#his coat is so poofy in winter

[pastafossa]

He's beauty

He's grace

He's got no thoughts, just empty space

[foefire-flame]

Im so tempted to draw the fur around leo's neck fluffier bc. Look at this guy. Look at em.....

[tabooiart]

okay so i've been working on some hadestown designs on and off for MONTHS and i wasnt planning on posting them until they were all done but i decided to post what i have done to maybe motivate me to finish the rest. so heres the two main couples!! every time i listen to hadestown a little fake production plays in my head so i wanted to get it out into the world. notes under the cut i have a lot to say <3

my orpheus is a butch lesbian idc you cant take this away from me

i'm bringing back the jean jacket from the london production because i love it so much but ALSO because its always bothered me that orpheus is the only human character that doesnt get a jacket for the winter?? it's worn for some scenes in act 1 including wait for me but is gone in act 2. i imagine she lost it at some point during the journey to the underworld, especially because its so hot down there

the idea was that orpheus' clothes are pretty nice (nice slacks, nice shoes) but theyre all worn out. scuffed shoes, baggy knees, holes in the shirt etc etc

patch on the knee matches eurydice's dress <3

i like the idea of eurydice having a bright dress under her huge dark coat. during summer she is happy and opening up to orpheus so her wardrobe changes to reflect that. but on the flip side during winter when her coat is stolen she is forced to bare her raw self to hades

she keeps her headband even in her hades uniform to show shes still holding onto her fading memories and individuality

okay so while i was working on this i came to the realization that i dont really like persephone's dress that much. and then i realized i can do whatever i want.

i referenced a lot of 30's evening gowns. i wanted something poofy and with a lot of movement. not super happy with how i drew the sleeves but its hardddd

theres this one persephone wig that has gray streaks in her hair i loveeee

both dresses of hers would be very shimmery and sparkly. im imagining a lot of subtle texture thats just hard to capture with digital art

i still HATE drawing suits

not a lot to say about hades i didnt stray too far from his established look because its so perfect

OH i added a red pocket square to both match the red back of his vest but also to be evocative of his heart! like under all the layers and walls he still has some feelings lol

[quitealotofsodapop]

I'm making an origami crown AND watching Mech Cadets while I'm making this—

What do you think of Macaque's fur being new-moon black in the summer, half-black and half-white in fall and full-on moon white in the winter?

Ooo, that sounds so cool!

Cus wild irl macaques do have seasonal coats that can look very different between winter/summer. From what I could find (science paywall is a bich), macaques really do have shorter, darker fur in summer compared to their longer, lighter winter fur.

I'm just imagining Wukong encountering Macaque after a shed and being like; "Whoa! Mihou! Why do you have so many gray hairs?!", and Macaque having to tiredly explain that his fur has done this all his life. His fur likely didn't change much while living on the island cus of the lack of a "winter" on FFM.

Wukong probably has his own winter coat that looks barely different from his regular fur (ginger/brown) except for the level of poofiness, so the first time he sees Macaque with his snow-white winter coat it startles him. The idea of Mac's fur being like a moon-chart of the seasons is such a cool idea!

I hc that Macaque's fur while living on the Moon/in the Celestial Realm was moon-white, as it's cold af up there compared to earth, and that it darkened with age + through living on earth. Newly-appointed bimawen Wukong didn't recognise Mac for a solid week. XD

Another fun fact; pregnant and mama macaques don't shed. Need the extra fur for keeping baby(s) warm.

Macaque in the TMKATI au ends up having really long/thick fur with big streaks of white in his hair and tail that intensify in the winter months. Wukong will spend literal hours helping his moonlight groom his fur, no complaints.

[rycusfunnies]

NOTES IN DESC!!!

Broken nose to reflect his broken grille and just to make him look more scuffed up

Stands at about 5'10 (177 cm), same as Acer's height

Gave him more of a bolder face shape due to the car being rather boxy, plus it works out well for his design anyway imo(I always screwed this up bc I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted with him and my humans weren't and still aren't consistant in general and it bothers me so DAMN much they change everytime I DRAW THEM. I hope this ref somewhat helps me in the future. Pretty happy with it this time since he was actually a human design of mine I struggled the most with and was the least confident with.)

I headcanon his real name to be Grant

Honestly think the AMC Gremlin roofracks look like some sort of slicked back hair to me in my head(ruffle his and it and it becomes poofy and curly teehee!). Def went for it w Grem to add to the US North Eastern vibe he has, to me atleast

Speaking of US North Eastern, I personally headcanon him to be American-Italian, because why not

I got inspired to make his winter outfit from a movie called, Fargo. I wanted a excuse to draw coats w the collar fluff

Idc if as a car his v8 is very outdated and lacking in horses(Only 150 hp, was a 5 l 304 v8) compared to cars of today, HE WILL HAVE SOME MUSCLE STILL HE'S NOT A TWIG LMAOO

The smoking thing fr just came from me seeing fanart of him doing that and going "Yeah he would totally do that ur right.". Imagine it was just a habit he broke after highschool then got wound back up with it when he got scooped up by Curby and such

[klausinamarink]

Happy birthday in advance!!

If it's still unclaimed, could you write something for the "swimming" prompt? And if swimming is already spoken for, an alternate choice would be "Because you're a jinx!" While Steve, Eddie, and/or Robin are my favorites, any characters that you are inspired to write about would be great.

Thank you! I hope the entire month of April for you is filled with creativity and fun!! 💜🎉🥳

and a happy birthday to you too! 🎉

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When Max thought of what she missed the most in California, the beach was always at the bottom of the list. 

Sure, it had been fun when she was younger, but that was when it was just Max and her mom. Before Max started skateboarding and found it more enjoyable than burning her bare feet on the sand. 

Before her mom remarried and Billy was supposed to be her brother. 

Max always hated Billy. But in the first week after their parents’ marriage, Max had tried to connect with Billy. See if there was something else under his spitfire attitude and resentment. 

It was a Saturday morning and Billy was lifting his weights when Max had asked him if they could go to the beach.

She saw how the muscles of his bare back had tensed up. The sudden hitch in his breath. His eyes wide and distant in the mirror. 

Then Billy had spun around, one of the weights breaking through the drywall just inches from Max’s head. She had cried out but forced herself to be silent when Billy had yanked her towards him by the collar. He had leaned to her face, spitting at her as he growled, “Don’t ever ask me that again, you little bitch.”

When Billy had let her go, Max ran to her room and muffled her sobbing into her pillows. 

Since then, she never looked back once at the beach. Not even years later when they moved out to Hawkins. 

But here she was: facing the waves while the heat radiating from the sand made her sweat. It made her faded surgery scars itch and rustled the ever so-deep flares from her metal-fixed bones. 

“You doing okay?”

Max tore her gaze away from the waves. Steve was crouching under her umbrella, dripping wet from the ocean. His hair was ridiculously flat. Max bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn’t laugh yet at the future image of Steve bemoaning the loss of his infamous poofy hair. 

“It’s hot,” Max admitted. She used to miss the permanent heat. She never liked the Indiana winters even with the fluffiest coats and sweaters. But now she was starting to pray for a December snowfall. 

“Did you need the towels soaked again?” Steve asked.

“Please. I’m dying over here,” Max pleaded. Back in March, she would never make another dead joke. Back in March and April and May, she had to chew the guilt with the shitty hospital foods whenever she caught Steve’s fallen expression. As if Max was a lost ghost and he was the only one who couldn’t get her to the other side.

But March was four years ago. Today was a lazy Saturday in May and Max can make as many dying jokes as she could and it always caught everyone off guard that had them spluttering for breath while Steve and Lucas laughed their asses off. 

Suck that, Vecna.

Steve gently pried off the towels that hung on her arms and around her neck. As he dosed them with one of their many cold water bottles, Max stared back out into the ocean.

Mike, Lucas, Robin, and Eddie were in the middle of another ruthless round of water volleyball. Dustin and Erica were picking through the tiny shells on the shore. El and Nancy were sunbathing while Jonathan and Argyle chatted. Mike and Will had walked off somewhere, probably for something gross. 

It was nice. But the longer she had stared at the waves, the more they called out to her. 

A long time ago, the crashing waves reminded her of the broken drywall and Billy’s spittle on her face. Sometimes she had a nightmare of walking in the water, only for a riptide to pull her out into the vastness where she eventually had no choice but to sink underneath the surface where the infinite darkness greeted her. 

Max had assumed that it was literal. But it had turned out that the riptide and darkness was just Billy. And then it became the Upside Down and Starcourt. And then it was Vecna.

She was so scared then. 

“I think I want to swim,” Max said.

Steve stopped as he was about to place a freshly-soaked towel on her arm. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Steve made an affirmative noise and stood up. “You need any help?”

“Maybe you piggyback me to the water?” Max gave him the best puppy eyes she could muster. “I don’t wanna burn my feet.”

Steve sighed but she caught him smiling, “And when you want to get out?”

“Steve, it’s a crime to leave a girl in the ocean!”

He laughed as he crouched down in front of her, his arms outstretched to carry Max. She managed to slide out of the beach chair and land firmly on Steve’s back, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. The wetness of his back slightly soaked through the front of her baggy shirt and swimsuit.

“God, I swear you used to be lighter,” Steve huffed, already running towards the water.

Max laughed as she bounced, “No, you’re just getting old!”

The waves grew louder as they approached. Max spotted Lucas turning around just in time for Steve to splash into the water, dashing through the first wave. She swore she saw Lucas breaking into a joyous grin and waving to her with a whoop. It made her heart swoon.

Steve stopped suddenly. A particularly large wave was about to break in front of him. 

“Ready?” 

If he had asked Max that years ago, she would’ve said no. Or maybe she would agree just for the sake of being pulled far from the shore’s reach and accept what waited for her in the depths.

Max said with a grin on her face, “Born ready.”

Steve torpedoed into the wave just as it broke and crashed onto them. Max was immediately plunged into the forgotten warmth of salt water. It went up her nose and she closed her eyes too late so it stung her eyes. She clung tighter around Steve as the water roared in her ears.

When she broke through the surface first, Max’s first reaction was to laugh.

It was kind of dumb to be scared of the ocean after all this time. But it definitely helped when her family was here too.

[modernspellsword]

Annalise was outside a bar on her phone at about 3am. It was cold and she was in a single jacket with a warm poofy hat. Gloves hung from the end of her sleeves as she spoke out the text she was sending ‘he. Is. An. Ass. Dump. Him. Al, ready.”

A trio of figures approached her as she made huffing noises at her phone. “No?” She said annoyed. “Dumb bitch.” She grumbled as she slipped her phone into her back pocket. “Too sober for this shit.” As she looked up she saw the three figures, two vaguely male-looking and one presenting more female. “Sup.” Was her response as she put her hand in her pocket.

One slammed his hand on the wall next to her. The old abandoned building echoing from the impact. “Hey. What’s a half demon girl doing out alone at night like this.”

Annalise sighed as she looked at him. “Meeting with friends and angrily texting others.” She looked at the arm. “Is there a point to this? I have an ex. She’s a bit territorial.”

“An come on.” The girl said. “It’s nothing super long term. Just the holdiay season.”

Annalise sighed and leaned head head back gently thumping the brick wall she was up against. “In here.” She said. “Don’t wanna make a scene. I was leaving the bar anyways.”

With that she took a leap up and caught the roof lip of the building before pulling herself over. The three figures followed her as she walked into the old building. Using the roof entrance to get in and walk down a story.

Much darker the edges of the other three bled into the darkness. Annalise reached into her left pocket and got out a light as they stood in an interior hallway. Setting it down it lit up the whole space. The three figures covered their eyes some. “What don’t like the dark?” One asked, their true bodies red skinned with devils tails.

“No. Just less demon than you.”

“I can fucking smell that. You’ve got some blessed blood on ya. We’re looking to steal from a secret church store not too far from here. A monastery training some monks for the hunter organization. We need someone who won’t melt from a cuppa holy water to join in.”

Annalise sighed as she drew a full length sword from her right coat pocket, and a handgun from her left. “Idiots. I’m a registered hunter.”

As she finished her drawing she was punched in the face slamming into an old plaster wall and kicking up dust. “MotherFUCKER!” She shouted with a flash of pink.

“Yeah how tough are you now halfie. Trying to show off like that.” The demon who punched her said.

His companions were freaking out though. “Steve, Steve!”

“Calm down. I won’t kill her, just rough her up enough to kno-“

Annalise punched back and ‘Steve’ went through a wall. “Mmm. Shit.” Annalise said as he came to a stop on his back, resting on some old lathe. “Don’t wanna bring the building down. Though I did have to hit hard. Idiots pain receptors are slow.

On the floor was Steve’s offending right arm that hit Annalise.

“Anyways you don’t hit like most of my teachers. Brie hits much harder.”

There was a moment as one of the demons kicked the light towards the far end of the hallway and the other picked up Steve. Annalise dove for her light while they opened a window and leapt out.

Annalise got out her phone and rang up a number, the same one he had been texting before. “Hey bitch.” Annalise said waiting a moment to hear a sigh. “Told ya so.”

“What the fuck? Wh-told ya so?” Brie former demon queen of hell said over the line.

“You said you were helping some shithead named Steve. He was gonna rob a monastery. Did you tell him about me?”

“Yeah. I said you were a prime example of-oh fuck me in the ass with a cactus. What did he do!”

“It’s ok he’s armless now.” There was a moment. “He’s arm-“

“You removed an arm? Alright. Fine. Their bounties are two stars each. Go ahead, fuck em up. I’d prefer alive.”

“Steve threw rhe first punch.” Annalise said wiping her nose. Just mucus. It was the cold of winter. “I make no promises there. The other two are smarter, if they give up they’re yours.”

“Deal. I’ll pay for four if you get two alive and Steve dead. Five if they’re all alive.”

“One helluva shit Christmas bonus.”

“Seven if they’re all alive, and…. Six I’ll donate two to the wilderness fund.”

“Deal.”

“Alright. Deal. Do it by years end.”

“It’s 3am. I’ll be done by dawn.” Annalise said with a sniff. “See you later.”

“See ya. Don’t be late to work.”

“Jokes on you. I took off anyways.” Annalise said hanging up.

[sagilsnonsense]

It's winter time! A thick layer of snow has freshly fallen, migratory birds have left, hibernation has kicked in for some animals, and some animals have changed unto their winter coat!

Unfortunately for this faun, it's kicked in for him too, only his coat is a little... strange, rather than a lovely brown, fluffy coat or even a poofy white coat to blend in, the fey has been left with a piebald look due to his previous coat being a moss and brown mix.

So now the once freckled fae is hiding in his den to avoid needing to explain why he looks so different from your average faun.

This is piebald btw

[soulsxng]

I can't remember if I've talked about this here before or not, but I can't find any post for it, so here it is! Both Aro and Eleare's fur and hair tend to change, depending on the seasons-- Aro's in both color and thickness, while Eleare's is primarily in thickness.

For Aro, his coat is only completely silver-white in the colder months-- which, I'll be honest, Ativere is on the slightly cooler end climate-wise, because their nights are longer than their days. This means that Aro rarely goes through a full "summer" coat change these days, like he would have when he was still in the Mortal Realm. His winter coat is extremely thick; if you were to pet him, you wouldn't be able to see your hand at all with how dense it is, as an example. Similarly, his hair in his god form is thicker, and the same pure silvery-white color throughout.

One it starts getting warmer, however, his coat thins out again, and starts introducing warmer greys and even a bits of reddish brown (reddish and warmer toned because of his dad being a red fox, while his mom was an arctic fox) into it. Again, because he never quite goes through a full coat change, this isn't as pronounced a change as an arctic fox's would be...but it's definitely still noticeable. In his god form, the color change is pretty similar, and his hair will seem a little bit wilder, in comparison.

^^^ Good example of the usual change in coat density for Aro. He doesn't get quite as poofy looking as Eleare does in the winter (though I would argue that Aro's coat is more dense if you actually touch it), but he comes pretty close!

^^^ Good indicator of color in the warmer months albeit the browns and greys have more reddish tones to them. It's more to show that the color change isn't as drastic as the top left, for example.

As for Eleare, their coat thickens and thins out in similar manner to Aro's during the change in seasons, but...

^^^ This is a good example for how much the density of their coat changes, from the warmer months to the colder ones! Their color does change a bit-- they're a more orangey color in the warmer months, a bit duller in saturation. While in the colder months, they're more red, and the color tends to be much more saturated.

^^^ That's a better indicator of their winter color...

^^^ While this is a better indicator of their summer color!

[baka-monarch]

My cat Oscar, whom I got the fall of last year, is my first time having a long haired cat who changes coats with the seasons

I knew cats did this, I've seen them in videos and pictures with their different coats, but I've never had one and gotten to see the change for myself

It's actually really cool, because when I got him he was just starting to grow into his winter coat, so over the weeks I saw his fur get longer and more weighed down and layered- he wasn't fluffier or poofier, cause his fur layered around him which made sense since it's supposed to keep him warm- I got to see the fur grow around and pad his paws, making himself some insulated boots, and he slowly looked chubbier because of his layers of fur

Now it's spring and summer is coming and he's starting to shed

At first it was slow- finding fur in random places, needing to clean fur out of his water bowl, needing to brush him to help him out-

And then the other day he got some of the dog's poop stuck to his fur so I had to give him a bath

And suddenly his whole winter coat was gone- I didn't expect to end up washing and brushing off all the loose hairs, but I did and now he's poofy and soft

His hair doesn't hang down and wrap around himself like a coat, now it sticks and poofs out like a little fluff ball and it makes him look a lot smaller than he did during winter

It's just kinda cool to have seen the change

[hannahwriteshorror]

Forgotten (Chapter 1 - Part 2) by Hannah Elizabeth Fisher

“Forgotten?” I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Were you high or does your memory suck or something?” The idea of forgetting everything was concerning, but was Steve just saying it or did everyone else have the same experience…? “Nico! Shut up.” Adam’s eyes were wide, I guess I shouldn’t have said that out loud. He then turned to face me properly for a second before he shrugged. I could tell he was consulting me, so I nodded in agreement, seeing no harm in what he was about to say and feeling like I owed Super Steve after my unintentional insult. “Well, we will be there tomorrow as you know… we could always meet up afterwards and see what we can pull together?” Steve’s eyes lit up, and that’s when Sid appeared next to him. They smiled softly. “Hi, I’m Sid, is my husband bothering you?” “My partner is usually just along for the ride… they’re not as into the weird as I am.” Sid patted Steve on the shoulder. “Do you want to give these people your number before we go? They want our table.” “Ah, yes.” We all exchanged numbers and created a group chat before they left. We were back in our hotel room an hour later; I was curled up at the foot of the bed using my hands as pillows. Adam was sat on the floor in front of me with his legs crossed, one camera in his hand and the other on the floor by his feet. “If I take the polaroid camera, we could make a cute photo album, you know. Ribbons, fancy silver pens, a keepsake…” he told me as he returned the camera back to the ugly brown carpet. “But if I take the DSLR… I could make us some money for the holiday fund.” I pointed at the expensive camera he mentioned, only one eye open and fixed on him. “If you take that, you’re going to need to take the tripod with you, and you will complain the entire time that it’s heavy and ask me to carry it after thirty minutes… take the polaroid. Let’s not work this weekend.” “Then why did I bring them both then?” “I don’t know, because you’re a crazy workaholic. Can I go to sleep now?”

I was forced from my slumber at six am the next morning by a very excitable Adam who was pulling on my arm repetedly. He was already dressed in an oversized black T-shirt with a picture of David from The Lost Boys on, a dark red flannel shirt and blue jeans. “I have barely slept,” he grinned at me, hands on both of his cheeks as he watched my eyes open. I could see the grey circles under his. “You do realise we don’t have to be there till six pm… How did I know this would happen?” “Because you know me, now get up, I need coffee and the biggest breakfast in the world.” I groaned as Adam ripped the blankets from me and pulled on my arms. After he realised I wasn’t moving, he danced across the room and thew open the curtains to reveal the sun and it’s hellbent revenge on my retinas. “Fuck. Fine, I’m moving.”

The later it got, the cooler it became. We both started out in denim jackets and scarves and ended up in our big poofy winter coats with the hoods drawn over our ears. My fingers were sore from the sudden warmth but damn, it was worth it. Adam’s coat had a grey fluffy trim around it, and I could see my hot breath in front of me. He had parked the car on the very edge of the field away from most of the others that had already arrived so it was easier to find later on, and we could be one of the first out. I was very glad that I had chosen to wear the boots Adam bought me for Christmas… my trainers would not have survived the muddy walk to the entrance of the carnival. “I hope it’s warm on the other side,” Adam told me as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders while we walked. “I imagine it will be… look at all these people.” I hadn’t seen this many people since I went to the Superbowl… the open area was surrounded by trees in the distance, but there were people as far as my eyes could stretch. Some were dressed like clowns or had intricate face or body paint which was now ruined by the mud that was being kicked up around them, others just looked frozen to the bone. The crowd filtered slowly, and as we drew nearer ghostly music started to fill our ears. “Creepy.” “Yeah, I’m stoked.” I placed a cold kiss on Adam’s temple, and we shuffled forwards, clinging to each other. The mess of people were now starting to form an orderly queue into the barriers of red and white ribbon. I used my height to my advantage; I could see over the heads of most of the people in front of us. There were four large floodlights pointing up into the sky above us, changing it from a dark navy to a haunting grey. The queue was filtering through the archway, half of which I had already seen in Super Steve’s photograph. Sure enough, a ten-foot tall, wired metal archway stood in the centre with orange tube lighting winding around it. There was a large flashing white and green sign attached that read LOST LANDS. And underneath it, a black banner with the same garish writing from the leaflet read: Don’t lose your way. My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. Two seconds later, Adam was wiggling his phone under my nose. I batted his hand away, I fucking hated when he did that. “Sid just texted the group chat,” he said. “They’re inside.” “Christ, they must have been here early.” “Steve said they were camping in the next field so they could get the jump on everyone.” I raised my eyebrows. “I think Steve and Sid are a bit weird, and not in the fun way.” “You can’t judge them, Nico, we don’t even know them.” I nodded, turning to face him, “Yeah, exactly, we don’t know them. I’ve just got a weird feeling, I don’t know.” “Maybe it was that bagel at lunch,” Adam suggested, I rolled my eyes as we tiptoed closer. The music was swelling, the unearthly theremin tunes were causing something in my chest to flutter. It was only a few minutes later that we were stood at the entrance, the man with the white painted face stood right in front of us, his expression was haunted, and the black paint around his eyes wasn’t helping the image. Adam retreated into my side yet had a grin like the Cheshire cat plastered across his lips. “Tickets,” the man said abruptly, rubbing his hand under his nose and making the most grotesque noise as he coughed. I shuddered and dug out the paper tickets from inside my coat. The man took them, counted them, and then screwed them up and threw them over his shoulder. There was an overflowing metal bin behind him, paper balls spilling out onto the dirt. He lurched forward then and grabbed Adam’s arm and pulled it from his coat pocket. “What the fuck do you-“ Someone behind me with a deep voice spoke up. “It’s fine man, it’s all apart of the act, look!” I glanced over my shoulder before turning back to the man covered in paint. He let Adam go, and he showed me his arm. A black wristband was tightly wound around his wrist with the name of the carnival in green writing.

[ddejavvu]

Let's make a little winter coat for bat!Eddie, so he can protect his little wings and ears from the freezing weather outside!!! // (I don't know what the weather's like out there, but I'm freezing here lmao) //

ugh it's like 90 degrees here every day so i wish i was in the cold!! you'd sew up a nice little poofy jacket for bat!eddie to keep him nice and warm and cozy and you let him drink hot chocolate out of the cap of your thermos and you buy mini marshmallows just for him :((

[melodylnoelle]

Snowfall

Hello! So @lokisgoodgirl has a Winter Warmers collection going (see post here), and it seemed like a fun thing to be a part of! I hope this counts as something that can be included!

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: Loki x OC Words: 1081 Warnings: None Summary: Loki and Candice enjoy watching the snow fall Masterlist

Please enjoy :)

         It was the first snowfall of the year. Candice loved to watch the snow falling, the giant flakes meandering slowly through the air to their destination on the ground. It was so nice to just stand there a moment – a break from the business of her everyday life – and do nothing but marvel at nature’s creation. The chill of the wind bit right into her bones, but even that was pleasant right now, because it made the snow dance and twirl as if it were a ballet you could only see if you stopped to watch.

         She heard the front door open behind her, followed by the quick shuffling of Loki’s footsteps.

         “Darling, you should really come inside, you could catch an illness.” His voice was soft, endearing, but it felt almost loud after being in the silence around her.

         She chuckled at the statement. “You’ll catch a cold is the phrase.” She turned to face him and was immediately amused by the concerned look on his face. He had barely gone one step out from the door. While she knew he wasn’t cold – after all, he came out in bare feet and no more bundled up than he was inside, just a long sleeve sweater and pants – he was clearly hesitant to step out into the fresh snow.

         “I’m not that fragile,” she continued, “you don’t need to worry. Besides, I have this big poofy jacket!” She waved her arms out for emphasis, which earned her a laugh from him. Cold shocked her eye for a moment as the motion flung a snowflake into her eye, and she blinked it away. “You should come join me.” She held her arm out, beckoning him forward.

         “And get snow in my eyes as well?” he jested.

         She shrugged. “It’s just a part of the experience. C’mon, come outside with me.”

         He nodded. “Very well.” He disappeared into the door for just long enough to grab some shoes – no coat, yet he was worried about her getting sick – and then trotted back outside and down the short flight of porch steps. The snow had fallen just enough that he left footprints as he walked into her open arms, enveloping her in an embrace. She hummed in satisfaction at the warmth as she rested her head on his chest a moment.

         “Now, what has my love so captivated out here that she is willing to catch a cold-“ he put emphasis on the word in a way that made her laugh again. She felt his own laugh reverberate through his chest.

         “The snow.” She pulled away, keeping one arm around him as she turned to gaze at it again.

         His eyebrows raised as he looked around at it. “Does it not always snow this time of year in this part of your realm?”

         “It does, but… isn’t it beautiful?” She brought one of her gloved hands up to catch one of the giant flakes, letting it rest and melt in her hand before she spoke again. “It’s so peaceful. Everything else is so still, so silent. But the snow…” She trailed off.

         Loki considered that a moment. “On Asgard, the seasons are fixated in different potions of the realm. There is always snow up in the mountains if we should choose to go there. I suppose I never thought what it would be like to not see it any time you wish.”

         “I mean, if you could afford to go, there are some places on Earth that are like that, but not most.”

         He looked as though he had an idea. “I’ll be right back. You wait here.” He smiled at her before dashing back into the house.

         She waited as he asked, though she had no intention of going inside anyway. He was gone long enough that she decided to move to a patch of slightly deeper snow, laying down and flailing her arms to make a snow angel. She laid there for a moment in it, leaving her face upwards to catch the snowflakes on her tongue.

         This is still what she was doing when Loki returned. “Are you alright? Did you fall?” He shouted from the doorframe.

         “No, silly,” her words came out in a laugh. “I was making a snow angel!”

         “A what?”

         “Look.” She stood, careful not to undo all of her handiwork. He walked over to look at the place where she had been laying. “When you do this, the imprint looks like it has wings, so we call it a snow angel.” The green grass poking through in little dots almost ruined the illusion of it, she thought, but is also made it all the more beautiful, like it was covered in little polka dots.

         “I see.”

         “Where did you go?”

         “Oh, right!” He ran back to the front door and leaned inside. He brought out two of their lawn chairs that had been stored away for the winter, sliding them onto the porch one by one. He had taken both of the fleece blankets from the couch  inside and placed one on each chair. Then he went inside once more, and returned with two steaming cups of hot chocolate. “I thought maybe we could watch the snow for a while. If that is still what you want.”

         Her heart fluttered, and warmth spread through her chest. Loki had been working on something from home before he went to check on her, and the fact that he would stop to spend this time with her made her heart sing. “I would be glad to with you, Loki.”

         She walked up to the porch slowly, catching another snowflake on her tongue as she went. Loki saw that and looked puzzled, then leaned out from the under the overhang on the porch to mimic the action. She laughed at the unpleased expression on his face from the cold of the snow, and the action brought warmth back to her cheeks.

         He handed her the hot chocolate when she stepped up to the porch, and planted a light kiss on her forehead. Before she sat, he helped her brush all the remnants of making the snow angel from the back of her jacket, and then took the seat next to her.

         They sat there like that until their hot chocolate was gone, and then a little bit after. They held hands and watched the snow dance in silence, just watching the world around them in a little moment of peace.

[one-and-lonely16]

Having a hard time describing it but the vibes of pumpkin spice Oreos, warm milk, warmer smiles, cool breezes, fuzzy sweaters with ghosts on them, colorful leaves, and staying out till dawn.

(Warm fall vibes, not to warm tho. Let them freeze.)

Autumn had always been Lance’s favourite season. From fuzzy sweaters, to pumpkin spice everything, to cozying up on the sofa with a hot chocolate and to the fun at Halloween. It was just amazing. It had been amazing when he was little with his family, and now he had his own platonic family (and wonderful boyfriend) to share his joy with. 

He and Keith decided (more like Lance had begged) to go for an evening walk. The sun was just setting, casting the world in a soft orange glow and there was a chill in the air. Lance had only had to put on a hoodie, but Keith was wrapped up as if it were winter: a jumper, coat, scarf and beanie he had managed to shove his unruly hair under - though it did flick up as it peeked out from underneath it. His nose and cheeks were flushed from the chill and despite how cold Keith obviously was, he still insisted holding Lance’s hand.

“I still don’t know how you’re so warm in just a fucking hoodie,” Keith grumbled.

Lance grinned. “You’re just always cold. I am the perfect temperature. This is why autumn is my favourite.”

“Why? Because your boyfriend freezes to death?”

He snorted, causing Keith’s scowl to melt into a soft, warm smile. “No. Because it means when we get home, I get to snuggle up with you on the sofa to warm you up.”

Keith’s face became a deeper shade of red and he looked off to the side flustered. Lance chuckled, dragging him closer using the hold he has on his hand. He nuzzled Keith’s cold face with his nose, pressing light kisses all over his cheek. When Keith laughed, you could see it come out of his mouth in a small cloud. Lance leant back and looked up at the tree above them, which had started becoming orange. 

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured.

Keith didn’t bother looking at the trees. “Yeah, it is.”

Lance looked back to him with a smile. Keith tugged at his hand and begun walking back the way they came. “Come on, let’s go home.”

*

The two got home quickly. As soon as Lance got his shoes off, he bounded off to the kitchen. 

“Hey, I’m making warm milk, you want any?” he called out as Keith was taking off his scarf.

Keith hug the scarf up and padded into the kitchen in the fluffy socks he had stuffed on under his boots. “Yeah, sure.” 

Lance glanced at him and snorted.

Keith dropped the smile he had and scowled. “What?”

“Nothing.”

Keith raised an eyebrow as Lance very poorly tried to hide the smile on his face. “Lance.”

Lance let out a snigger. “It’s just, your hair has gone all poofy from your hat.”

Keith’s face flushed bright red and he dragged his hands through his hair in an attempt to flatten in. That just made Lance laugh even more.

“It’s not funny, Lance!” he protested. 

Lance finally calmed himself down and walked over to Keith, ruffling his hair. “Go have a shower, it will warm you up as well. I’ll make us warm milk and get some snacks.”

Keith shoved Lance’s hand out of his hair and messed up Lance’s hair, causing him to squawk indignantly. Keith smirked in victory and started walking out of the room. “Fine. But don’t just put those pumpkin spice oreos you love so much, get some snacks I can eat.”

“I still can’t believe I’m with someone who doesn’t like these masterpiece of oreos.”

“I’m not having this argument with you again!”

Ten minutes later, Lance was flicking through movies whilst snuggled under a blanket when Keith padded into their living room. Lance glanced at him and smiled. 

“Hey! You’re wearing the jumper I got!”

Keith tugged at the hem. “Well, yeah, its comfy.”

The jumper was black with ghosts stitched along the bottom. Lance had seen it the other day and knew he had to buy it for them. Technically, the jumper was Lance’s, but in Keith’s defence, Lance owns so many jumpers and hoodies that it’s his role as his boyfriend to steal at least a few of them. And if they’re the comfiest ones, no one has to know. 

Keith sat down next to Lance and pulled the remaining blanket over him. Without taking his eyes off of the screen, Lance lifted up an arm and Keith tucked into his side so they could both fit under it. 

“Shiro texted me whilst I was upstairs. Apparently everyone is thinking about doing a quiz with Coran as the quizmaster tonight. He asked if we wanna join,” Keith asked, reaching forward and grabbing one of the cookies Lance had brought through.

“Yeah, I saw something about that on the group chat. It’s Halloween themed, so obviously we’re going to win. I’m literally the Halloween king.”

Keith nudged Lance’s side. “You could’ve called yourself the Pumpkin King.”

Lance paused and thought it over. “Fuck, you’re right, that’s so much better.”

Keith chuckled. “So, I guess I’m telling Shiro yes for later.”

“Yeah, of course. Now, we watching the Corpse Bride or Coraline? I’m in the mood for some Tim Burton tonight. Maybe there will be questions on them.”

Keith shivered slightly at a draft coming from somewhere (no doubt Lance left open a window in the kitchen) and snuggled into Lance’s side even more with a warm smile. “Whatever you want.”

“The Corpse Bride it is. Jesus christ, your nose is freezing,” Lance exclaimed when Keith pressed his face into the crook of his neck. He pressed a gentle kiss there before bringing his head up and planting another on his lips. When he pulled back, Lance had a surprised but soft look on his face. “I mean, I’m not complaining, but what was that for?”

“Nothing, I just love you.”

Lance kissed the tip of his nose. “Love you too, bubs.”

The two turned back to the screen and one thought went through Keith’s mind.

Autumn is definitely my favourite season.

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this was really fun to write. i now realise that u might have meant all of the paladins but i couldn't help myself with writing klance so

[twistedroseytoesy]

Staff monster AU

needed to get these ramblings done for the staff before I can post the art I’ve done of them.

First off and foremost is the deadbeat crow man himself, Dire Crowley. A harpy seemed the best fit for him, due to his bird-like cloak and mask.

description: lots of differences with this one. He doesn’t have a mask, that’s just his beak, his eyes are black with golden pupils. He has a pair of black and blue wings that mimic the look of his cape in-game. Still wears the top hat and uses his wings to fly around the school. Has bird like legs with talons. Can lift coach Vargas off of the ground if he really wanted to. His wings are very strong. Talons are very sharp but he files them down due to an accident in his first year of being headmage.

fun fact: he is extra poofy in the winter due to fluffing his feathers a lot more in the cold. Many have called him headpuff when he’s found being extra puffy.

up next will be Divus crewel. Liked the ideas from @twisted-wonderland-shenanigans for some of the staff, the were-dalmation was a super good idea for Crewel. So I hope it's alright if I say that's how he is here.

description: still wears his large fur coat, mostly for aesthetic. Has spotted ears and tail, with leathery skin on his feet and hands. Has some dark birthmark spots all over his body similar to the spots on his furry appendages. Still caries his whip stick thing.

fun fact: His tail rarely wags, the few times it has is when one of his favorite students does well or he’s able to have a nice moment with them doing some successful potion work.

Then Mozus Trein. another inspired monster from the other monster AU, a were-cat, I chose to specify what kind of cat with a Siamese. They are smart but can be harsh or aggressive, similar to trein, he can be harsh to those in his class, he is very smart and able to understand the students, he just wants them to put in the effort needed to succeed.

description: Trein looks fairly the same, just with the addition of cat like eyes, cat ears, and a thin tail hidden under his cloak. Has soft padding to his feet and hands, allowing him to be silent on his cat like legs when he wants to be. When he’s agitated some can see his cloak flick and move from his tails agitated sway.

fun fact: bumps heads with Lucius and rarely can be found grooming the grumpy looking cat.

The cool shadow man Sam. made him a shadow demon because I can. Also it would make sense that he’s a demon due to his ability to get just about anything you need for the right price. Also he can turn into a shadow to grab what he needs if it’s not something legal…

description: Sam’s the same as ever, charismatic and chipper, ready to get whatever you need. Big difference is the horns and claws he now adorns. Small devil horns sprout from the edges of his forehead and he has retractable dark claws. his dark soled shoes blend into his own shadow making it seem that he is coming out of it rather than it coming from him. Can turn into a shadow, being able to mess with the world via other shadows. Or can be come a more physical shadow since he doesn’t like being 2D much. His skin becomes black and somewhat transparent. Most details seem fuzzy or disappear, mostly just a walking silhouette. It’s pretty cool, but he likes his human form so that’s what he’s in the most.

fun fact: doesn’t need to eat, sleep, or drink, when in shadow form. If a room goes dark while he’s 2D he’ll be frozen until a light source can cast shadows.

Can’t forget coach Vargas. Was going to make him an orc but I wanted him to still be fairly humanoid. Most orc’s were very… difficult to even attempt to draw so I went with a dnd half orc. Still very not human and very strong, but easier to draw and imagine him as anyway.

description: he has a grey ish skin tone and prominent bottom canines that jut from his lower lip. He’s covered in faint scars from past training and battles. Large muscles and toughened skin. He also has pointed and bent ears with his nice hairstyle. Half orca are know to be very emotional, so different emotions can cause them to over-exaggerate a lot. He gets very intense a lot. More inclined to go with an active idea then listen to reason, so be careful with what you say to him.

fun fact: when he gets really happy he’ll jump super high and laugh as loudly as he can. It’s very startling.

and lastly Grim! Most monsters that aren’t humanoid are termed as lesser. Most can’t talk either, just mimic sounds, so grim is fairly rare. Any monster that is a mix of 3 creatures or more are immediately termed a chimera. So that’s what grim is called. He’s a mix of a cat, bat, and some fire monster of unknown origin. Usually just called a cat, bat, fire chimera.

description: grim is still that fire cat, weasel thing that he is in game, you just add on large bat wings to his rounded furry body and viola! Now he’s a chimera! Same snarky attitude and appetite for odd things. Keep an eye on him unless you want multiple scuffles with other monsters.

fun fact: grim purrs, he rarely does (so he thinks), when he does purr he drools and vibrates a bit due to how hard he purrs. He also marks the mc a lot by rubbing his head against them. gets upset if the other animalistic students try to do the same.

[summerbummin]

Hawks’ Bird Traits Headcanons

Physical Traits

-The wings ofc

-Actually his wings were originally a light brown when he was a kid but once he hit puberty (or started T if u subscribe to the trans Hawks agenda like I do) then they started turning red, from light brown to copper to scarlet. The reason they changed to a brighter color was bc male birds wings are actually more colorful to attract mates and get sum fuck

-Tail feathers, they act as an airplane’s rudder would and help him with steering and balance, but the hpsc doesn’t like the tail feathers because it disrupts the angelic image they’re trying to sell, so they have Hawks pluck them or hide them in his pants (which is why they’re so baggy)

-Talons on his fingers and toes, he clips them regularly in case he has to take his gloves off so people will just think he’s wearing black nail polish, the hpsc has him hide them because they want him to look angelic, not predatory

-As well as the talons, he also has patches of scales on his feet like an actual birds, (don’t ask him why they’re not on his hands he couldn’t tell you, birds aren’t supposed to have hands in the first place but here he is) he keeps ankle high boots and socks on whenever he’s not alone to hide this

-He has extremely good eyesight, he can see 8-10 times better than the average person, he could see a mouse scurrying on the ground from 100 feet away

-The black markings around his eyes isn’t eyeliner, it acts like eye black on baseball players and helps him see against the glare of the sun

-He three eyelids, which means he can go for an unnervingly long time without blinking

-His third eyelid is a special one and is what’s known as the “nictitating membrane” its translucent and goes over his whole eyelid and protects it, it allows hawks to keep his eyes open when he’s flying at fast speeds on the occasion he loses his visor, and luckily since he’s so high up people won’t be able to see how milky his eyes have gone, it only really comes out on ground level when he’s either relaxed, half asleep, or wasted

-He has sharp canines/teeth as a way to make up for his lack of a beak so he can easily eat the tougher meats his inner raptor craves, but the HPSC does not like this because it makes him look predatory, so they did dental surgery on them

-High pitched noises drive his bird brain crazy, like metal on metal or nails on chalkboard, and those type of sounds are way worse for him than the average person, he’ll either want to fly away or stop the source of that sound

-He has oil/preen glands on his lower back (like right where back dimples would be) and he can use it to clean his feathers, waterproof them, and keep them in tip top condition! He has designated “preening” time but with how busy he is... a lot of the time he skips it rip

-He molts twice a year, because even though he’s constantly using up feathers doing hero work, he has little baby ones closest to his back which don’t detach and always stay on, he molts those along with the feathers he hasn’t used up and he Hates when he molts because his back gets so fucking itchy, and also because he can’t do hero work when he’s molting

-He has a very fast bird metabolism, which is why he’s always stuffing his face with food, flying takes a lot of energy so he constantly has to “refuel”

-He has hollow bones and despite common misconception, that doesn’t make them lighter, they’re actually hollow so they can hold extra air/oxygen to help with flying which takes up A Lot of breath

-He gets cold easily because the rest of his body isn’t covered in feathers like an actual bird would be, that’s why he wears a fluffy coat and an insulated flight suit under that to trap the heat in, also it gets very chilly high in the sky

-He will actually grow a “winter plumage” during that time of year, and his feathers with get very fluffy and poofy to try and insulate his body. When he’s cold he’ll turn into a little puff ball and people tease him mercilessly for this

Behavioral Traits

-Stress grip, if he gets stressed/highly stimulated, and if something moves within his line of sight, he’ll grab it. But the problem is he physically cannot let go until he’s calmed down. The hpsc tried to train this out of him but when realizing that wouldn’t work, no matter how hard they tried or how hard they pushed Hawks, they instead trained him to grab himself or inanimate objects instead, but absolutely do Not grab people. And Hawks has gotten pretty good about redirecting his raptor grip, but in the few situations when he doesn’t manage to... it’s a Yikes

-He really likes shiny things. When he first met Dabi he had to resist staring at the way his staples glimmered, Dabi thought Hawks was staring at him because he was analyzing him or smth but nope, it was bc bird brain go brrr

-Because of his love for shiny things, Hawks has a “cool rocks” hoard, and if he gives you one of those rocks that means you have unlocked the “hawks will now die for you” level of friendship

-Hawks Loves head pats or having people card their hands through his hair. Birds can’t reach the top of their head so other birds do it for them (allopreening) and it’s considered a social activity and one of acceptance, so Hawks will unconsciously pat or ruffle the hair of people he’s fond of, like Tokoyami for example

-He’s very carnivorous and because of that he will Tear into meat, especially the raw kind, but he never eats raw meat in public because that’s seen as “gross”

-But he can also eat other foods, and some he even has different reactions to, like with peppers. Peppers don’t taste hot or spicy to him because birds don’t have receptors for it, they taste sweet and he loves the way the juices taste. He also finds it amusing when people look at him in horror when he chomps down on a carolina reaper like it’s nothing

-To impress people he’ll do crazy dives. It stems from bird courtship rituals, but Hawks never really had anyone that special to him for most of his life, so he uses it as a trick to wow people instead and it comes in handy for heroism

-Hawks will cock his head to the side when he’s perplexed or thinking especially hard, little head tilts ;-;

-He’ll also bob his head along to music he’s enjoying, his coworkers find this hilarious and they’ll rate music on whether or not it gets Hawks to “bob” and they call it a bob instead of a bop lol

-Perches, he’ll perch on the arm of the sofa instead of sitting on the actual cushions like a normal person and he always likes to have the high ground so he’ll sit on top of tables or counter tops, he’s even gone so far as to perch himself on a lamppost once or twice, like a gargoyle

-Blindfolds calm him down because to his bird brain, being unable to see makes him think he’s safe. Or at least they used to, the hpsc used blindfolds on him when he started training as a kid, and while they might calm him down after a training session, using that technique during one would freak him out because he’s being asked To Do Something when he can’t see and birds rely heavily on their sight to function. They used that “technique” on him so much that now if someone put a blindfold on him he’d panic because of that childhood trauma tm

-He isn’t scared of the dark though, he actually has a habit of sitting in dark rooms for a bit because when he overuses his quirk, he gets migraines bc of that telepathy stuff (I know this isn’t a bird hc but I had to include this)

-He makes bird noises, like coos and chirps when he’s happy, which isn’t a lot (can we get an F in the chat), squawks when he’s startled, and raptor screeches when he’s trying to act scary. The hpsc put him in speech therapy to keep him from making bird noises, and because when he was younger he had trouble speaking and also Trauma from it because his parents treated him like a disturbance, so he’d always try to make as little noise/take up as little space, as possible. Now he’s a great talker, to the point where he won’t shut the fuck up, but when he’s extremely distressed he sometimes can have trouble speaking “actual words”

-Hawks’ feathers often react to his emotions, he can puff up/raise his feathers to make himself look bigger when he feels threatened, or they’ll bristle like pinecones when he’s annoyed, or get all soft and fluffy when he’s around someone he likes/feels safe with

-Because of his adverse reaction to the cold, Hawks loves warm things like heating pads, hot water bottles, Dabi. He loves to sun his wings too and sunbathing is his favorite way to relax (on the rare occasion he has the time to)

-He also really likes blankets, but not just because of the warmth, he has nesting instinct. He will pile a bunch of blankets and pillow and all other kinds of bedding and soft things on top of his bed. Also if there is a certain person he’s missing, articles of their clothing get added to the pile. But this “instinct” only really happens when he’s feeling lonely aka without a home

-Also if he ever had a kid his nesting instinct would go insane trying to make his house/nest “suitable” since that’s the whole purpose of nesting, making a safe place to have babies and raise them

-He is very monogamous because of the whole “raptors mate for life” thing, and because of this he’s very picky and will only actually consider a person as a life partner if he trusts them and loves them unquestionably

-However, the whole “mating for life” thing also means he can be a bit territorial of his partner, wanting to leave marks on the to show that they’re His. Like once someone put a lingering hand on his partner’s arm and he had the unreasonable urge to claw their face off

-But it’s not all bad, as a courting ritual he’ll give gifts (mainly food) to show he is able to provide, which is unfortunate because in my mind, Hawks is a terrible cook. On the plus side, he has lots of cash money that he can spend on expensive restaurants and bakeries

-Basically he’s a bird sugar daddy

Thanks for reading!!