: August 26th

Sabbats: Lughnasadh/Lammas- August 1st

August Sturgeon Moon

Also known as: Barely Moon, Black Cherries Moon, Corn moon, Dispute Moon, Harvest moon, Herb Moon, grain moon, Mountain Shadows Moon, Red moon, Ricing Moon, Weodmonath & Wyrt moon

Element: Fire

Zodiac: Leo & Virgo

Animal spirts: Dryads

Deities: Diana, Ganesha, Hathor, Hecate, Mars, Nemesis, Thot & Vulcan

Animals: Dragon, lion, phoenix & sphinx

Birds: Crane, eagle & falcon

Trees: Alder, cedar & hazel

Herbs: Basil, bay, fennel, orange, rosemary, rue & St.John's wort

Flowers: Angelica, chamomile, marigold & sunflower

Scents: Frankincense & heliotrope

Stones: Carnelian, cats/tiger's eye, emerald, fire agate, garnet, jade, moonstone, peridot, red jasper, red agate, sardonyx, topaz & tourmaline

Colors: Dark green, gold, orange, red & yellow

Energy: Abundance, appreciation, authority, courage, entertainment, finding your voice, friendship, gathering, harvesting energy, health, love, pleasures, power, prophecy, prosperity, vitality & wisdom

The name Sturgeon Moon comes from the giant lake sturgeon of the Great Lakes & Lake Champlain; this native freshwater fish was readily caught during this part of summer & an important food staple for Native Americans who lived in the region. At one time the lake sturgeon was quite abundant in late summer, though they are rarer today.

• August's full moon is the first Supermoon of the year, which means that it will appear bigger & brighter than the full Moons we have seen so far!

Lughnasadh

Known as: Lammas, August Eve  & Feast of Bread

Season: Summer

Element: Fire

Symbols: corn, grain dollies & shafts of grain

Colors: Gold, golden yellow, green, light brown, orange, purple, red & yellow

Oils/Incense: Aloe, apple, corn, eucalyptus, safflower, rose & sandalwood

Animals: Cattle (bull & calf)

Birds: Chicken/Rooster

Stones: Aventurine, carnelian, citrine, peridot, sardonyx & yellow diamond

Food: Apples, barely cakes, berries, berry pies, breads, colcannon, cider, corn, grains, honey, lamb, nuts, potatoes, rice, sun-shaped cookies & wild berries

Herbs/Plants: Alfalfa, aloe, blackberry, bramble, corn, cornsilk, corn stalk, crab apple, fenugreek, frankincense, ginseng, goldenseal, gorse, grape, medowsweet, oak leaves, pear, rye, sloe & wheat

Flowers:  Clyclamen, heather hollyhock & sunflower

Trees: Acacia, apple, myrtle,oak & rowan

Goddesses: Aine, Alphito, Bracacia, Carmen, Ceres, Damina, Danu, Demeter, Ereshkigal, Freya, Frigga, Gaia, Inanna Ishtar, Kait, Persephone, Sul, Taillte, Tea & Zaramama

Gods: Athar, Bes, Bran, Dagon, Dumuzi, Ebisu, Ghanan, Howtu, Liber, Lono, Lugh, Neper, Odin & Xochipilli

Issues, Intentions & Powers: Accomplishment, agriculture, challenges, darkness, death, endings, release & transformation

Spellwork: Abundance, bounty, fire magick, rituals of thanks & sun magick

Activities:

• Bake fresh bread

• Weave wheat

• Take walks in nature or along bodies of water

• Craft a corn doll

• Learn a new skill

• Watch the sunrise/sunset

• Leave grains and seeds in a place where birds, squirrels and other small animals can appreciate them

• Eat outside with family/friends/coven members

• Donate to your local foodbank

• Prepare a feast with your garden harvest

• Give thanks & offerings to the Earth

• Trade crafts of make deals

• Gather and/or dry herbs to use for the upcoming year

• Celebrate/honor the god Lugh by hosting a competition of games

• Participate in matchmaking or handfasting ceremonies

• Decorate your altar with symbols of the season

• Clean up a space in nature

• Plant saved seeds or save seeds to use in the future

Lughnasadh or Lammas is a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of the harvest season. Historically it was widely observed throughout Ireland, Scotland & the Isle of Man. Traditionally it is held on 1 August, or about halfway between the summer solstice & autumn equinox. In recent centuries some of the celebrations have shifted to the Sunday nearest this date.

Lughnasadh is mentioned in early Irish literature & has pagan origins. The festival is named after Lugh the god of craftsmanship. It was also founded by the god Lugh as a funeral feast & athletic competition/funeral games in memory of his foster-mother Tailtiu. She was said to have died of exhaustion after clearing the plains of Ireland for agriculture.

• Tailtiu may have been an earth goddess who represented the dying vegetation that fed mankind.

• Another tale says that Lugh founded the festival in memory of his two wives, the sisters Nás & Bói. 

In the Middle Ages it involved great gatherings that included ceremonies, athletic contests (most notably the Tailteann Games which were extremely dangerous), horse racing, feasting, matchmaking & trading.

• With the coming of Christianity to the Celtic lands, the old festival of Lughnasadh took on Christian symbolism. Loaves of bread were baked from the first of the harvested grain & placed on the church altar on the first Sunday of August. The Christianized name for the feast of Lughnasadh is Lammas which means “loaf mass”.

Some believe this is the time where the God has weakened & is losing his strength as seen in the waning of the day's light. The Goddess is pregnant with the young God who will be born on Yule.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2024 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

[alieliscious]

Guitarspear but eagle courtship ritual AKA cartwheeling

[dazed-and-confused23]

Free Falling

Summary: Instincts are weird as hell, especially when it comes to finding a mate.

Pairings: Hawks x Reader

Warnings: mhm none? Some kissing and some bird behavior is all.

It's well known that some birds of prey have a rather dangerous courtship ritual, and while Keigo is definitely human, the instincts that his quirk brings him are not to be ignored. So when he spots you, an American transfer hero with a wing quirk similar to his, Keigo couldn't ignore the way his bird brain screamed at him to talk to you, to get to know you.

You tuned out to be everything that Hawks has ever wanted. Understanding and kind, never one to turn down someone in need, and just all around a beautiful, free person. You were an excellent representation of your quirk, the bald eagle, and the more Hawks spent his time with you, the louder his instincts screamed at him. The hero had to have you as a mate.

The day the dam breaks is a day like any other. The two of you are flying through the air, chasing updrafts, and keeping an eye out for any kind of crime. However, even villains seemed to be enjoying the nice day, for there was nothing pressing that needed either of your attentions.

You are faster than Hawks, if only a tiny bit, and he pushes his wings to beat faster to catch up with you. He cackles in glee when you suddenly bank to the left, and he follows you into the dive. You turn, flashing Keigo a grin, and then you are reaching for him, hands clutching his own as you thread your fingers with his.

"Free Fall with me, Keigo!" You chirp, and how can the hero say no to that?

He tucks his wings close to his back and watches you do the same. Gravity takes hold of both of you, pulling you back to the surface so fast that the wind almost stings his cheeks. You laugh and giggle, eyes closed, and all it takes is for you to flick your wing, and then the two of you are spinning wildly.

Hawks knows what this is, had done his research into bald eagles when he realized that you were the only one for him. This was a courtship spiral. Just knowing that you want the same thing as he makes Keigo's heart soar to the heavens. Could you be any more perfect?

Down and down the two of you go, hands inching up until your arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands held you buy the hips. Keigo stares at you in awe, too caught up in the moment for his brain to properly work. That's okay, though. That's why you were here.

"Kiss me, Keigo!"

That gets the hero moving, and he surges forward, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. Your lips are soft, and everything that Keigo had imagined. You kiss him back with gusto, hands clutching in his hair as you cling to him. The smile you wear when you pull back is full of affection and heat.

"Catch us, Keigo."

Hawks snaps his wings open and halts their rapid descent to the Earth. The free fall turns into a soft glide, and while the view is spectacular, he only has eyes for you. His arms clutch you tighter, his hind brain screaming at him to take the next step, but once again, you were already leading him there.

Your voice is sure, airy and light as you press your lips to his ear.

"Mate me, Keigo."

More Hawks -> HERE

Part 2 -> HERE

Even more Hawks -> HERE

[reddesires]

What type of lover they are (POTA Headcanons, Noa, Caesar, Blue eyes, and Koba)

Noa is an attentive lover. He's always observing you on your likes or dislikes, what makes you laugh aloud, and when he needs to listen to your protests or internal conflicts. He's new to the prospects of love, but he's always willing to learn how he can love you to the best of his ability.

•Noa always wants to involve you in his daily life, you don't mind since you know otherwise he'd be busy with his duties, he doesn't mind when he singing to the eagles and you being there, he sees how intrigued you are while watching him bond with the eagles. He lets you know that he very much wants you to be involved with helping him coronate the bonding ceremonies for the young apes. You were shocked but truly touched, so you immediately agreed.

•He'll do just about anything to get you alone. He truly is addicted to your presence, and he'll try to get through all his tasks just so you two can sneak off somewhere. You mentioned that he was always taking you on 'dates' and he was utterly confused before you explained the human terminology, so now he grabs you by hand with a "time to go on date" while leading you to wherever he had planned for that date, you absolutely loved each and every date he has taken you on.

Caesar is a protective lover. After the loss of Cornelia, Caesar makes it his life's mission to make sure your out of harm's way, he's very endearing about it and in no way overbearing.

•You have your very own protection squad consisting of Rocket, Luca, and Blue Eyes. You give a slight fuss when Caesar tries to convince you to stay behind on hunts so the squad rotates on who is on duty of being your body guard (you do feel bad about it but they don't seem to mind).

•Caesar will always have an arm either over you or pulling you into his side when sleeping, he's a back sleeper so he'll be layed out in an almost sitting up position, his body facing the entrance of the nest incase he has to jump up in defense, he prefers you to be snuggled up into his side with your hand resting on his chest.

•He's on high alert whenever you two travel outside of the colony, always making sure that the area is safe for you to wander in with no fear of danger being around, he tends to walk infront of you with your hand tucked into his so he knows your close to him, despite being on high alert while traveling he always make the time worth while, he just wants to make sure it's safe before he settles to indulge in his alone time with you.

Blue Eyes is a gentle lover. He's very soft spoken with you, there has never been a time that he's expressed anger towards you, there is disputes that happen but he seems more disappointed and irritated but never outright angry at you. His gentle nature to you naturally bloomed a peaceful love between you two.

•You two spend a lot of time together caring for Cornelius and it almost simulates a feeling of having your own little family and often a 'what if' conversation will occur, Blue Eyes will have little Cornelius in his arms and he'll look up at you with a glint in eye and you know what he's about to say so you smile shyly "what if we had a baby?" his voice that gentle baritone voice gracing your ears as you feel the thin skin on your nose warm at the possibility "the baby would be cute like you. "

•It's a ritual to always touch foreheads before he leaves the colony and when he returns the first thing he does is look for you so you could kiss foreheads to ease your nerves, you always worry for his safety ever since he was attacked by the bear and he returned with the deep gashes, it damn near gave you a heart attack and he got a scolding from you before you gave him a hurried kiss and touched foreheads. He has no protests on either receiving your scolds or your affections. He's happy to be on the receiving end for anything from you.

Koba is an obsessive lover. He's very much aggro towards the male population even breathing the same air as you and you often find yourself giving him the side eye, you kinda scold him on behaving before resuming on with whatever task needs to be done, with him close behind.

•You two kinda of have a tough love infront of others, you bickering back and forth and act annoyed with each other but in private, the atmosphere is calm and intimate as you lay close together in your nest and he almost clings to you in his sleep since he struggles with nightmares in sleep so you soothe him gently so he'll settle again in the throes of sleep, you don't bother bringing it up in conversation since you know he'll only deny and give a slight cold shoulder so you rather keep it a secret only you are allowed to know.

•You are his weakness, Caesar will sometimes play it safe and come to you so you can convince koba of something, sometimes he'll resist and give mad attitude but 9 times out of 10 he'll come around and finally agree and you of course tease a bit before shutting up and before he changes his mind out of spite. One time you had begged him to take you to a abandoned human settlement and he was adamant on it being too dangerous but he saw how truly upset you looked so he let out a loud sigh with exasperation as he finally relented, you jumped up immediately kissing his cheek with elation, absolutely overjoyed of getting your way and he knew that but it didn't really bother him as much.

[mintartem]

How about guitarhero doing the eagle death spiral? It a mating ritual when they lock talons and cartwheel toward the ground befor letting go moments before they hit the ground

I had to google what that was and it looks so cool! Unfortunately, I was having a hard time to draw them so have Michael asking Adam to do the ritual with him instead. I’ll keep this idea though. Consider this happening a few months after Adam died and gone to heaven.

Michael’s outfit changed after Eden. While Lucifer has a ringleader-like outfit, Michael has a kingly/royalty-like outfit.