#kingfishered

[bl00dysavior]

Closed starter for @kingfishered's König

It was a rare quiet afternoon in the barracks. Many of it's residents had taken advantage of the weekend to take personal time, leaving base and otherwise giving themselves a needed breather before the next week began with it's training and potential missions.

Stiletto was one of the few exceptions. There was only so much time she could kill by training, and however good it felt to let off some steam against a helpless training dummy, there were still other needs that needed to be addressed by the time late afternoon hit.

Which led the Italian to the kitchen, tempting fate to interrupt her solitude as she began methodically getting out the dishes and ingredients she'd need, unsure of what she was wanting to make exactly, but getting more of an idea as she got things out.

[facesblind]

with  you  till  the  end.

@kingfishered  for  kyle  gaz  garrick.

[prosopagn0sis-a]

@kingfishered (otto 'könig' pauritsch)

half-assed “yeahs” and “mhms” seemed not enough for otto. the frustration grows with each “are you okay?” until fate finally stops, opens her eyes and (as to not scare the giant, to not indicate him doing something wrong, because if anything, he's been more than great) slowly lifts herself up and sits.

“i don't know?”

it's a question, not an answer — not a statement. it's confusion mixed with frustration, because if not her, then who? she is the one to possess any and all knowledge around with the complex of having to be the smartest person in the room (which she always is). and she doesn't know.

cold beads of agate brush against the bare skin of her waist as konig lifts himself up from between her thighs. they stay silent for a little while. up until now, she didn't let him take the lead, and the sudden submission felt... strange. to call it vulnerability would be perfect, but she's not used to being vulnerable with anyone, and out of the distress she wishes to climb onto him and dig her teeth into his flesh for everyone to see he's hers. it's unfinished, she doesn't like unfinished, she doesn't want him to be pent up and in need and she hates herself for not being able to get him the release, even if he focused on her pleasure first, if not planning on stopping there.

if she still faked her expressions, she'd pout. but she doesn't. instead, she pulls down his her shirt and looks somewhere, away.

“i don't fucking know,”��she breaths out, biting her lower lip to stop it from trembling, emotions overcoming the usually stoic state. “i don't know how to do... this.”

she vaguely gestures to him, to her, around the room, unable to find the right words, if there are any words to describe what's inside her head now.

[peacedomain]

@kingfishered's john  ❝ soap ❞  mactavish

“you cried wolf, so i came running. QUESTION: am i the wolf or the savior? is my smile too sharp or just my teeth? ANSWER: come a little closer.”

— efb | questions & answers, #2

[sweetheartsoldier]

Tired of stories where the author worldbuilds a whole religion only to chicken out at the last moment by making the main character a skeptic. You mean to tell me that there’s all this richness in lore and culture, but you’ve trapped me with the one person in this society who doesn’t care about it? So bland. I could meet an agnostic easily enough by walking down the street, but your story is my one chance to hear the perspective of someone who follows whatever religion you’ve contrived. You made this whole world; convince me that your character really is from there.

[clara-scintilla]

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|commission design, not for use|

[herpsandbirds]

Northern Silvery Kingfisher (Ceyx flumenicola), family Alcedinidae, order Coraciiformes, Bohol , Philippines

photograph by Jane Yan

[illufinch]

kingfisher styles

[torpublishinggroup]

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Sarkis is sworn to protect whoever wields the sword, and for Halla—a most unusual wielder—he finds himself fending off not grand armies and deadly assassins but instead everything from kindly-seeming bandits to roving inquisitors to her own in-laws. But as Halla and Sarkis grow closer, they overlook the biggest threat of all—the sword itself.

[cookiedoves]

🪶 Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow,

Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow!

[bl00dysavior]

Closed starter for @kingfishered

Things could have gone significantly better, to say the least. Not that Stiletto necessarily regretted her actions from a few hours ago. Just that she got caught off guard by the police and wound up leaving the situation in handcuffs.

She couldn't help but silently admit the whole situation was a little ironic, all things considered. Twelve years of helping the law, and now here she was with a fresh set of assault charges just because she couldn't keep her own issues. Again. Who knew how many times this made it, she honestly stopped keeping track after the third time she wound up at some police station

Stiletto leaned back against the wall while she waited for König, habitually scanning the street for any sign of him. A hand was occupied absentmindedly spinning her closed switchblade, her other shoved in her jacket pocket. Her knuckles ached, already black and blue and splattered with red. The blood, long dried by now, wasn't just hers, but she wasn't bothered by it.

What was a little more, after all?

What did bother her was reaching out to König again for the same old thing. Truthfully, she wasn't sure yet how she was going to make it up to him like she had assured him in her last text. But she wasn't about to be made a liar. She'd figure something out.

[artofmaquenda]

Managed to snap a few shots of the local kingfisher I see here every time during my walks. I feel attached this lil friend. :>

[prosopagn0sis-a]

@kingfishered (birthday boy)

as much as wulf stalker is not invested in his daughter's hobbies, he knows what she likes. this is surprisingly new.

red agate pieces lay organized on fate's desk; she beads them onto dark thread while having a knot tutorial displayed on her phone screen. a normal knot, not a shibari one — she gives the video maybe thirty seconds of attention before she knows exactly what to do.

erik, on the other hand, isn't so sure what's happening, so he looms over.

“a bracelet?” he questions, raising a brow. he's been gone for a month, that's true; it is yet still unlikely irma made friends close enough for friendship bracelets... let alone friends, at all. bizarre.

“for otto.”

“colonel könig,” wulf corrects, finally worthy of the girl's attention. she turns towards him, tilts her head, connects dots. he didn't just...

“private military contractors do not have a rank system,” fate snaps back, locking eyes with erik — after all this time she knows damn well where to look at — and doesn't let the man respond. “if you insist of using the usual ones, you'd still be his superior.”

the man's eyes are now narrowed and fate wonders if this conversation happened because he's heard she slashed könig's chest during sparring session? that she participated in one? or is it because she's kissed him through the fabric of his hood on the training grounds, where everyone could (and some probably did) see?

“go on, bring up his age or his line of work,” fate encourages. “hope you said hi to suzanne from me.”

that's a low blow, even coming from irma — to remind her father of his way younger and painfully civilian girlfriend. then again, whatever fate does is none of erik's business. never was, never will and he definitely should not try to change that after so many years.

wulf stalker falls silent.

“we're not lovers,” fate clarifies, but doesn't explain further — erik doesn't have to know she claimed ownership over the monster. fate continues making the bracelet. wulf leaves her to it.

könig's office desk is surprisingly organized and clean. at first glance nothing seems stolen. in fact, it seems there are more items in the room than before.

a beaded bracelet, red in color, lays atop keyboard. there aren't any notes — neither physical copies on paper, nor on his computer. the machine's turned on with few new files on the screen named after reports that were supposed to be done throughout the week. two copies of each, one titled normally, the other named "with typos".

fate still thinks it would be cute to get otto a collar with her name, but it's way too early for that; he wouldn't wear it, not yet at least — even if he never denied being the girl's property.

[warfared]

[TEXT] - we are sophisticated adults ok? 

[TEXT] - last week i purchased a vegetable

(soap to gaz)

[ TXT: 🧼 ] Oh yeah absolutely

[ TXT: 🧼 ] I managed to find two socks that weren't mismatched

[ TXT: 🧼 ] Think that's gotta account for something

[draculavian]

First 9 days of birdtober 2024 [list by @/aholmesartstudio on Instagram]

Blue Jay ☆ American Robin ☆ Eastern Bluebird

Belted Kingfisher ☆ Northern Mockingbird ☆ Red Winged Blackbird

Northern Cardinal ☆ Great Blue Heron ☆ Ruby Crowned Kinglet

[tbalderdash-art-blog]

Kingfisher for Birbruary, which is in support of Songbird Survival

Reference photo by Shantanu Kuveskar

Happy Arospec Awareness Week!