#icarus' feathers have found a use

[how-the-feathers-have-fallen]

you're so fucking welcome to cry in my bathroom. you hear me?

steal the spare key from under the doormat or the key under the shoe rack or the key in the flower vase or the kitchen drawer or my favorite candle-

or steal it right out of my pocket.

(what do you mean why do i have so many house keys? ask this house why it has so many ghosts and why they keep leaving me)

break in at 3 am and make yourself at home

cry in my doorway if you can't make it any further

I'll get out of bed and carry you up. we'll sit on the floor of my tiny dilapidated bath stall, going through the box of shitty make-up I never bought and try to laugh

or throw plastic potted plants out the window onto the rusty pile of baby bikes I never rode if you need to scream and watch something shatter. I'd trade a million styrofoam sunflowers for your laughter

or we'll just curl up in a tight ball and lay in the ancient tub, turn on the shower and weep and wail and sob and shout till we're floating in a salt water ocean

who cares if the tile floor's cold. I've got a dozen fluffy robes hooked on the door. We'll build a soft nest to crash on and a fort to protect us. we'll find the old paperbacks I hid in the the laundry basket and read till the sun rises and sets and explodes.

who cares about those stupid lumps of porcelain plastic. they're ugly and I never wanted them. I think I'd rather have you break them than the world break you.

who cares if the tub's a little rickety and the water's cold and the boiler's old and loud and slow and we'll get soaked to the bone.

I'll hold you till you stop crying. and then I'll hold you after. when you need to come back from where you left to. back to my senior citizen tub in my decrepit water closet in the house you're welcome to. back to me and all my goddamn keys for the same empty lock.

[2nv-diary]

flightless bird(have i found you?) | part 1

ray | binary star hero x reader

rushed for a friend who has just passed. gushed over this game with her, so i thought it deserved to be out there. not proofread.

word count: 2,001

It's not like him to move without completing the picture from top to bottom first—plans A to Z listed, supposedly; he had so much time, after all. Every move he's imagined you'd make branches out to 26 different outcomes. He thinks it's enough. Who the hell reacts differently than more than about three possibilities?

You, apparently. You take him out. Make him realize the need of a plan AA. A plan AB. A plan AC. And so on and so forth. He needs more than 26 plans when it's about you. Absolute pain in his ass.

It's the burning sensation in his gut that he almost thinks you are Apollo instead of Icarus. Icarus is meant to chase after the god with wing of wax and feather, but the story must be incomplete like his plans because—

—You are Apollo instead, he figures. If he's speaking about power, you are possibly both. You are the one on the Earth that cannot follow him to the skies beyond—Icarus—and yet you are the one being chased and the one so hard to reach—Apollo.

And god, does he want to reach you.

Bedrock crumbles when penetrated by roots deep enough, but soil clings. Like a vice if compact enough, roots unable to escape—truly, who is the one benefitting? The root that digs deep onto unsurmising surface, or the soil that grabs onto roots to stay intact?

Mutual, at least. They both use each other. Both beneficial.

It's what he craves with you. Hero calling only to be your enemy the moment your eyes meet. His could turn red and melt even the most pressurized of diamonds over—but why did it not cut through layers of you?

So much left of you he does not know. He doesn't like it one bit. Even with all this planning, there's not much to write home about in his knowledge of you. It's embarrassingly—

—Useless; a mind reader that can't still know their goddamn target after countless encounters? He's such a novice. When he shouldn't be.

Icarus seems to have the upper hand. There isn't even an attempt to use the wings, he never uses it for the one time Ray absolutely needs him to. Figures it must be because Apollo could craft wings himself to Icarus—who's chasing who at his point?

Your eyes pierce at him again, but with no fault of your own. No recognition whatsoever, but he doesn't blame you. Years of searching you of course made him remember your eyes, but you haven't searched him once.

And the eyes you gaze upon in television have a ridiculous mask plastered before it. He can't blame you for not making the connection—he doesn't want you to, anyway. But it still stings. But at the same time, this is perfect for him.

A new start for his Icarus—

—Apollo coming down to meet him.

In the guise of mortality, not in the god-like glory, he makes the choice for you. Perhaps if the sun wasn't as scorching, would you, dearest Icarus, attempt to come near now?

—Of course he's not the sun. Sun-like, at best. A void that pulls forces. Devours. He keeps his sun-like stature to fool you. Pulls an Apollo to bring Icarus home. Binary pairs, forever revolving around each other.

So, no. He will not burn you. Instead, he will come to you, attraction pulling hard on his heartstrings.

Maybe it is you who deserves a hero title. You're saving this world by simply existing. You would save much more if you knew your power well, but he likes to keep his cards close.

So when his first move of check in poker comes in the form of a visit to the café you work at, you think the game is fair.

(And it is. All is fair in love and war.)

You think it's destiny—him catching you whenever you fall.

Catching. As if what made you stumble wasn't him in the first place.

Your skin colliding with his—nevermind his sweater's a layer he wishes wasn't in between the two of you—his limb feels like burning from the slightest touch.

Actor setting up his stage, you were lead actress in the dark of what is most likely his idea of love. Ray your love interest but only because that is the limit he allows. Cotton over your eyes lest you see the true number of choices you have.

And you have a lot. He can lessen those numbers, but even so, there is only so much pain in your expression that he can handle and put up with. As ruthless as he is, obviously he wants what makes you happy.

Because if you're happy, you'd want to stay. He doesn't have to plan—52 plans incase you ruin the first 26(you love making him overthink, don't you?)—if you're willing. If you want him.

Pliant, in your soft mattress. His is softer, branded luxury amongst other practical items he's bothered to buy with his money, but of course to hunt is to never rush.

He hates it when you're up and about. You go to places he can't really follow—mundane, you say, but if he argues it's not, then your suspicions raise. He can't have that. All that settles are crumbs instead—

—His name and number, appearing as if you'd scored them, slipped into your pockets. Stealthy, as if he hadn't thought multiple times of how and what if there weren't even any pockets on you. How embarrassing would that have been on his end?

Ray is different. Or so he thinks. He wants to know now what you think, thinking all his efforts should at least leave you guessing. (Sweet summer child. No experience in the ways of love, only ever transactional relationships and it shows.) He's like a cat. Dropping the most vague of hints and hoping it spells out "we're soulmates—trust.".

So when the silence stretches longer than he would have liked(merely a week; for a stranger, he sure does not know how long buildup takes), he finds you.

Under his attempt of playing Apollo, you also play Icarus perfectly. Such versatility—or perhaps duality—you have, perched by the large advertisment of him plastered over the city. In gold and glitter, Ray is adorned in all that glimmers for the one interview he remembers.

The one interview that matters. A show that he so wishes you would bear witness to, and it is the perfect moment right now that he also witnesses you watch it himself. All his luck(should he believe in such a concept) has pooled its chances for today.

Ray made sure you would encounter this interview one way or another. If not from the billboard—though he argues that that alone is a hard feat to ignore—then from magazines. Surely your eyes will drift towards him—an image, at least, coincidentally. Be it in stores you pass by or it being read by a civillian before you.

He is well loved, after all.

(Well, Binary Star is.)

In that interview he calls out to you. In words he knows will stir a reaction from you, no matter how the meaning is twisted it still means something that involves you.

He will have you. The world already knows, and so should you.

--

"I work law enforcement, remember?" are the first reasons he throws at you when he arrives at the café first thing after work.

Work. His job doesn't have set hours like you do(as much as he likes to have some. Would really do him good to just... not be the one the world needs for maybe fourteen hours like everyone else) so it was either he heals up and shows nothing as incentive to you, or—

—His job might as well mean a good thing for him, your lovely face scrunched to focus on bandaging him with what supplies your workplace has. He loves the sight of you so close, your worry doing wonders for his wounds(that he could so easily patch up himself or even heal. Bastard even knows it's not going to get infected or get him to bleed out.)

Sparkling little starlight of his, burning bright even without meaning to. He's meant it when he said he doesn't feel the pain no matter how many times you check.

The antiseptic stings. The blood loss lightens his grip on reality. The presses on marred flesh would make a grown man burst into tears. But he's meant to make up for the days he hasn't visited—damned world needed saving, he's been pulled away from you.

Apollo, needed by devout men and women falling to their doom. Ray's mind roars back that their impending downfall is their own making—humanity always fucks around and finds out(it's the point of history, and yet it spirals and people still call them coincidences. Not like Ray expects them to learn.)

All this trouble, yet the one whose touch he needs is yet too far away. Icarus, still not making use of his wings.

Does he knows his bone and flesh will melt upon leaving his habitat to join Apollo? Ray hopes on Icarus' naivety, then.

If not to be the hero he once wanted to be(symbol of justice—but what is just, anyway? when it turns out to be a hero is but a mere puppet on strings that all circle back to the goddamn government?), then if only he could just be your hero. Can't you let him do that for you(himself, really)?

"Being good at your job doesn't mean you're invincible," You retort in concern. "And even if you were invincible, you'd think you'd at least take care if just for the sake of those that worry over you."

Ray finds you adorable—cute barista cleaning him up instead of cleaning up shop, her main job—but it's within said job that he's reminded you're not alone.

"See, some people would drag that to the hospital than to a café." Your coworker Haley makes their presence known.

"Sorry, Hal. I'll replace the supplies myself." You don't realize that's not the issue, but Ray doesn't want to tell you what is. Seems neither does Haley.

"'s fine. Those were about to expire, anyway." They shrug, words meant to have Ray wince were he an ordinary man.

Luckily for him, he doesn't need to do his version of cleanup on the café. (Lucky for Haley, too. Ray would hate for this charade—scene to end, curtains fall to a close, credits roll—to move if he does clean up starting with Haley. Where would you work, then?)

--

Caffeine could almost replace the blood in his veins with how often Ray drinks coffee. Black, too? No man can handle that frequency without palpitating towards an early grave.

You say so too when you pour him a cup in your tiny apartment, making up for when he carried your groceries home. When he'd worried to hell and back when all he'd seen in those bags were instant foods—let him take care of you. He wants so badly to offer.

"I don't know how you can live with absolutely zero sugar or cream," You murmur against the rim of your own cup. Foam of marshmallow clinging to your lips, only making you even more adorable in Ray's eyes, something he didn't know was even possible.

"Some of us don't actually want diabetes. Shocking, I know." He rolls his eyes. A poor attempt in his eyes to appear uninterested. Surely you and anyone under the sun knows his attraction to you. You're his weakness, as painstaking as it is to admit.

He hopes you are never one day the thing that crutches him. The one thing that he will lose for, and the world will know—

—Binary Star isn't actually the most powerful—you are.

(Apollo to his Icarus.)

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌‘𝐒 𝐌𝐔����𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

summary: what kind of music the piercers/tattoo artists of my modern au would listen to

characters: piercer!/tattoo artist! xiao :: scara :: kazuha :: venti :: aether :: heizou

my modern au || genshin masterlist || the playlist

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

melancholic and wistful/dreamy

black over-ears

When he felt like nobody around him understood him, Xiao fell into the comforting embrace of music, listening to artists who sang about the sentiments he kept to himself. It has always helped him express himself with pencil and pen though, letting the graphite tip dance over the paper more smoothly and less hesitantly. To this day, Xiao uses music to block out the world when it all gets too much and familiar tunes help him calm down.

死ぬのがいいわ- fuji kaze, exile- taylor swift/ bon iver, young and beautiful- lana del rey, gales of song- belle, the moon will sing- the crane wives

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀

indie rock

grey over-ears

Scara has been heavily influenced by Venti whose music could always be heard throughout their shared flat. While it vexed him at first, soon he found himself nodding along to the melodies, something his roommate noticed and then offered to share a Spotify account until Scara decided to make his own. And, although he’d rather die than admit it, despite how much he loathes his upbringing, he can’t deny that some classic pieces sneaked in between his usual rotation.

shake it out- florence + the machine, allies or enemies- the crane wives, too close- sir chloe , bohemian rhapsody- queen, winter- vivaldi

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

indie, folklore

old school white wired earphones

Kazuha loves to let his spirit rest as he absorbs the feelings artists pour into their music. For him, it’s important that he can connect to the story that’s being told, either through the lyrics or the sentiment the music conveys. He opts for rather calm songs that invite you to relax even if there’s a deeper meaning to the lyrics. Music is a way for him to create his peace of mind when he can’t be out and surrounded by the sound of nature.

feather- sabrina carpenter, cardigan- taylor swift, saw you in a dream- the japanese house, to the mountains- lizzy mcalpine, let’s fall in love for the night- finneas

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

the definition of “listens to every genre” but has a soft spot for deep and tragic lyrics paired with a funky and upbeat sound

both over-ears and earbuds; also has a collection of old wired earphones tangled together (half of them are broken too)

Venti’s Spotify account is working overtime, that app is never closed. As a former band member, he knows how to play a variety of instruments and has tried a lot of styles himself, so he’s very open minded when it comes to new genres. He also absolutely kills it at karaoke nights, even if he’s already a few drinks in. Something might actually be wrong when he’s not nodding or singing along to the music playing in his head or tapping out the beat on whatever surface is closest. In general, handing Venti the aux is a fantastic idea because he can somehow always accurately gauge what music is the right mood for the given situation. He also judges films based on the soundtrack.

夜に駆ける- yoasobi, people watching- conan gray, kingdom dance- alan menken, u- belle/millennium parade, icarus- bastille

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

(80s) rock and metal or pop

rose-gold or white earbuds

For Aether, listening to music is the time he can let his (gorgeous) hair down. While he’s normally busy making sure everyone else is okay and is doing fine, he seldom takes the time to take care of himself. So when he can lean back and turn up the volume, it’s a very welcome breath of fresh air. The deep base and powerful voices help catalyse any feelings that might have built up over time, and, just maybe, the songs and lyrics are familiar from the time he was lost and confused about what his place in the world was. Yet, he can also appreciate the catchy tunes of popular pop songs that get stuck in his head.

killer queen- queen, master of puppets- metallica, one step closer- linkin park, valentine- måneskin, paradise- sophie and the giants/ purple disco machine

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

your local girl group stan

branded earbuds (ahem ahem airpods)

Heizou is a very energetic person and it shows in his music taste. Not only are his playlists full of upbeat kpop girl group bangers, he also knows just about all of the corresponding dances. More often than not, you can hear him humming and whistling along even when he doesn’t have his earbuds in. It’s also a great gateway to interacting with customers; you better believe Heizou is already halfway into a conversation when he catches a glimpse of a photocard.

fancy- twice, eta- newjeans, unforgiven- le sserrafim, queencard- (g)-idle, zimzalabim- red velvet

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coworkers polycule headcanons. brought to you by yours truly as well as all 3 of their respective cast members 100000 percent feeding into this (/lh)

- Ven absolutely makes sure everyone has at least eaten something within the day. Ari he typically doesn't have to hound on too much, but Icarus he *absolutely* does. (Ari usually helps.)

- Ari is constantly dragging a very asleep Ven away from his desk and or the main table to his bed because he fell asleep or is on the verge of it. More often than not she ends up sitting on the floor beside his bed and either reading, or she herself is asleep

- Ari and Icarus' part of the relationship is a bit more stained - mostly due to Ari's previous antagony of them. They're working through it, the best they can, but Icarus is. Having a bit of a hard time doing so considering everything.

- Despite that, the first-person Icarus breaks down in front of since the cathedral is Ari. They're constantly jumping around stuff, and at some point they just . snap. make a snarky comment they shouldn't, throw something, *something*, and it all comes crashing down - it all blows up. (But at least someone is there to pick up the pieces.)

- Cuddle piles in Icarus' nest are very common - both due to the fact Icarus' has the most comfortable bed (They're all very unsure how that one happened; but Ic is absolutely positive it's a quixis thing) and also just because. nest. (Icarus likes it to feel like the people they love.)

- While the three of them being in the nest is fairly uncommon - usually it's just Ven and Ari - due to the fact Icarus' isn't around nearly as often, when it does happen its always very fun. Ven and Ari just get smothered in fluffy wing blanket.

- Ari and Ven spend a lot of time chilling in the library and reading together - it's always fun and has more than once turned into "throwing books back and forth" kinda thing

- One of them (Ven) figured out Icarus can kinda sorta purr? it's a really low drawn-out bird trill that only happens when Icarus is *very* comfortable, but each of the other two coworkers have and will use this to their advantage

- Case and point; sometimes Ari has a really hard time relaxing after a conversation with Fable, so sometimes she will just straight up call Icarus over and drag them to their nest because bird purr trill thing is very calming.

- Icarus has started to learn how to braid by braiding Ari's hair. Both because they want to make up from lost time, and also because sometimes their hands are too shaky to make potions but they're not too shaky to braid hair - so they still have some kind of distraction for their hands.

- Ari likes to make them both little flower crowns and or bouquets!

- Ven leaves them both little notes whenever he fines the sleeping in the office - small reminders to drink water or eat something, or just a little note teling them he cares

- On more than one occasion they've all found each other passed out on the floor - while it's not very common with Ven and Ari, it's rather common yo find Ic curled up on the floor *in front of* their nest/bed but not *in it*

- Ari and Icarus help take care of each other's wings. While Ari's don't technically need maintenance due to their nature, Ic still likes to look them over just a precaution. Ari in turn looks over their wings - Ari hasn't been prompted to being allowed to preen them quite yet (Icarus is very protective of who gets to do that, which is fair) but she is allowed to touch them and pick out large pieces of dirt or silt or stuff, which counts as a win in her book.

- Icarus gave them each one of his feathers. They both carry them around - though they don't openly wear them on their person. (Both because that means Fable will know, and because then *everyone else* will know, and as of right now, it's just a thing they want kept between them.)

- Speaking of Fable, they've all learned pretty well just how to comfort each other after Fable leaves after a meeting. (Icarus can *say* they're fine all they want, but the way they shrink in on themself and look ready to cry and are very shaky say. very much otherwise.)

- Ari and Ven find Icarus perched and asleep in *very weird* places in the office much more than they probably should

- Ari and Icarus run a lot colder than Ven, so more often that not Ven pulling either or both of them into a hug just leads to them melting

- They're all respectively pretty touch starved, so they've learned small little touches add up and equal and lot over time

- On that note - Icarus really likes head scratches over. Anything else. Ven is more of a hug person, and Ari doesn't really have a preference but she is rather partial to either of them falling asleep on her shoulders.

- They have a lot of conversations about being worried about hurting each other - they always lead somewhere productive but some of them start of in a rather panicky place on someone's part

- They have a lot of hidden blankets around the office due to their habits of falling asleep in random spots.

- While no one will admit they have a specific blanket they put over people, they absolutely do. Ari will usually puts this mostly white with a snowflake kinda pattern over them. (There's absolutely a couple eye blood stains on there, but no one *really* cares that much.) The one Ven most often uses is a green kind of plaid. And the one Icarus most often puts over them is a lighter baby blue one with little orchids embroidered on it.

- If one of them is really tired while someone else is awake, and especially if they're yawning a lot, their ass is *immediately* getting dragged to bed.

- All of them like to put little braids in each other's hair. Sometimes they'll just start doing it while they're laying down and fall alseep halfway through, and other times they'll only stop because their hands start cramping.

- Icarus will often be the first to get to the office, and the first to leave. Sometimes they'll fall alseep with them in the nest, and awake without them. Sometimes they'll awake with them still there.

- Ari and Ven play tic tac toe way more often than they should considering, but. they do it anyway. (Icarus does. not understand the concept of tik tac toe.)

- On top of the Icarus can kinda sorta purr thing, they've also found out Ari can make very similar sounds to the Allay's clicks and chimes. Ven and Icarus absolutely use this to their advantage.

- Case and point - Icarus cannot fall asleep literal in silence (the thoughts in their brain and their own purrs *don't count*), so most of the time they end up curled and asleep against Ari while she is a) telling a story, b) talking to herself, or c) doing little allay chimes cause she's happy and comfortable

....okay thats probably enough it's been like half an hour of typing this and my hands hurt :((

hope yall like the silly guys; they deserve to be soft. (ignore the angst I slipped in there. it doesn’t exist. totally.)

[defectivefanboy]

Hello, hello my dear!

I really would like to request something, since you asked for it and hell yes the last episode was a banger. I love your Crimson HCs and I think you captured him really well. But I would like to read some nice HCs about the loveliest Prince of Hell, Stolas himself maybe got a little love interest in a Singer Succubus he met at Ozzies? Maybe she got something alluring to caught his eyes. (I don't mind if there are some nsfw parts)

Best regards

Ciel ♡

yall got me fucked up for saying this again, but still making me want to write the story (especially this request, it's like holding a carrot in front of the horse rn) but I will say my piece. I hope it was just a slip of the mind BUT I DO NOT WRITE FEMALE READER fuck I care if you read my writing, but the more it happens the more I'm pushed to write a cock onto the reader. I did ask for request so im not gonna complain anymore.

I would like to read some nice HCs about the loveliest Prince of Hell, Stolas himself maybe got a little love interest in a Singer Succubus he met at Ozzies? Maybe [REDACTED] got something alluring to caught his eyes. (I don't mind if there are some nsfw parts)

Overall Notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and I don't mind female readers on my blog, I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer fuck off????????????????? ew.

C/W: SFW - NSFW(suggested/mentioned), Lots of song quotes, Suggestive behavior, mentions of alcohol/smoking, platonic flirting from Ozzie/Fizz, reader serves cunt /positive, low-key himbo reader, special guests Ozzie's other faces, I love them,

Notes: All music used and referenced too will be noted at the bottom. I realize I take so long on writing its like bad. I can either do it for hours on end or I have to split it up. Never in-between. Also tell me why I found myself at 1 in the morning listening to bird sounds to try and be accurate.

Sip the Gossip...

Giggles

Hoot hoot boy

my dear beloved

My dear Icarus

Anyways...

Ahem...

He never saw himself coming back to the lust ring after the first time.

Truth be told he hoped it was the last time as well.

But alas he found himself wondering around the ring once more

Stolas wasn't looking for anything when he came to the Lust Ring

Well,,. he was looking for something, more so someone

And that was a meeting with Prince Asmodeus himself

Truth be told, it's not too hard to find the bright and extravagant circus tent like building.

Flashing lights drawing a demon in like a moth to a flame.

Matched with the loud music that reverberated across the ring

Yet, it was a hassle to find the damned three faced demon prince, an even bigger challenge to get a moment with him alone.

And the moment he finally got to talk to him. Just as he was about to ask him to take this somewhere private. Just as he was about to get the words out. Just as he was about to ask for a crysta-

A voice rang out behind him, taking Asmodeus's attention away from a now annoyed owl.

Stolas turned around with a huff, his tail feathers ruffling in irritation, as his entire body puffed up in anger and mock intimidation.

Only to be stopped in his tracks once again as soon as he peered down below.

The soft flick of a heart shaped tail and pointed blacks horns with soft cracks of red running through them entered his view.

A mischievous succubus made their way past him and stood in front of Asmodeus.

The cheeky smile on their face caught Stolas by the tongue as they interacted with the prince of lust.

"Quite popular tonight huh, Oz? It's not too often you work the floor." A snicker came from the succubus as they passed by the goetia without a second glance. Stolas watched as they did a little handshake with the other, before Asmodeus softly placed a hand on their back. "My, my, you're here early~ Looking for some private time with your favorite prince~?" Asmodeus said, his two other faces cooing at the succubus.

A soft blush rose to Stolas's face at the lewd comment as he looked between the two. "You need to pay the dancers before you touch them, big guy." They said with emphasis on their words as they gently pushed his hand off them before turning and looking up to Stolas with a mischievous smile.

"Right, Feathers?"

They left right after their jest

And Stolas was left lapping at his tongue

Asmodeus continued on with their conversation as if nothing happened

Like he didn't just forget what he came here for.

But god. did he know what was gonna make him keep coming back.

And it certainly didn't go unnoticed by Ozzie, who swiftly invited him to tonights show.

Gotta be a good host at the end of the night right?

Residing in a balcony seat, Stolas was left on his own while Asmodeus went backstage to settle some issues.

Stolas fiddled with his phone as he watched the countless tables of couples from up above.

Maybe it was stupid to accept the offer to stay. Maybe he should just go home-

"Bartender~ I really did it the time! Need a couple shots for a good time!"

Oh. He remembers why he's here now.

Soft curious hoots came form him as he peered over the railing watching you talk to guest and other dancers.

You wore a simple black outfit as you leaned against the bar.

He had to stop himself from taking a photo of you covering your face when you laughed at a patron's comment.

The playful smile on your face as you took the drinks brought a small one to his face as well.

It soon took a full on blush when you peered up at him, raising your glass in a cheers to him.

Poor thing didn't know what to do with himself as his brain became a literal bird brain.

Shooting back in his seat he raised a hand raised to cover his face as he broke out into a soft fit of giggles and coo's

you gave a soft smile before walking back behind stage, waving bye to others as you passed by.

Maybe he really did have a thing for red~

Sitting up in his seat he fixed his clothing and feathers as the lights dimmed

"Hello perverts, pervettes, and the freaks who like everything in between~ I hope you are all ready for the show tonight! We have something very special for everyone, me included~"

Stolas remembered him from the last time he was here

The clown's vibrant color scheme and loud persona was hard to forget

As he pranced around the stage announcing tonights agenda, a figure emerged from the curtain behind him

Gaining a bit of courage back he straightened his back and cleared his throat

"Asmodeus, I wanted to ask about that succubus from before if that was alright?"

"I hope it's not to make a formal complaint now. I was just starting to like ya' feathers." A playful voice rang out form behind him

His eyes widened as he softly gulped and turned around in his chair

Stolas was met with a familiar smile that held the same playful tone as their comment.

Instead of the black outfit you had on earlier it looked as if you were there to hang out with him

A pair of comfy pants and oversized hoodie to match, he had to restrain himself from squeezing your face in his hands

With a soft ruffle of his feathers he softly leaned into you with an awkward smile

Making himself smaller, he peered down at the figure before him as he stuttered over his words

"Satans No! No nothing like that. I- uh, I, wanted to ask if you were a worker here?"

"Ooh! You wanted to buy a dance? Well~ you'll have to wait until after the show, but I'll find you after, yeah?"

With the flash of a smile they left as quick as they came and Stolas is left with one thought...

"Oh, I have got to fuck them"

Not too long after they left, the curtains behind him pushed over once again. This time revealing Asmodeus, who had a cheeky grin on his face as he pulled his seat out.

"I hope I didnt keep you waiting too long, now. I had to deal with a few things out back stage." He said as he made himself comfortable next to Stolas. Quick to shake his head Stolas sat up in his chair, dusting himself off a bit as the lights faded to black around them. Spotlights circled around the stage as music slowly built up around them.

The lights slowed and focused on the middle of the curtains that hung at the back of the stage. The curtains flung open and revealed the succubus in a black and red outfit that didn't leave much for Imagination, not that Stolas was complaining. A chorus of la's came from their lips as the lights dimmed around them to a single spotlight.

"Oh baby, baby, have you seen Amy tonight? Is she in the bathroom, is she smoking up outside?" The slowly made their way down the stage, looking at the crowd as they sang the song and made small gestures with their hands.

They made their way to the end the stage, leaning down closer to the guest in the front row. "Oh, baby, baby, does she take a piece of lime for the drink that I'mma buy her? Do you know just what he likes?" Before they said their last line they gave a sly look up to the balcony with a quick wink for walking back down.

"Oh, tell me, have you seen her? 'Cause I'm so, oh I can't get her off of my brain." Each note was staccato at the end, they're danced following along with the words. "I just wanna go to the party she gon' go. Can somebody take me home? Ha, ha, he, he, ha, ha, ho" With a mischievous glint in their eyes they looked at Stolas once more with their words. Whether it be just in jest or in all seriousness, his feathers ruffled at the shiver that made its way down to each of his nerve endings, if demons have them.

"Love me, hate me, say what you want about me But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy" More lights faded in as dancers in cages lowered from the ceiling. More dancers filed through the sea of tables and patrons as the succubus sang the along with the chorus. Each one performing their own dance with another as guest threw money their way.

The extra dancers disappeared once the second verse began, a few male succubus remaining on stage. The ones that remained interacted and touched the succubus as they danced along the stage, pushing them out of their way. Which was a little very enjoyed by Stolas as small hoots of laughter escaped him. "They seem to be livelier tonight, I wonder why~" Asmodeus commented slyly to the another prince while not looking his way. Though his other faces gave him dead away as they stared Stolas dead on, giggling.

With a choked hoot Stolas looked at Asmodeus as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh! Is that so? Well they are quite the... performer?" Stolas said questioning himself at the end, all while Asmodeus laughed at his confusion. "They are, aren't they? Seems they've taken a liking to you. Someones lucky tonight or better yet, getting lucky~" Asmodeus cooed softly leaning towards stolas playfully nudging him with his elbow. Only to laugh when he turned his head and was greeted with stammering and very flustered owl.

Safe to say Ozzie just found the story of the night for Fizzy when he finds him. Such gossip queens.

The song only continued on for a few more moments before the lights fully turned off and the crowd applauded as the dancers exited the stage.

Giving just enough time for Stolas to regain his composure

Or well at least a bit of it

Because the remaining minutes Asmodeus was there

He made it a mission to tease the prince before he had to return to his duties behind stage.

But thank satans Ozzie was called back stage quickly

Stolas didn't think he could take anymore of it

His feathers puffed up and face beat red he was pulled out o this thoughts by a knock

"Hope I didn't make you wait long. Wanted to wash up a bit before I came~."

Stolas let out a high pitched chirp his face flushed once again as he lapped his tongue for words

With a soft laugh you waved him off with your hand as you tried to form words through your giggles.

"I'm kidding! Ozzie said it's fun teasing you, but I think he's probably done enough already."

Before he could say anything you gestured for him to follow you

With a prominent blush on his face Stolas straightened his clothes and quickly got into step with you.

Walking down the hall Stolas thought of what to say as he followed behind you

'Would casual conversation be good? Or maybe a talk over a drink?'

Poor boy was a bit nervous

And it didn't help with each moment you got stopped by a worker or a fan.

Though most were quick small talk, some fans had gained enough courage to ask for a date.

Better yet, they would hop to the point and ask of your number.

Each time they got the same response, each given the same number.

"XXX - 867 - 5309"

With a smile and a wink, you waved them off each time.

'Maybe this was a bad idea' He thought to himself as he watched each demon walk away feeling giddier then the last

With only a few more twist and turns he found himself back stage passing by the other performers dressing rooms.

He took one glance away from you and the moment he turned back you were gone

Stolas only found you when you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a dressing room.

The room seemed still as the bass of the music became dulled behind the walls.

Clothing racks and dressers were scattered around the room as a vanity sat on one end of the room while a couch, a few chairs, and a table sat on the other end.

Knickknacks where randomly placed along the room, making it feel a bit less like the work place and a bit more cozy.

"Sooo, uhm- Was that really your number?" Even Stolas winced at himself for asking.

But it was quickly wiped away with a light laugh from you

you quickly made your way to radio and shuffled through the songs and pressed play

When the music started playing you made your way over to Stolas and quickly grabbed his hands. Pulling him into the middle of the room you danced with him to the music as you started singing along.

"Jenny Jenny who can I turn to? You give me something I can hold on to. I know you'll think I'm like the others before. Who saw your name and number on the wall" Letting go of his hand you twirled around before pointing at him and pretending to sing into a microphone.

"Jenny I've got your number. I need to make you mine. Jenny don't change your number. 867 - 5 3 0 9" As you continued to sing and dance around the room it finally clicked for him. It's a song. You've been quoting a song. A smile broke out on his face when he finally realized.

"You've been giving them a fake number! Won't they notice? They might even know the song-" His rambling was cut off by a hand waving in his face. With a gentle pull of his hand you lead him to the couch in the room. "Are you a cop? Or do you always ask these many questions, feathers?"

"What! Heaven's no I would never-" He was cut off once again, but this time, by a hand cupping his face and leaning closer to him. Enough to ghost your mouth against his as you spoke.

"Good, because I might not be able to justify my next actions~"

Then he never came back after that (im fucking wit yall)

While he doesn't make it to every show and performance.

He CAN be found in your dressing room right after each one.

Well you can honestly find him there most nights your on or in the building.

It' what a good boyfriend does <3

Yes, he was the one to ask what you two 'were' relationship wise

Bby didn't want another game of cat and mouse :(

But that was quickly cleared up with your answer

"Wait, are we not? dating? right now? Would you? like too? date?"

Be glad you're cute. He was ready to make a new ring in hell.

He was very possessive at the start of the relationship.

"Fizzie baby, when did we start ordering stone statues?"

They make wonderful coat and drying racks for the dancers though, so Ozzie doesn't have much to say about it.

"Just don't do it to any high bidders okay~"

stolas did apologize though, hes too much of a good boy not too

But there's always one thing he's glad about.

Stolas's day is filled with tedious and idiotic duties and task he has to complete.

But as soon as night begins to set in Hell, a new energy fills him as he runs around his room getting ready.

The one thing he is glad about is that he can always find you in the same place every night.

Be it the fact you're a dancer within the prestigious club, it was basically your job in a sense, you were always able to catch his eye off first glance.

Never more then a few glances away, soon only a few steps as he was the one now to pull you back stage.

What? Asmodeus said he was allowed too, as long as he put money in his pockets.

Make his pockets hurt, and make them hurt good - Ozzie, 2023

Your biggest supporter ever. It started off with simple five, tens, and twenties. Then it escalated to fifties and one hundreds. Soon he was throwing hand fulls of diamonds on the stage.

Which he was promptly yelled at for by Ozzie.

But after each set he's right back stage giving you hugs and kisses.

Not that your complaining much

Having your demon prince waiting for you, watching over you, and only you was an amazing gift after each performance.

He also helps ward off creeps from interacting with you often.

Were you a bit surprised when you saw his true form? Yes. Did you also fuck him in it after? Also yes, a few times. Never knew how much tension that form has. No worries his pretty little succubus is there to help him through it all~

But to be honest, I think he's always more soft than horny.

He's always bundled up in your dressing room, all cozied up on the couch as he has a movie or show paused.

Such a cuddle bug he is <3

And for the fact he comes here so often. bro might as well just work there

That the balcony seat he first sat in with Asmodeus was now a personal booth for him whenever he came

Nothing but the best for his beloved~

Only the best for his canary <3

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Songs used in the story ���

Bartender song (Sittin' at a Bar) - You favorite martian covee | If U seek Amy - Brittany Spears | 867 - 5309 (Jenny's number) - Tommy Tutone

[floodonthefloor]

'there you go again' chapter 7

She watches Rhaenyra sleep and thinks about the lives they’ve lived apart from each other; how, when they lived their lives together, Alicent used to think that it was all worth the effort— the hours spent in school, the hours spent crying about their failures, their parents— so long as her and Rhaenyra would get to run beside each other sometimes. Rhaenyra’s chest falls up and down and Alicent thinks of Icarus, the sun, his wings built by his father. How his father only wanted for them to escape the confines he’d created with his own hands. How his father had warned Icarus not to fly too close to the sea or to the sun. Take the course I show you, Daedalus said. But Icarus was young, and all he could see was the whimsy of the feathers, the giddiness of flight, and Daedalus saw it— he saw that naivety—but he had no choice but to hope Icarus would heed his warning, for they had to escape. It wasn’t until he found the body of his son— floating amidst feathers in the ocean— that Daedalus would realize his desperation to escape had been greater than his fear of them falling. Alicent kneels beside Rhaenyra’s sleeping figure, gingerly touches a hand to her face. Rhaenyra stirs only slightly. “Sleep well, darling,” she whispers, and after a pause, Alicent presses a kiss to Rhaenyra’s forehead. When she gets home, she can barely sleep. Alicent can only think about what it must have felt like— Icarus, feeling his feathers fall one by one, the wax melting at his fingertips. Daedalus, helplessly watching as his son ignores him, flying with the gift that he’d given him, and falling into the ocean. (Or maybe Alicent is Icarus, and Rhaenyra is the sun, and Rhaenyra's just been trying to keep Alicent from getting too close, from falling this whole time.)

[hemlockwilde]

I first wrote this song back in 2019, and it's gone under a lot of transformation since then. It's also been a long time since I last uploaded an original song, and I've missed it as much as getting back into it has terrified me.

My songwriting capabilities have changed a lot but I still take inspiration in my story-telling from other stories that have come before mine. Here my cultural touchpoints have been Ziggy Stardust, Rocketman, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency – both the 2016 show and the original books by Douglas Adams, from which comes the wonderful word 'psychosassic' – and of course, the Greek myth of Icarus. In my version Icarus made his own wings, his act of hubris was motivated by an all-encompassing desire for freedom, and he survived.

Icarus is one of a number of songs I've been putting together for my first EP.

LYRICS below cut:

I was the kid who chased the rainbow, always looking for the end I was the lonely child who loved the wild things but had no friends I grew up in a labyrinth and found my way with string What a clever boy to build himself a pair of broken wings Hubris laid its claim on me ‘fore I was even grown And into my embroidery these shapes and patterns sewn I made a bid for freedom and I bid my home goodbye Although my father warned me I would fall into the sky Oh, Icarus Icarus, what have you done now? What a mess What a mess you are become now Flying far too high, you’re gonna fall into the sun Oh, Icarus These flights of fancy have their foolish ends I’ve dabbled deep in palmistry and psychosassic paths But it seems I only ever draw the Fool in Tarot cards Always teetering on cliff edges and dangling from strings A silly boy to trust a pair of broken, melting wings CHORUS My father says that he knows best, that I should let it be These wicked thoughts of all I’ve sought are not for boys like me My impulses are wild, they need to be reined in And naive boys get just deserts unless you clip their wings Oh, Icarus Icarus, you’re falling still now From above Our prophecy has been fulfilled now Soaring far too low, you’re gonna sink into the sea Falling into patterns like we told you so and so shall be And tell us, was it worth it? Just to see the sea and sky? Oh Icarus This unearned confidence will your – “Icarus” So they’ve told me, so I’ve been But look at this Icarus has learned to swim Flying through the foam, and I will finally be free Feathers all around me leaving patterns on the sea And Icarus is smiling as he sings into the wind Oh, Icarus Oh, Icarus Oh, Icarus These flights of fancy always were my friends

[shunin-gumis]

As Master Joe Wishes - Track 09

Seasonal Team Event - L4mps

Thank you Myun for handling this chapter!

Location: Inside the Company Car

Daniel: Alright, why don't you tell us what happened back there? 

Samejima: Hahhh, the world is going straight to ruin…  Everything’s all in shambles because I messed up… 

Netaro: Sammy, cheer up! Until my planet brings about the apocalypse, you gotta live on!

Samejima: Haah, I got no choice, huh…. That’s the life of an adult. No resting till you’ve paid off your loans.

Daniel: You’ll know when to call it quits.

Daniel: You just gotta keep on struggling ‘till the time comes. 

Samejima: — Alright. That’s all sorted, then.

Samejima: The main player of Anonymous came onto the scene late, and then they disguised themself as me and hijacked the chain of command at the scene, taking Joe away.

Samejima: My impostor must’ve forced the detectives out of the car around the Shuto Expressway area. 

Samejima: That guy — We’ll call him X— his motives are quite complex. He ordered members ABC to act as his decoys while he escaped from the manor. 

Samejima: They must have escaped from the police car into a vehicle they prepared ahead of time.

Netaro: You’re saying that during that sequence of events, our dear Sammy was all tied up and gagged?

Samejima: Stopp!!! Don’t remind me! You’re gonna make me cry!! 

Daniel: If they’re planning to flee the country, they’ll have to go through Tokyo Metropolis International Airport first.

Daniel: They probably didn’t take into account that their disguise would be found out so quickly, nor that they’d get caught up in some car chase.

Samejima: I wonder…Putting aside the members ABC who were left behind, X seems quite capable of making a solo getaway. Even if they had to do it by force, they could probably blend in with the crowd at the airport and slip away.

Daniel: Welp, looks like it’s gonna be a race to see who can get to the airport first.

Daniel: Though, won’t we get a ticket for speeding?

Samejima: It’s okay. The road’s been closed off since morning for this escort under the guise of construction work.

Daniel: So that’s how it is. Ya hear that, bikers? 

Nagi: The Shuto Expressway. We won’t get our license suspended by riding tandem, right?

Ryui: Dumbass, you’re gonna make us fall over!!

Nagi: Ryui, you need to hold on tighter or we’ll be off-balance.

Ryui: Fuck off!!

Daniel: Doesn’t look like there’s a speed limit. Feel free to go full throttle in order to get the little lady back.

Nagi: Okay.

Location:  Highway

Nagi: Ryui. If we go at this speed, I’ll be able to stabilize the bike better. That okay?

Ryui: Don’t ask me about every little thing. 

Samejima: —Please listen, you two.

Samejima: It’s going to be a dangerous road from here on out. As embarrassing as it is to admit, our unit won't be able to get there in time.

Samejima: If you’re even a little bit unsure, please do not hesitate to pull back. That might even work better for us—

Ryui: We’re going. We’re absolutely doing it.

Ryui: I’m not doing it for Joe. Everything I do is for Toi above all else.

Nagi: …Yeah. 

Nagi: Me too, I want to save our master.

Nagi: Let’s go, Ryui.

Samejima: —I understand. Thank you for your assistance.

Samejima: In that case, Yowa-kun, if you would.

Netaro: Leave it to me~! Daa, get me closer to the bike.

Daniel: ’Kay.

Nagi: ? Netaro, it’s dangerous to lean out of the window.

Ryui: What’s with that fancy-ass feathery device?

Ryui: You tryin’ to stick that on the bike?

Netaro: I invented it in a jiffy just now, I call it my “Breaking through the Stratosphere Over-the-Rainbow Booster Engine”!

Netaro: The feathers on the sides were made in the image of Icarus’s wings♪

Ryui: Won’t they fuckin’ melt!!!!! 

Netaro: Aaaand, the installation is finished. Gii, give twisting the grips and upping the throttle a go.

Nagi: Okay, I’ll—

Nagi: !!!??

Location: Inside the Company Car

Nagi & Ryui: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Daniel: Ooh, those two were gone in the blink of an eye…

Netaro: WAHAHA! Their screams are quite pleasing to my eardrums♪

Samejima: … Ah, dawn is breaking.

Location: Inside Car

Anonymous Member A: Phew~ Seriously, thanks for saving our asses.

Anonymous Member B: If things kept going downhill like that, I probably would never have seen my family again. 

Anonymous Member C: You sure this teddy bear is really a “national treasure?”

X: …..

Anonymous Member A:  O-Oi, stop talking while driving. 

Anonymous Member A: Don't let your guard down till we get to the airport.

Anonymous Member C: R-Right. Sorry. 

Joe: (This is the man who pretended to be Samejima. He may have donned a mask and sunglasses to hide most of his face, but I can still feel a chilling gaze coming from him…)

X: Here, use this.

Anonymous Member B: Eh, scissors…?

X: Our mission isn’t to take this teddy bear back. It's to find the "precious treasure." So there's no problem if we make it easier for us to carry around.

X: … Do you understand what I’m saying? 

Joe: ……！

Anonymous Member B: W-Well… Then, starting with the nose….

Joe: No!! Halt this instant!!

X: !

Anonymous Member A: W-What the hell, the back window just cracked!!

[mr-orion]

ok I must have more lore on this Icarus I keep seeing since I’m officially in love with him and want to kiss

he and I should kiss

also may I draw him bc that drawing you posted of him gossiping tickles my brain so much-

"I guess if the inspiration strikes... me being your muse must happen."

Oh boy. He's a bit of a firecracker and not very PG. He's in fact, kind of mean. As for the kissing, you and Ray both, though I think Icarus will shake you down for all your cash before you start getting any affection. As for drawing, yeah! I'm always grateful for any drawings and honestly treasure each one I get!

I don't see the harm in saying it as it is. He's a prostitute and escort. Man is raking in the big bucks working under Stags INC. The only reason Ray and him are friends is because Icarus has a lot of intel on the people manning the cartels. While Ray initially got his cooperation by bargaining to sweep his drug use under the carpet, he found Ray is a fun guy and not too sleazy to be around. Plus he's fun to tease, which is Icarus' favorite thing.

He's a Stav'raw, as opposed to Ray who is an Auveri. Unlike Ray he cannot fly. He has dense bones and his wings are only good for a glide. Which, he doesn't preen them. He was never taught so he is absolutely matted with feathers he hasn't thought to pull out. He's actually much more vibrant but because he's so fucking crusty with feathers from his whole existence you can't really tell. Additionally the sclera of his eyes is black. Along with his mouth and lips. He also gave himself a split tongue.

He comes from a very neglectful household with a mother who was a first generation Earthian and a non-existent father. He found his profession as a way out of that bad situation. Though Icarus' dream job is being able to help kids someday. He wants to be a pediatrician for alien children, believing that if one adult had noticed the abuse happening to him he could have been helped.

While Icarus doesn't think he'll make it because of his job history, Ray encourages him. Also reassures him that there are other ways he can help people. While Icarus is bummed he's only just starting to get into the 9 years of schooling at 28, he remains hopeful.

His hobbies consist of video games, nursing classes, clubbing, taking his dogs for walks along the beach, and riding his motorcycles around.

Another fun fact is that this man is absolutely the best of friends with Rays older brother Rowan. Though he has no clue the two are related because they look nothing alike and it's just never comes up. It will be chaos when all three of them figure it out and Rowan tries to beat him for trying to rizz up his beloved sibling. Ray will also get a scolding for bringing sweet, innocent Icarus into his less ethical detective practices. Ha.

Additionally, in freak coincidence Rowans child, is also his niece! He genuinely had no clue until one night in a deep conversation his best friend opened up about how similar Icarus looks to his niece, Onyx's egg donor. Icarus developed an even deeper hatred for his twin sister that night upon Rowan opening up even more about what his sister did to him. (It gets real fucking dark, so I'll spare those details.)

Icarus absolutely hates talking about his blood relations unless its Onyx. Who he treasures deeply and is so proud of. And by proxy Rowan. Of course. Who is his bro, his best friend, his pogchamp.

I can't think of much more, if you want to know something specific please feel free to send more asks!

[screechingsandwichhologram]

hello there

icarus / saturn / zeta / username variation !!! any pronouns.

art blog : @rain-on-wax-feathers

instagram : rain_on_wax_feathers

this is a multifandom blog & also just random stuff

fandoms: american revolution, hamilton the musical, c!dsmp, tma, chess the musical, generation loss, various other stuff.

just because i post about something doesnt mean i support it!!! i really, truly, dislike the founding fathers and i view my involvement in amrev not so much as over-glorifying them as humanizing and de-glorifying them.

not a historian, nor an expert in anyway. just putting that out there.

i have a fuckton of original characters that i will be talking about. at one point im going to make a guide for explaining them. feel free to ask questions (actually please do!!) i tag my ocs as "oc : name"

i tag triggers as cw: trigger or just trigger. let me know if you need me to tag anything

asks are encouraged !! i love getting asks <33

if I inspire you to make something, go ahead! just tag me / send it to me so i can see it & credit me :D

main tags rn are #rain feathers talks (where i just talk about random stuff) and #rain feathers ham (encompasses both hamilton & amrev). i have various other tags but i don't care enough to put them here bc i rarely use them anymore anyway.

okay have fun.

[orions-tears]

Close to the Sun - Aesop Sharp [ Part 4]

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x fem!Reader

Themes: Angst, fluff, reminiscent of that one scene from Tangled

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 5 are linked :)

You spent the past week in between your cubicle at the ministry and the Hogwarts library. There's got to be something you're missing. Dittany, Bubotuber Pus and Phoenix tears. There must be something else... You've buried yourself in every book you can find and suddenly it hits you. The one thing no one's written about. Dragon's blood. That has to be it! Right? Honestly, you're taking a shot in the dark but it's worth it to help Aesop. You gather your things and make your way to the Greenhouse at Hogwarts.

"Mirabel!" you shout, running up to the professor.

She spins around and smiles at you. "Hello, my flower! It's been so long! How are you, my dear?"

You smile back and hug her, pulling away and hoisting yourself to sit on the potting table. "I'm wonderful, how are you?"

She folds her hands. "Fantastic! How is it going with Professor Sharp?"

You grip your satchel and grin. "Wonderfully. He's helping me with my potion and I think I've finally found the final ingredient."

She frowns and tilts her head. "I thought the Phoenix tears were the final ingredient...?"

You sigh and shake your head. "I thought that too but it didn't work. I know now what I'm missing! Dragon's blood."

She hesitates and puts her hands on her hips. "Sounds dangerous. Is he going with you?"

You shake your head again. "I couldn't ask him to do that."

"Do what?" a voice asks from the other side of the classroom.

You twist around to see Aesop walking down the stairs towards you. "Oh, umm...nothing."

You turn back around, looking down at you bag.

"She says the last ingredient is dragon blood," Mirabel says, concerned.

You look up at her with a look of betrayal and Aesop walks over, folding his arms.

"Not happening," he says, flatly.

You laugh and get off the table. "I know this is it! I'm getting that blood, no matter what it takes."

Mirabel whimpers, putting her hands on her head. Aesop sighs, looking at you.

"Do you know the story of Icarus?" he asks.

"I don't think so," you reply, furrowing your brows. 

He leans against a table, taking a breath. "Icarus was the son of a craftsman in Crete. The wife of King Minos had fallen in love with the bull, giving birth to the minotaur. Icarus' father was commissioned to build a labyrinth to hold the minotaur. Theseus, the founder of Athens, eventually came to Crete to kill the minotaur and leave with the princess. Unfortunately, Theseus had killed the minotaur with a weapon created by Icarus' father."

"Hang on," you interject. "What does this have to do with the dragon's blood?"

He shakes his head. "Listen to the whole story."

You sigh and nod.

"When King Minos found out about the father's betrayal, he imprisoned him and his son  in a tower above the palace. Icarus became restless and wanted to explore the lands that lay below. His father was desperate to escape and thought of an idea to leave the tower. He created wings from feathers and wax for him and his son that would fly them away from the palace and from King Minos. He taught Icarus how to use them but warned him not to get to close to the sun as the wax would melt. Soon, they made their escape and flew up above the palace, leaving Crete, but Icarus was consumed by the need to explore. He flew higher and higher towards the sun and the wax on his wings melted. He fell from the sky, his father unable to save him, and fell into the sea and drowned."

You fold your arms and frown at him. "That was a depressing story, Aesop."

He chuckles. "An important one. If you fly too close to the sun, (Y/N), your wings will melt."

You shake your head and grab your bag. "I'll be fine. I can do this. I need to help you." You quickly leave the greenhouse, readying yourself for what's to come.

Aesop looks at Mirabel and sighs. "I'll have to follow her, won't I?"

Mirabel, nods, holding her hands to her chest. "I'm afraid so..."

***

Now the question is where do you find a dragon? You quickly made your way up into the hills of the coast, hoping to find a dragon lair. You've been planning how you'll even be able to kill it as you climb up. You really hope Aesop didn't follow you. If he gets injured because he's helping you, you'll never forgive yourself. Confringo, diffindo, glacius, bombardo, immobulus... a curse if you really need it.

You hear a roar in the distance and look up, seeing wings disappear behind the peak. You swallow hard and keep climbing. Eventually you shuffle through a cave in the mountain, emerging out of the other side. A Hebridean Black rests on a boulder on the other side of the clearing. You take a deep breath, shutting your eyes tightly. You set your bag down and pull your wand out. Standing up, you open your eyes and make your way towards the dragon. It turns to you and roars, taking off into the sky. You groan and watch it leave. Suddenly, you hear footsteps. A lot of them. You spin around and see poachers running into the clearing. This is going to be harder than you thought...

You start to fight off the poachers but the dragon returns. Focusing on both parties isn't as easy as you'd hoped it would be. You dodge the dragon's flames but get hit with diffindo as you recover. It goes on like this for what feels like hours and you're getting tired. You've barely landed any hits on the actual dragon you came here for. You spin back to the dragon, ready to attack as you feel a sudden pain between your shoulder blades as you're sent to the ground. Your vision fades out quickly as a blinding pain surges through your body. You didn't hear the curse...

You can feel tears streaming down your face and that's about all you can feel aside from the lightening moving through your body. Your breathing is labored as you collapse in a ball on the ground. The pain is supposed to go away...Why won't it go away...? Suddenly you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. You panic and try to move away but then you feel the hand on your head. You blink a couple times, your vision slowly coming back. You can just barely see Aesop leaning over you, worry written on his face. You try to move onto your hands and knees but whimper in pain, falling down again. Dark lines run over your arms, the darker places feeling like fire in your veins. 

The dragon... You look up and it's lying, lifeless on the ground. Did he kill it...? He pulls you into a sitting position against his chest and moves a vial in front of you. You can feel he's speaking to you, but you can't hear what he's saying. He helps you to drink the potion and you feel your body get warm. Really warm... You close your eyes, unable to stay awake.

***

"I can't believe it really was dragon's blood..." says a voice in the distance.

"She's lucky...if it hadn't been, she'd have died," says another, sighing.

You open your eyes and sit up. You're in an unfamiliar room. You stand up and look around. The room is dark, aside from a fireplace lit in the right corner. You walk to the door, leaning your ear against it.

"How did you know how to brew it?" asks Mirabel.

"I simply followed her instructions," replies Aesop.

You lean back and look around. This is his room? You suddenly remember the dark veins on your arms and look down. They're gone. You feel fine. Something's wrong. You open the door and run out, causing the two to look over at you in surprise.

"The blood! Did you get any?" you almost shout, heart racing.

He frowns at you and nods. "I got enough."

Mirabel walks over and gently places her hands on your shoulders. "How are you feeling, my dear?"

You look at her, and smile sadly. "I'm alright, Mirabel. Promise..." You look back at Aesop and he looks away. "Aesop, the blood, where is it?"

He sighs and looks back at you. "Your potion works, (Y/N). It cures the uncurable. Be happy."

You shake your head. "I don't understand. You've brewed it? You drank it already?"

He frowns and walks over to the chair in front of the fireplace, sitting down. He still has the limp...

"No...No you said it worked." You walk over, staring down at him. "If it worked, why does your injury still bother you."

He rubs his hand over his eyebrows, sighing. "You would have died without it..."

You shake your head, pacing in front of the fireplace. "No...no...no you were supposed to take it, Aesop. You. Not me. Why?"

He stands and holds your arms, halting you. "(Y/N), I would live the rest of my days incapacitated if it meant you were safe. You are so much more important than me."

You stare at him, tears beginning to run down you face. "No..."

He nods, smiling softly at you. "Yes...Don't feel regret for what I did. It saved you and that isn't something I can regret." He hugs your tightly, stroking your hair. You lean your face into his shoulder, sobbing, You were supposed to heal him. You failed...

He pulls away and looks down at you. "Don't think you've failed me. You may have flown to close to the sun, but I will always catch you."

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[how-the-feathers-have-fallen]

In my house

We had a habit

Of hurting loudly and

Loving quietly

So I deafened myself and left

I took my soul and left my body

I took my soul and left my body

At least, in my mind

I took my soul

And left my body

[cdragons]

Crass Family Moodboards & Headcanons

These are moodboards and headcanons for the Crass Family in my Snowbaird AU story, "Feathers & Threads Soaked in Red." I also plan to make some for the Snow Family and the Covey in District 12. If you are curious after reading these, please visit this page and read the story!

Icarus Magnus Crass - played by Richard Madden

Icarus Magnus Crass is the Head of the House of Crass. He was an only child and had an extremely strict upbringing.

Before his current position as Secretary of Defense, he was the youngest soldier to quickly rise to the rank of General.

Icarus was groomed to be the next president by his father should the elderly President Ravinstill have an "unfortunate" demise

He lived an extremely isolated childhood - his education consisted of private tutors before attending the Academy & University

His only comforts in his childhood were Sephia Rose & his piano

Had a long-term engagement to an obscenely wealthy heiress before he went public of his relationship with Sephia Rose and was sent to the military

When he married Sephia Rose, in his vows he told her: "I was born to love you."

He would often use the secret tunnels to watch Sephia Rose sleep when she first came to the manor - he had never met anyone so different and pretty.

Icarus is someone who had every opportunity to grab power, but he chose happiness. In choosing love, he lived a fulfilling life with a wife who he loved more than anything and was blessed with children he would give his life for in a heartbeat. He is who Snow could have been if Coryo had just been medicated.

Sephia Rose/Kore Hayes - played by Haley Bennett

To the Capitol's Elite, she is Kore Hayes. But to herself and her family, only then can she be Sephia Rose.

She and Icarus have built a life together in the capitol, where she is the mother of three children with all Covey names.

Sephia was very scared of Icarus when they first met as children - she didn't know if she was safe around Capitol children.

But she and him quickly got along after he would show her his piano and even play a song of an old lullaby.

Before she founded her clothing brand "Lis et Rose", she modeled for some of the most exclusive clothing brands in the Capitol and even found ways to model her own clothes.

When Icarus enlisted in the military, she presented offerings in the garden to pray for his protection

During the war, she would write letters to Icarus every day while he was on the war front, and she always place a kiss at the end of each letter.

SHe made sure that he children knew all her Covery's skills, including how to garden and cook.

Sephia Rose lived an incredibly harrowing life. But her resilience for hope had helped her find light in the darkest of tunnels. She never lost touch with her roots and often told her children stories of her childhood. She is grateful every day for the love that blossomed between her and her husband.

Laurus Orion Crass - played by Josha Stradowski

Laurus Orion Crass, or Laurie, is the firstborn to Icarus and Sephia Rose and heir to the Crass House and fortune.

Because of his position, Laurie always had a lot of pressure placed on him due to society's expectations for him to be a military man like his father.

He knows that he is very fortunate to have such incredible role models for parents who only gave him support and love while teaching him how to exercise caution

He was a premature baby by almost 4 weeks and had to be placed in the ICU due to his lungs not being fully developed and still sometimes has asthma attacks

Before his godmother died, he would often play at her office whenever he visited due to his health issues as a baby, and this inspired him to want to become a surgeon.

He learned the piano from his father, and it would serve as a great way for them to bond when he came home from work.

He is very proud of the name his mother gave him - Laurus, which means victory, and Orion was his dad's favorite constellation.

Laurie is not a fan of Casca Highbottom - he noticed at a very young age that the Dean would always stay too close to his mother whenever they came in for parent-teacher meetings.

Laurie Orion is no stranger to the Capitol's dangers and hypocrisies and makes it his personal goal to fulfill his godmother's wish of establishing clinics in the districts before her "death." He may or may not have a crush on a particular girl he met in District 4. He is Sejanus Plinth if the boy had some goddamn impulse control.

Agalia Iris Crass - played by Annalise Basso

Agalia Iris Crass is the second eldest and only daughter of Icarus and Sephia Rose.

Because of how much she looks like her mom, her father had always been very protective over her

Agalia was born right before the war broke out - just enough time for her father to cry at her birth.

Ambition + Moxie - she has dreams of becoming a principal ballet dancer by her early 20s.

Her endless curiosity and good heart remind Sephia Rose of Kaety Amaryllis - Aggie often wishes she could remember her godmother.

Like her brother, she takes a lot of pride in her name - irises symbolize hope and valor, and Agalia means joy.

She first remembered dancing at five when her mother sang Lavender's Blue to her baby brother.

She designed and made all her costumes since her very first recital and even crocheted all her sweaters and cardigans.

Aggie Iris is the kind of girl who will fool you with her sweet smile and pretty eyes only to tear you apart with her spitfire spirit. While she despises the inhumane nature of the Hunger Games, she still has a little bit of anger towards the rebels since they "killed" her godmother. While she doesn't remember what she looks like, she swears that she can hear her voice every time she plays her music box.

Arcturus 'Arthur' Lucus Crass - played by kid on pinterest

Arcturus Lucus Crass, or Arthur, is the second son and youngest child of Icarus and Sephia Rose.

The sweetest kid you will ever meet in the history of the world - he's also the most likely to accidentally wander off (his parents got him a leash)

Nature kid with the greenest thumb - he will spend hours on hours with his mom in the greenhouse

Out of all the kids, his temperament and behavior most resemble their mother.

Every animal will fight to the death to protect this kid - every single one of Dr. Gaul's mutts loves him.

Speaking of animals, he has a penchant for walking in public like any animal from ages 2-6, and the leash only encouraged him.

Fell in love with crocheting when he did it with Aggie and Sephia Rose - now he has a playground equivalent to the black market for his toys.

His name was in dedication to his birthplace - the grove filled with amaryllis flowers in his family's garden his mother made to honor her Lillycat.

Arthur Lucus may be a bit naive, but he is not stupid. He's his parents' son after all, and although he is young he does know that there are people who want to hurt the people he loves. But he has a heart so big he loves the whole world, and he even has a fairy godmother who tries to help him in a distant wood when she can.

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[meancaroline]

Bride, by Ali Hazelwood

Ratings:

GoodReads Rating: 4.05 ⭐️

My Rating: ⭐️⭐️

Spice: 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Purchasing:

Can be found at most bookstores in various formats. Prices vary.

Length:

399 pages

Review:

Misery Lark (yes, that is her real name) has been there, done that as a symbol of peace between humans and vampires…sorry, Vampyres. Essentially abandoned by her kind, she has made a life for herself among the humans that is instantly shattered when a Vampyre takes her back to her father.

Things have been difficult for Misery’s father. The Vampyre councilman sees trouble on the horizon: the humans have elected a new governor, and she will not meet with him. But she has met with the Alpha of the Werewolves. An alliance between humans and Werewolves would be devastating for the Vampyres…so her father is proposing an alliance of his own: an alliance between Vampyres and Werewolves, through marriage.

Misery is 0.3 seconds away from saying “no.” Then she notices the name of the Werewolf Alpha matches a name she found in the apartment of her (only) human friend Serena, who has vanished, without a trace.

Misery needs to find her friend. And if she has to go into the territory of her people’s greatest foe, she’ll do it. Even if her new husband thinks she stinks.

Misery’s story reminds me of the story of Icarus, son of Daedalus. In case you need a reminder, Icarus and Daedalus were held captive in a tower in order to keep the secret of the Minotaur’s maze. In order to escape, they must fly out of the tower, and over the sea, using wings made of feathers and wax. Both Misery’s story and Icarus’ wings fall apart through the sustained application of heat.

And it’s unfortunate. I went to an actual store, the local Barnes and Noble, to buy this book. I’d heard good things. I read the back, and was interested in the idea, I read the first several chapters and enjoyed where it was going…but, and I could not tell you when, at some point, Bride became a bore.

It’s a shame, really, because Bride had a lot of good ideas: political marriage between enemies, supernatural factions on the verge of war, a societal outcast trying to save their friend, a missing person mystery, it’s all there! Unfortunately, Hazelwood’s focus on the relationship between Misery and Lowe, the Werewolf Alpha, puts everything else to the wayside. These ideas are then left underdeveloped.

Misery too feels underdeveloped. She tells us a lot but we see very little of anything that happens/happened to her. Anything seemingly building toward problems and tension is hand waved/deus ex machina-ed away. Even the final confrontation with the final villain is left unseen by the reader.

I will give “Bride” this: it has one of, if not the best, conversations about knotting I have ever read.

Seriously, Hazelwood goes to great lengths to discuss how a Vampyre and a Werewolf might not be sexually compatible. Spoiler alert: they totally are. And, as Misery’s werewolf husband is *so* concerned she won’t be able to handle his knot, he satisfies her needs with several non-penetrative sex acts. We love to see it.

So, while I can’t say Bride is for everyone, I can say if someone has read Hazelwood’s other works, enjoyed them, and wants to give monster romance a try, this could be for them.

[hercssy]

this fanfic has been long in the making, i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i have been with writing & creating it! i want to let you guys know, while this is a marvel fanfic, there is a LOT that i have changed for this story to flow. i don’t want to give away too much detail because all will be revealed in time. i want to make a disclaimer and say there may be inaccurate biblical references and descriptions made to be suited to the story. i mean no offence, as this is just a fanfiction. this fanfic is for mature audiences as there will be themes such as smut, extreme violence, drug use, mafia themes, cults and rituals/sacrifices. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. THIS STORY IS LOWERCASE INTENDED.

i always found comfort in violence.

the blood my blanket and their last breath my pillow. their cries of pain, moans of their loss of life was just extra comforters. this was all i knew but as my physical body stays trapped in immortality and my mind is the only thing that ages throughout time, i learn there are much better types of comfort that feel…too close to heaven than i deserve to be.

like love.

‘the curse of the spawn’ was the title of my file. everything about me scribbled down in japanese.

the tests, the trials, the errors and the triumphs. i was considered as treasure and torment. i don’t remember much of that period of my life besides the first and last taste of what love could feel like in the form of a man who held his hand out to me and smiled. i took it. that’s all i remember. after that all i knew is that barricaded part of memory ended in blood every day. whether it was mine or my victims.

i was trained to be a subject of the moon. the darkness was safe. i believed that the light of day would expose me as the monster i am; burn me to ash because i was damned. i thought the sun would use its brightness to cast judgement upon me.

the darkness was safe until i was free of my shackles and exposed to it without a choice.

the first time i truly looked at the sun it looks to me with its grace and i know i am noticed as who i am. not what i was made to be. what i was born to become. i discovered within its warmth, i craved a touch that would melt me into nothingness. so sickly sweet i can’t help but to feverishly feed off it like i’m cursed with a sweet tooth. it feels like there’s been a missing piece of me; a void ever since i existed in this reality. i feel the sun’s stare when i looked up at it. through its rays of light i can feel it beg for me to find…him. i don’t know how i know that there is someone that belongs to the sun. it’s like an intense feeling. my body calls for his embrace, my muscles, and bones wish to melt against his touch until there’s nothing of me left.

upon my sudden release from the darkness, i began to understand who i am and my notice of him increased. i often find myself staring into the giant bright orb of light and ponder a thousand questions. i am then left with a vision of a painting that beckons me to the museum.

the painting is of a man falling from a great height. his arms reach out towards the sun and beg to save him from his death. his makeshift wings broken with feathers sprawled all around the bottom of the painting. his face looks desperate, his muscles ache with the certainty he was going to die. ‘the fall of icarus.’ engraved in its golden frame underneath the painting.

i felt his pain as if it were my own. i wish for him to fly towards the sun and i wonder, if the impending doom sitting heavy in my chest belongs to him too.

[ya-boi-haru]

You know what, let's do this:

If my MC skins/characters were in Fable SMP (Small/basic notes):

Default/Hardcore:

• Aura colour: Green

• Chat: Compasses

• Elytra: Magpie like wings

• Probably be friends/closer with:

- Wolf, Aax, Athena, Ocie, (basically the builders and fighters)

• Season 1:

Would not be corrupted. Probably would have thought they'd be okay running a quick errand without the buddy system. That never happened again.

Stayed in AB so they wouldn't risk getting lost

• Season 2:

Would get skulked on (they fucked around and found out) Dominant hand would got injured. Popped a Totem to the Warden (obviously didnt hold it against Rae)

• Season 3 (Purgatory ep):

Would go into Purgatory and sacrifice a compass

Avatar ( Haruven S2):

• Aura: Green

• Chat: Water bubbles

• Elytra: looks like Waterfalls coming from their back

• Probably be friends/closer with:

- Ocie, Caspian, Will, Rae, Addie, (the adventures, peaceful ones and knowledge seekers)

• Season 1:

At moments they did get Corrupted, they'd use blood bending (which they don't like doing) ABs healer (but had little knowledge on the technique)

Their underwater house would be blown by TNT and the water that came in would have destroyed everything. They would have to remind pieces of their scrolls in Libraries.

• Season 2:

Would really step into their Healing lessons, but wasn't good enough to heal Athena or sculk wounds off of people. But could "heal"/clear the affects (darkness) away

Would offer their skills to help search through Temples

• Season 3:

Would stay outside of Purgatory. Help Icarus heal their back

Would very carefully start learning blood bending

Haruven S3:

• Aura: Green

• Chat: Candy braclets

• Elytra: Would look similar to crafted elytra/mechanical

• Probably closer to:

Icarus, Athena, Caspian, (the inventors and redstoners)

Icarus 🤝🏻 Me, help an entity keeps changing my stuff

Season 1:

Fucked around and found out - got corrupted. Did not have a fun time. Invented dangerous stuff for OB

Season 2:

Would probably try to make the equivalent of soundproofing. Couldn't handle sculk as it would just change

Season 3:

Would have stayed outside of purgatory

Essempi (Erets sub-Server):

• Aura: Green and Purple

• Chat: Ender particles

• Elytra: Dragon like wings

• Probably closer with:

- Will, Seven, Caspian, Addie, Ven, (Quiet introverts, Adventurers)

Season 1:

Not be corrupted. Would try to teleprt in and out of AB but it pushed them and made them exhausted.

Season 2:

Would get skulked on and it would affect their ability to teleport. Popped a totem to the Warden

Season 3:

Went into Purgatory, offered their ender eye necklace

Lore OC:

• Aura: Green that pulses between a normal and dim brightness

• Chat: the Case History Analysis Tec In their goggles (file codes)

• Elytra: (purple tinted) Cockatoo wings (that drops feathers and look a little decayed)

Probably closer with:

- Icarus, Rae, Athena, Will, Caspian (knowledge seekers and adventurerers)

Season 1:

Corrupted!

Wouldn't be taking their meds as much so would be worse sick but the corruption would drive them to keep going

Season 2:

Would help Athena in hopes to help themselves.

Insists on helping with Sculk/Warden research.

Sculk scarring on their face

Season 3:

Would go into Purgatory and offer one of their research books

Bare minimum knowledge and points but I did the thing!

I guess if you want any elaborations or questions hmu or comment/Rb???