#fae wings

[black-salt-cage]

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[viking-raider]

Okay, Vignette hugging Philo with her arms AND her wings!

I'm not gunna lie, I want wings so I can do the same thing! I think it is the cutest, sweetest, most "this is how to tell a Fae really loves/likes you" thing in the whole world!

[oliviaalexandraamores]

[singswan-springswan]

more faerie au rambling

words: 859

characters: Kanan and Depa

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“Ama!” Kanan yelped and scrabbled at his back, but she was holding on too tight for him to do much like jerk away. “Ama, what the kriff! That burns!”

She didn’t loosen her grip, but she did stop pulling long enough to meet the glare he threw over his shoulder. Her mouth was pulled into a stern frown. “Of course it burns. It’s iron.”

Kanan forced himself to grip the footrail of the bed instead of his throbbing skin. He felt ridiculous—like one of those wealthy human girls preparing for a social rendezvous. “You’re making it worse, yanking that hard.” He hissed. If he held the foot rail tight enough, maybe his hands would stop shaking. It hurt.

“I’m being as gentle as I can.” She insisted, and it was the truth because she only ever spoke the truth. “You’re in pain because this is unnatural, and you shouldn’t be doing it for the sake of some lighthearted mischief.”

“If you think that way, why are you helping me?”

She returned to tightening the cinches, brisk and precise in her movements. Kanan swallowed another yelp. His eyes threatened to water.

“I’m showing you the correct way to go about this foolishness. Anyone else you ask will land you with permanent nerve damage, or worse.”

The exaggeration made Kanan grumble. “I think you’re taking it a little to the extreme, Ama.”

“No.” She snapped, punctuating the sharp word with another yank that had Kanan seeing stars. “This is not a subject of mirth, Caleb. Iron may not be able to damage your wings, but the rest of your body can still suffer from prolonged exposure, if not handled reverently. It would be humiliating enough to wear iron scars, but ones caused by your own misconduct rather than human malintent—”

“I get it, Ama.” Kanan huffed. “Could you just finish up?”

She hummed a single note of displeasure, then fell silent. Kanan was really on her bad side now. The frustration did make sense. From her perspective, Kanan was risking his health and safety for no good reason. As his mom that had to drive her nuts.

But he wasn’t a kid anymore. He knew how to handle himself in the human world. Binding his wings was just an added precaution, what with the weird kriffing detector thingies the Empire had released on black markets. Even with his glamour more pristine than it’d ever been, they still managed to sniff him out because his wings weren’t hidden beneath a layer of iron. This was stupidly painful and uncomfortable, but it was the only way to ensure his safety while he traveled among humans. They were hunting fae too viciously these days to not take the threat seriously. Of course, Ama would rather he just stay home: not go traveling and run the risk at all. But she was pushing her mid millennium. She was too old to understand his reasons. Humans were enchanting.

“There.” She said firmly, tersely, dropping her hands away. 

The rigid binder thumped against the back of Kanan’s legs, and the motion had his muscles spasming in pain. His wings were screaming. They were burning. They were bunched and tied up tight like banners, and the awful awful arrangement would have been bad enough if it wasn’t iron keeping them in place. Kanan wanted to cry. He was already half shaking. Having that much iron rest on his person made him feel mildly sick.

But as much as he wanted to claw the sickening contraptions off his back, he had asked for them in the first place, and he was proud like any faerie. He wasn’t going to back down now.

“How do I look?” He turned to face his mom with a wide grin, arms out. With every small movement, the binder shifted and made the pain worse. Not to mention its length. Kanan had big wings. Nowhere near as large as Anakin’s, but he still needed a pretty sizable binder to keep them both in place. It was heavy.

“Ridiculous.” Ama said flatly. 

Kanan waved a glamour over his shoulder and made the binder disappear. He was in his most human-adjacent disguise now. Anyone might easily overlook his true nature if not for the glowing eyes and wiry horns. The pain was still there. It was just less targeted now.

“Still ridiculous.”

“Oh come on, Ama—”

“I will not approve of this reckless and idiotic behavior. I only hope the pain of your disguise is enough to deter you before you get yourself killed.”

“Hey, give me some credit. I’ve been infiltrating humans for decades now. I know all their tricks; they’re not going to be the death of me.”

Her disappointed frown didn’t put nearly as much faith in his declaration as he could hope for. Which was fair enough. He wasn’t in a place to ask much more of her after what she’d just done.

She folded her hands into the billowy sleeves of her robe. There was an uneasiness to the gesture, as if her fingers—aching from the effort it took to manipulate iron—trembled for more than pain. “We shall see.” She said.

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

[rottonroadkill]

new wing wip!! these are for my friend. laser cutting and painting took around 45 minutes all together. the full paint process will take around 2 days, and then i can work on the cellophane and wiring :D

[camilleflyingrotten]

Another Good Omens Faeries AU

[anndr]

New art! "Fey Touched" - inspired by dnd trait. Now you'll be able to show exactly where the fairies touched you.

[acomaflove]

Rhysand and Azriel: *walk into the room laughing*

Feyre: SHHHHHH! You’ll wake the baby.

Rhysand, whispering: I thought Mor was babysitting Nyx tonight?

Feyre: She is.

Rhysand:

Feyre:

Azriel:

Rhysand, LOUDLY whispering: THEN WHO IS THE BABY?!?

Feyre: *points to Cassian passed out on the sofa*

Rhysand: You did not just refer to a 500+ year old war general as a BABY.

Feyre: Correction: An Illyrian Baby.

[piosplayhouse]

"Oh dear," the unicorn thought. "I must've really mucked up the story beyond compare! The Red Bull Luo Binghe is protecting the last unicorn scum?! Unconscionable! He should have driven me off the cliff by now!!"

[owl-bones]

a king at war

[12biscuits]

Someone take away my market board access, I’m blowing Gil n frivolous purchases

[thedepartmentofdiscoveries]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 274

You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 

Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 

“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.” 

[applestruda]

The guy!

Still obsessed with fae grian

[rottonroadkill]

second set of wings are taking absolutely forever. i have to do this 4 times, each cut takes about 6 hours. :/