#i miss my birdman!

[isabeauwolf]

Okay, took me a minute to find them, but here's my fav Overhaul x reader fanfics! This one is for the female reader's x Overhaul.

I'll make another list for male readers as well! ;) and another for love triangles!

Here's to my fellow members of the Chisaki Nation!!!! I seriously binge read all of these and couldn't stop!

My fav Overhaul x reader fanfics Part 1

(Fair warning, some of these can get dark af, feel free to skip if it isn't your thing). Tell me which ones were your favs? ;)

🐦‍⬛ Forbidden by HungarianShinobi (Doctor Overhaul x reader) : https://archiveofourown.org/works/35521177

🐦‍⬛ Arms At Rest by Yoshinori : https://archiveofourown.org/works/16100765/chapters/37607249

🐦‍⬛ Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) by krazenground : https://archiveofourown.org/works/24366637/chapters/58765354

🐦‍⬛A Blistering Affection (Overhaul x reader) by Crimsoncat : https://archiveofourown.org/works/28194690/chapters/69088494

🐦‍⬛The Whispering Darkness by InorganicOne2230 : (Sleep Hollow AU Overhaul x reader) https://archiveofourown.org/works/34057876/chapters/84719488

🐦‍⬛Purity by InorganicOne2230 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/21403249/chapters/50990824

🐦‍⬛The Club (Purity Spin-Off) by InorganicOne2230 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/39041481/chapters/97659105

🐦‍⬛All That Led Us Here by InorganicOne2230 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/22309051/chapters/53285557

🐦‍⬛A God Named Destruction by xillustratoryx : https://archiveofourown.org/works/48788473/chapters/123073762

🐦‍⬛Love Without Boundaries: (Overhaul x Hero Reader) by ArondightDusk: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33562012/chapters/83394898

🐦‍⬛Control (Overhaul X Reader) by CranberryCandy : https://archiveofourown.org/works/26102626/chapters/63493396

🐦‍⬛Home Sweet Home | Chisaki Kai x Reader by Kikyo851 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/32472970/chapters/80530477

🐦‍⬛Corrupt | Chisaki Kai x Reader by Kikyo851 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/18387173/chapters/43543130

🐦‍⬛Migraine by Boerning : https://archiveofourown.org/works/37282840/chapters/93025036

🐦‍⬛Supreme by les_inquiets: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28878405/chapters/70842282#workskin

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[isabeauwolf]

We need to get Overhaul on the board somehow 🙏💚💜 Our birdman needs some kind of win! Come on, Villains for the win!

Hello everyone.. Horikoshi sensei has announced an international popularity poll... Let's vote our favorite character from My hero academia!

[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

just watching Kuzy eliminate Pittsburgh over and over again it's ok I'm ok

[seithr]

...................i still want the garrus ducky

[isabeauwolf]

Why am I working myself up again? 😭 Thinking about what could have been for MHA Final War arc and the aftermath?

They had Eri. They had Overhaul. Two people with healing quirks.

They just let poor Touya bound and in pain, no doubt drugged out of his mind and unable to talk for more than a few short sentences... Left there, slowly dying... Losing the will to live.

I get it, both Overhaul and Dabi are Villains.

Villains don't deserve happy endings and need to pay for their crimes. Murderers. A child abuser. An arsonist.

Two men fallen into the cracks of the forgotten and lost, forcing themselves to pick themselves back up by themselves. Fixing the pieces themselves, shoving the chipped, broken and fragile jumbled remains back and kept moving forward.

That's it. Heroes win, bad guys thrown in jail, here a cameo, bye. -_-

They could have worked something out with Pops and Aizawa to save Touya, but no...

Could have shoved a quirk restraining collar on Kai or blind folded him, handcuffs him and surrounding by armed guards. Both Pops and Aizawa present as Eri have Kai back his arms and retreated.

If Kai agreeded to slowly helped to rebuild buildings, saved lives to help Recovery Girl under her apprentice ship, and healed Touya at Endeavors request.. Touya could have lived.

Kai would be forced to do community service with the rest of the eight bullets.

Yes, it's hella crazy and unrealistic, wishful thinking on my part...

Yes, Kai got what he deserved. (Okay, I lied, he doesn't deserve it, dammit! I'll die on that hill that Kai deserves a redemption arc just as bad as Shiggy and Touya! Fuck, Karma! I wanna see my birdman happy!)

Yes, Touya isn't in pain anymore. He's free. (The thought of him suffering and dying alone is killing me)

😭 Doesn't make it hurt any less.

@wtf-ask-baddie-overhaul

[isabeauwolf]

Bahaha! 😂 I laughed so hard. My response was, "Don't worry, Kai. I can do both, my devil." 🤭 "Let me spoil you. I'm making you a cake anyway. You're welcome." 😘

@chainslobber @gamergirl-niffler @cherry-queens-blog @doumadono @fairymama624 @staitc-rj

Honestly, I didn't expect a different reaction out of him.

[queenendless]

WELCOME HOME

A/n: Short fic. Cause I miss my bird baby. AU TIME based off World Heroes Mission. Hawks/Keigo Takami x Adult!Fem!Reader.

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGARIZE, COPY, EDIT, AND/OR STEAL MY FANFIC WORK. If you enjoy my fan content, then reblog, like, comment, n follow pls n thnx u.

Keigo Takami.

The #2 Hero.

The Winged man that goes too fast in his line of work and in life.

Yet every time he stops by your place; your shared place, he goes at a somewhat normal pace. The norm of being with you made him want to relish in every moment spent together.

Letting the balcony doors open to let out the steam of cooking was one thing. Being his personal doorway in was the better fun option.

The place was always cozy and warm when it's you two.

But dating a pro means lots of patrols, late nights handling cases, and dangerous missions facing criminals and villains from all walks of life.

Like right now.

The worldwide operation of defeating the terrorist cult organization Humarise from activating their Trigger bombs designed to release gas that drives all Quirk users who inhale the gas to go berserk as their chemically enhanced powers toxically overwhelm them.

The World Heroes Association mobilized heroes around the world to seize those bombs along with every member and ally of the group.

Thankfully, the bombs were defused.

The world was averted from disaster.

Despite the official reports the news covered on the event, in your heart, you knew there was more to it.

So you felt your heart soar over the moon when the sight of red and yellow was caught from the corner of your eye by the balcony.

“Hey baby bird.”

Standing right there outside, he bowed to you, a gloved hand offered to you.

“Miss me?”

Your feet moved on their own. Water clouded your eyes. He caught your running self jumping into his arms with ease, swinging you side by side, gently squeezing you in kind.

“I did.” You mumbled in his neck, kissing his skin showing there, feeling his warm beating pulse against your lips.

“I missed you too. So damn much.” His stubbled chin brushed your cheek before planting several smooches there.

The anxious tension filling his heart ever since this Humarise operation began would not rest until he saw you again with his own eyes. And it did.

“Congrats on the success of your mission.” Your proud smile beamed up at him, earning a blush tinting his ears, his neck, and his cheeks.

His bashful grin rewarded you. “Thanks. It was a worldwide team effort, though.”

“I love you Kei.” Your tight squeeze of a hug made your birdman wheeze out at the surprising strength it held.

His wings surrounded you as he squeezed you right back. “I love you too, Y/n.”

You two would spend the remainder of the night cuddling, a comfy blanket shared by you both, as you let the TV run in the background, until you both finally conked out.

Tonight he got to spend with you safe and sound in his arms at last.

[richeeduvie]

How would Lalo react to walking in on Nacho and Princesa having a tender moment together? In the Nacho gets to her first au ofc ofc

Rojo (Madman!AU!AU BLURB)

Nacho Varga x Reader - Lalo Salamanca (one-sided?) x Reader

Nacho's your boyfriend. Lalo's his business partner - you don't know if he's third wheeling your date or you're third wheeling a meeting. But you like Lalo, despite all his...unconventional behavior. You've never met someone as friendly as him. --- So many AU!S lol ---

He's so beautiful when he's calm.

You mean, Ignacio's always calm, it feels like. In the word's most basic definition. He's quiet, heavy in thought - but not in the way you are. He doesn't scratch at his neck or secretly beg for assurance that nothing's wrong. It's stupid to say, maybe, it's stupid to say what you think he is because you haven't been with him for that long. You aren't deserving of deeper feelings.

But you feel as if he's a guardian. They're calm, but that doesn't mean they're at peace. But tonight...he is. You'd say he is. Not because of you or anything, just because.

You're sitting in the booth with him, ignoring that this place is your workplace. You don't know why Ignacio's colleague likes this place so much. You can't deny that the food is good.

Maybe Ignacio's allowed himself to be at peace because of his colleague leaving to go talk to Mr. Fring. His keeps his eyes closed, head lifted back.

You take to staring at his hands. Soft. Resting. You sniffle.

You feel too selfish in taking them in yours, but you feel even more stupid at how your heart can't settle at such a simple touch.

Ignacio's eyes don't open when he grabs your wrist.

"Not here."

...Of course. Of course.

You have to ignore the sinking of your heart, the need to dig your fingers into your skin at how stupid you are.

"I'm sorry."

And it's even more of a need when you can't stop your voice from cracking. You go to pull your hand away--

And it's only confusion at how Ignacio keeps your wrist in his grasp.

"Just-It's not that I don't want to. Hey."

You turn to look at him, his eyes open - brown and wide, assuring. You hate that you have to make them so.

"...Just not here, but you need to know that it's not that I don't want to. Okay?"

You watch Ignacio take his eyes to your hands. You feel like he's studying you. He rubs his fingers over.

"Okay?"

"...Okay."

Okay. But whatever this is feels worse than if you just took his hand under the table. But you couldn't deny him, or believe differently than him. That doesn't feel right.

The both of you don't even notice the footsteps nearing closer.

"Oh. I'm interrupting the two lovebirds."

The footsteps and smile of the friendliest man you've ever met.

You pull your hands away from Ignacio instantly, even with the grip that you can't be too sure was there in the first place.

Lalo tilts his head and the both of you, hands at his sides.

"I leave my friends alone for five minutes and look what I get? Is this what they called third wheeling?"

He looks towards Ignacio, eyes unblinking. Nobody smiles the way he does, you think. Something with an easy charm you could only wish to ever have.

"Say, you - come sit next to me. It's gonna be easier to get a look at your birdman if you're not...huddled next to him. Come."

Ignacio puts his fits on the table, leaning forward.

"Lalo, that's not--"

"Don't you want a better look of that faces at hers."

You bury your head down when Lalo's eyes turn to you.

"Dios Mio."

You can't miss the bit of his hand reaching out.

"Come."

And you don't know why, but you look to Ignacio for permission, hoping that you're reading his eyes wrong...that his nod is the truth, not what his face says.

You stand up, trying to drown the flush on your face when Lalo, this man you feel wrong calling strange...

He takes his hand to the small of your back, but only for a second. You sit down as quickly as you can.

Ignacio's unblinking. His hands press against his mouth. You feel the need to sniffle and swallow again.

Lalo plops himself right beside you, bumping his shoulder to yours.

"See, Ignacio - you got a much better view."

[coldranger]

When it comes to Quiet designs with the little amount of information we have it can be annoying but freeing in another sense. Your somewhat confined to the birdman angle but there's plenty of variation to go from there

It's just any other features - wings, beak, tail - are a lot less clear cut. The Narrator carefully curates everything Quiet knows, especially what they are because it doesn't matter at the end of the day. Why would it? So long as Quiet can wield that pristine blade whether or not they've got multiple pairs of wings flapping about isn't as important. To me they'd nebulously exist until Quiet is actually aware of them and in the case of the wings I have a feeling they'd be useless just so Quiet won't try anything funny. I do think it's interesting when you get beat up by Adversary the Narrator never does explain what's missing on your face...

How said wings could be potentially useless: clipping them, which cuts part of the feathers needed to fly (damaging them to a similar extent would do the same), or the bee route where they're too small. None at all also works.

I like to think while in The Long Quiet proper they have their wings since they looked in the mirror. Personally for my design it'll stay beakless just bc it's what I've been doing and I added the tail for my own enjoyment

I could totally draw a beak too, it would not be that hard. I just simply chose not to :]

[isabeauwolf]

Chisaki Nation are ya'll voting for Kai Chisaki, Overhaul?

Am I everyday whenever I can remember too, lol

I wanna see our birdman in the top 20 at least! Oh, please!

fighting for my life against people who hate overhaul.

this is who you're being mean to.. if you even care................

also please vote for him #OVERHAULSWEEP — we got this dedicated overhaulies

[witheredwritings]

Soft in the Right Hands - Prologue

Summary: Bucky Barnes walks into Bean Voyage every day, ordering nothing but black coffee, his quiet routine a mask for the chaos of his past. But Quinn Hodge, the sharp-witted barista with no fear of the notorious Winter Soldier, seems to see right through him. In a place that feels too ordinary for someone like him, Bucky finds himself returning, not just for the coffee, but for the mystery of Quinn—and maybe something more than he’s willing to admit. The question is: what happens when the walls he’s built around himself start to crack, one sip at a time? Word count: 1.4K Warnings: none really, maybe a bit of language. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE GUYS A/N: My first ever fic and part one of an upcoming series. Please leave a message behind, criticism as welcomed :)

The bell above the door jingled as Bucky stepped into the Bean Voyage, the scent of burnt espresso and cinnamon clashing in the air. The place was small, tucked between a bodega and a laundromat, with mismatched chairs and a crooked menu board that had been written and rewritten so many times, half the prices were smudged beyond recognition.

Steve had been the one to drag him here months ago, claiming it was “good for you, Buck—y'know normal people things.”

Normal. Right. Because nothing screamed normal like a hundred-year-old ex-assassin ordering coffee like he didn’t wake up sweating from nightmares five times a week.

Sam had followed soon after, mostly to piss off Bucky and flirt shamelessly with the barista. Quinn.

Bucky's eyes flicked toward the counter, where she stood—hair tied back, a sharp look of concentration on her face as she attempted to fix the ancient espresso machine by smacking it with a metal spoon.

“Work, damn you,” she muttered, whacking it one more time.

Bucky stifled a smirk.

The girl was a force to be reckoned with sometimes. He often wondered how someone could be so goddamn bad at their job and still never get fired. She had a way with the costumers though. Always smiling, never showing it if she was in a sour mood. She treated everyone with respect. She never looked at him the way others did. Didn’t seem to care that Captain America and co were her regulars, that he came here nearly every other day.

No fear. No curiosity. No whispers of that’s him—the Winter Soldier.

To her, he was just the grumpy guy who always ordered black coffee and left a generous tip, even though he rarely said more than a few words.

And for some reason, that made him come back.

“Ah, the usual suspects,” Quinn said as she spotted him and waltzed over. “Grumpy, Blondie, and Birdman. What can I get you? The usual?”

“First of all, I have a name,” Sam said, pointing at her. “Second, how do you still have a job when you make the worst coffee in Brooklyn?”

“Charm and spite,” Quinn shot back.

Steve chuckled, nudging Bucky forward. “Go on, tell her what you want.”

Bucky hated how all eyes landed on him like he was some kind of shy teenager. He huffed. “Black coffee.”

“Shocking,” Quinn deadpanned, scribbling on a notepad. “You do realize other drinks exist, right? We’ve got caramel lattes. Hazelnut mochas. Hot chocolate, if you’re feeling bold.”

Bucky crossed his arms. “Black. Coffee.”

Quinn grinned. “One cup of personality juice coming right up.”

Sam howled with laughter. Steve looked like he was fighting a smile. Bucky just shook his head, but when Quinn turned away, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time.

Something dangerously close to fondness.

Steve’s voice sliced through the laughter before Bucky had a chance to roll his eyes.

“Quinn, stop making fun of the guy who has absolutely no interest in your weird flavored concoctions,” the blond-haired man said, not looking up from the crumpled menu in his hand.

Quinn flipped her hair over her shoulder as she grinned. “I’m just trying to introduce him to the world of taste, Stevie. He’s missing out.” Her voice was a perfect blend of playful and exasperated, like she’d said this exact thing a hundred times before. Bucky could almost hear the smirk in her tone.

Bucky's eyes narrowed, though he was fighting the grin tugging at his lips. “I like what I like.” He’d heard that line from a million people over the years, but there was something about saying it to Quinn that made it sound different, less defensive, and more… amusing.

He slid into his usual seat by the window next to Sam, where the cracked glass made everything feel just a bit off-kilter, but in a way that kind of worked. Brooklyn was like that. A little messy, a little broken, but beautiful anyway.

As Quinn finished up the orders for the other patrons, she finally turned around, wiping her hands on a rag before leaning casually against the counter. She met his gaze, her eyes not exactly warm but… not cold either. Neutral. Like they always were. Maybe even a little curious.

“What’s the deal with you, huh?” she asked, her tone light, but her eyes sharp. “I mean, you walk in here like you’re on some mission to ruin everyone’s day. Yet you come back every damn time. You’re loyal, I’ll give you that.”

Bucky blinked, caught off guard by the directness of her question. Most people tiptoed around him, acted like they were afraid he might snap—except her. Quinn wasn’t afraid of him. That much was obvious.

“I don’t ruin anyone’s day,” Bucky muttered, though a small smirk was pulling at his mouth now. “I’m not here to make friends.”

“Oh, please, you’re practically family at this point,” Quinn shot back, motioning around the café. “We’ve got this down to a science. You come in, you sit at that window seat, order black coffee, and avoid any real human interaction. And I, for some strange reason, don’t mind. It’s predictable.”

Bucky chuckled under his breath. Predictable. Yeah, that sounded about right. He wasn’t in the mood for surprises, not since—well, for a long time now.

“What’s your name again?” Quinn asked, wiping a stray speck of foam from the counter. “I’m sure Sam’s told me a thousand times, but I’ve got this thing with remembering names. They just… slip.”

“Bucky,” he said. “Bucky Barnes.”

She paused for a moment, as if testing the name on her tongue. “Bucky Barnes,” she repeated, nodding slowly. “You know, I can’t tell if you’re secretly a tortured soul or just a guy who really likes black coffee. Either way, I’m gonna keep giving you your drink, because you leave an amazing tip every time.”

He froze at the mention of the tip. It wasn’t much, just enough to show he appreciated their service, but for some reason, Quinn always noticed it. And it was… unsettling in a way he couldn’t explain. It felt too personal. Too real.

“You don’t have to keep giving me compliments,” Bucky mumbled, his gaze shifting back to his hands. He wasn’t good at this, at being seen, not in this way.

Quinn’s laugh rang out, light and genuine. “I don’t think I’m complimenting you, Barnes. I think I’m just noticing you. Big difference.”

Sam, who had been pretending to read the menu, like that was gonna fool anyone, snorted into his coffee. “Oh, Bucky, she’s got you figured out, man.”

Steve shot Sam a warning look, but it didn’t matter. Bucky's face burned, but there was something about Quinn’s bluntness that disarmed him. She wasn’t coy or awkward. She wasn’t trying to flirt with him. She just… was.

“So, what’s the deal, Buck?” she asked again, leaning on the counter, her elbows now resting on the worn surface. “What’s the real reason you come in here?”

It was too much. Too personal. Too… human.

Bucky exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. “I just… want the damn coffee, Quinn.”

Her eyes softened, just a little, and she gave him a small nod. “Fair enough. But you know, the next time you show up, I might make you try something new. You never know—could change your life.”

Bucky rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile creeping onto his lips. “I’ll take my chances.”

“Your loss,” she said, walking back to the espresso machine, but her tone was light, teasing.

It felt like a weird kind of truce. And Bucky had to admit, a part of him was almost looking forward to the next time he came in. To the strange, awkward little conversations. To Quinn’s sharp humor. To the way she never treated him like the Winter Soldier, like someone too dangerous to even look at. No, she treated him like… like he was just him. Like people treated him seventy years ago.

And maybe that was all he really needed.

The bell above the door jingled as he walked out, black coffee in hand, but Bucky didn’t hurry this time. He walked slowly, his mind already drifting to the next time he’d find himself in that tiny café, ordering the same damn thing.

Because for some reason, it wasn’t just the coffee he was coming back for anymore.

A/N: Thank you soo much if you read this and stay updated for new parts xxxx

[eva-birdman]

eva-birdman-art thank uuuuu for all your SI-5 posting i owe you the world!!! 🌎 <- tje world. thats yours now. bc of the SI-5 posting. you NEVER miss genuinely all of your stuff is so so good and your art is incrdible

Thank youu!!! for all love omg!!!💜💜💜😭😭 The si-5 are some of my favourite characters ever, sometimes I worry I post too much abt them lmao. But I'm glad you like them as much as I do, let's be weird abt them together.

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Cuddles

Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

A/N This is one of the first fics I posted on my other account and I thought I lost it, luckily it just wasn't labelled. Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated and all mistakes are my own so if you see any just comment them.

Summary You just got home from a long mission and you missed Steve (a lot).

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings fluff

To say you missed your boyfriend, Steve, was an understatement. You had just gotten back from a three-week long mission with Nat and Clint at an abandoned Hydra base to get some information on the winter soldier. Luckily, the mission was successful and there weren't too many problems other than a few traps that caught the three of you off guard since they were strategically placed.

However, you were missing Steve a lot. And although the mission was less than a month, and you had spent longer away from him, you were still missing Steve and his amazing hugs. 

You could see Steve waiting for you as the Quinjet landed. As soon as the Quinjet opened, you were running towards Steve as he opened his arms to welcome you. 

Steve groaned as he took the impact from you running into him and wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped yours around his waist. You both stayed like that for a while before you pulled back so you could kiss Steve in what felt like forever. 

“I missed you so much baby,” Steve said, breathless from the kiss.

“I missed you too Stevie,” you gave him a chassed kiss on his lips before making your way to the floor you and Steve shared with Bucky so you could shower.

After your shower, you changed into one of Steve’s t-shirts and some shorts before going into the living room on your floor and joining Steve on the couch.

“Do you feel better now honey?” Steve asked.

“Much better,” you responded with a smile.

Steve lifted his left arm to rest on the couch behind you as you moved closer to cuddle into his side and rested your head on his chest. You stayed there for a while as you watched whatever show was on the tv until the end credits were rolling. 

You looked up at Steve as he leaned in to meet your lips in a kiss filled with pure passion. You could feel butterflies in your stomach as your and Steve's tongues fought for dominance.

 

This romantic situation was then ruined by the sounds of retching coming from behind you. You turned around to see Sam and Bucky stood at the door pretending to gag at the sight of your and Steve’s affection.

“You’re just jealous that you don’t have anyone to kiss birdman,” you said to Sam which he responded to with a scowl.

“And you can't handle the fact that I've got a girl before you jerk,” Steve said to Bucky with a smirk on his face.

“Punk,” Bucky replied. 

“Anyways we came here to tell you two love birds that food is ready,” Sam said, rolling his eyes.

 

You and Steve stood up and proceeded to walk with Sam and Bucky to the elevator. 

“You two better not start making out in the elevator or else I won't want my food.” Sam said while crossing his arms. 

“Jeez Sam were not animals,” you replied.

 

“I dunno if I believe you y/n. The things I've heard says different.” Bucky said with a disgusted look on his face.

 

“Come on Buck, we’re not that bad,” Steve was smiling because he knew that you both weren’t exactly quiet in the bedroom. 

Once the elevator doors opened, the four of you walked out and into the dining room where everyone else was waiting for you. Everyone was sitting down and they had left four seats for you, Steve, Sam and Bucky to sit in. 

You sat down next to Nat and Steve sat on the other side of you. You put your hand on Steve’s thigh whilst you used your other hand to eat. 

“So y/n how was the mission?” Tony asked.

“It was alright I guess. Some of the traps were so fucking hard though.”

“Well Hydra treasured cyborg so I'm not surprised.” Tony responded. 

“Hey! Don’t call me that. At least I don’t have to dress up in a stupid suit to become helpful.” Bucky snarled at Tony. 

Tony just rolled his eyes before turning to Bruce to talk about sciency things that no one but them understood. 

After everyone had eaten, you and Steve excused yourselves. You held hands all the way from the dining room up until you reached your ensuite where you both brushed your teeth. After that, you got into bed while Steve changed into some sweatpants. 

Steve got into bed next to you and lifted his arm so you could rest your head on his chest. You leaned up so you could kiss him again before returning your head back to its previous position. You threw an arm over Steve's stomach and hooked a leg over one of Steve’s so you could be as close as humanly possible to him. 

“Is there anything you want or need, baby?” Steve questioned.

“Just cuddles from you. That’s all I need Stevie.” This made Steve smile.

You kissed his chest and then closed your eyes as you slowly drifted into a comfortable slumber while listening to the steady beat of Steve’s heart. 

“G’night Stevie.” you whispered sleepily. 

Steve only heard your comment because of his super hearing and he let out a quiet chuckle.

“Good night darling,” Steve said although he knew you didn’t hear it because of your breathing which signified that you were fast asleep.

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[isabeauwolf]

Oh yeah, I have a problem and I ain't going back! XD

This yakuza birdman came on screen stole my heart, made me want him carnally and feral, and then, pooof, he's gone. I call hacks!

Kai, my birdman, my toucan king, dammit, I miss you! T-T

I think i have an issue

[shepherdingthepie]

Thanks for 200 subs!!!

all of you are totally amazing, incredible, and downright awesome! To celebrate, I’m gonna have quite a celebration thingy. Lots of events! Yay! Very fun!

Requests!

ok so I’m gonna open requests for some weird things

I’m gonna do song requests! You can request a song for me to play on guitar or piano or sing or any combination of the few! I’ll probably only do a section of the song, so plz specify which section. Here’s an example of a good ask: “can you play the bridge of the song ___ by ___ on guitar and sing the lyrics?” I’ll take abt 15 of these and it’ll take me a couple of days to learn the song and then to record and post it!

I’ll do writing stuff! I’ve never posted my writing on here but I very much enjoy creative writing and I write a lot. I’ll write a one shot for your ocs, I’ll write poems, I’ll do fandom stuff (wings of fire, warrior cats, and newsies). I won’t do nsfw or smut so please no requests for that stuff! My limit is gonna be around 2.5k words for this stuff so just keep that in mind. I’ll take abt 5-7 of these, and they’ll probably take up to a week to complete!

I’ll do OC ratings- if people wanna send in OC’s then I’ll judge ‘em (politely ofc) !

AMA!

I’ll do an ask me anything! My inbox is always open, but now you have an excuse to ask me random stuff! I won’t respond to super personal questions (my address, last name, phone #, etc) but I’ll answer literally everything else haha

ALSO!

I made a side blog for my OC stuff! Here’s the link and I would consider following it if I were you since I’m gonna start posting some fun tidbits soon >:) (no pressure of course)

there may be more stuff coming later this week but that’s it for now!!!! You guys are all so awesome and I’m so lucky to be able to interact with you guys every day :)

honoring my lovely lovely moots: @confused-therian @kaitethecreature @theylovewinnie @gigglesthejester @somepersonwhoexists

@sillysaurusrex @retic-pithon

@thesilliestbeanburger @justt-jayy @justletmestayawakeatthispoint @calico-in-the-forest @galezellybelly

@cold-fins @aspenonpawzzz @thevixens-den

@therealmaquaroonie @bugsb1te @jaycethetherian @thecouncilofidiots @thisfoxisgayaf

@the-silly-maggot

@jojosiwaknock-off @radkatzzstuff @silly-little-puppy @mister-birdman @scrollwyrm

@catchthattherian

total apologies if I missed anyone :(

no pressure to interact, just wanted you guys to see this and know how much I appreciate you guys!!! :)))

[mybeingthere]

‘In a horrible way, marvelous’ - birds by Leonard Baskin.

Raptors were central to Leonard Baskin’s work throughout his career. His winged creatures stood on their own, as subjects in their own right; Baskin also incorporated them in other images, most notably his human figures.

Birds of prey – owls, herons, eagles, pelicans – encapsulated his antithetical understanding of the human race: noble and base, common and heroic, tender and brutish, vulnerable and ruthless. With that in mind, the crow is a frequent subject in his work. Outcast because of its scavenging ways, the crow stands in for the downtrodden, the common people who survive by their wits on society’s castoffs.

In a famous collaboration, Baskin joined forces with British poet Ted Hughes to create “Crow: From the Life and the Songs of the Crow,” a 1973 collection of Hughes’ poetry which explores a crow-inspired mythology illustrated with Baskin’s drawings.

The bird is both defenseless and undefeated, a presence even in death.

Baskin wrote about his fascination with raptors: “Owls obsess me. They’re predators, always in control and always mysterious. Late one midsummer night I watched one for two hours. He was after the thousands of moths who were drawn to a light by my window. He grabbed at them with his claws, never missing a one, and their wings fell off all over his breast. He was beady-eyed and, in a horrible way, marvelous.”

In the ’60s, Baskin probed more deeply the relationship between humankind and raptor in works like the “The Great Birdman.” A large black-and-white woodcut, the piece presents what looks like a burly man’s muscled torso with a raptor’s head. Rendered in broad, curving strokes, the imposing figure recalls history’s bigger-than-life heroes and villains: Mussolini, Balzac, Churchill, H.G. Wells, men who were variously brilliant, courageous, cruel and unforgiving.