#prompt: feather

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 274

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

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

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

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

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

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 3 - Cider Press

Can't wait for a sippy sippy~

If you'd like to support my BAWKtobering by buying a commission or a treat for my spoiled, spoiled chickens, all my links are in my pinned- *i am immediately mobbed by a flock of chickens and dragged off stage in a cloud of feathers*

[ky-landfill]

more winged tim? 👉👈

[the-barefoot-hatter]

if Ford thinks Icarus' problem was that he didn't flap hard enough... I wonder if Bill thinks about the Minotaur

[zuliuli]

Had a nice little break :)

Here's some corruption what ifs

Vos if he were to get corrupted

Jack if they never got the flower off 😔

[blee-bleep]

hi, yes, that kronmei post made me go insane indeed-e-roo

inspo is wadamama thank you🙏

[marshmallowgoop]

ShinRan Week 2023: Day 4 | Black Knight and Princess

[tetheredfeathers]

Prompt: “How am I supposed to focus when you look at me like that?”

A little prompt challenge me and @littlemarianah started.

Click here to her version of this.

No pressure tags at my lovely mutuals to continue this challenge.

@thesweetnessofspring @mollywog @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Kiss me

I rested my back agsint the couch as I watched Peeta swirl his brush to imitate the roots of Rue’s dark hair. Watching Peeta paint was so calming, his face seemed so relaxed I wanted to place a kiss on his forehead. I noticed that his curls looked mussed and wet on his head, just like they did when he came out of my shower the night before the quarter quell.

He furrowed his eyebrows, and his face took on that special look of concentration as he dipped his brush into 3 different colors to get the color of Rue’s skin just right. I had the sudden urge to reach out and fix his right eyebrow, since one side seemed more brushed out than the other. 

I observed that after each stroke he let out a small puff of air, relieved that he didn’t make a mistake. He never used to do that before, so confident about his paintings, my heart broke as I realized it must've been due to the hijacking. His chest puffed in and out so majestically, I wanted to place my head on his heart and listen to it beat, just like  I did all those night on the victory tour. 

“How am I supposed to focus when you look at me like that?” Peeta suddenly looked up and chimed, a smile tugged on his lips.

“Like what,” I asked, surprised. What? I can’t even watch him peacefully anymore! I thought as he stared at me.

“I don’t know you’re just…” he trailed off. “Never mind.” 

Peeta went back to mixing his colors and I resumed memorizing his face.

“Here I’m done, what do you think?”

Peeta leaned in closer than he needed to as he showed me the finished picture. I took the opportunity to rest my head on his shoulder as I judged the picture for much longer than needed.

“Maybe just add some more flowers, it looks a bit empty. “I lied, wanting to watch him for just a bit longer.

“Okay,” Peeta sighed.

I budged closer to him, swept my finger across his cheek. He looked up at me, surprised.

“Eyelash,” I said.

“Oh.” Disappointment scrunching face.

“Here make a wish.” I whispered

Peeta closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath before blowing it away. I looked up at him and licked my lips. We were sitting way too close I could feel his breath on my cheek. I should move away, but really I couldn’t.

His eyes peered into mine as he looked at me questioningly, so I tipped my head and brushed my lips against his, then pulled back to watch his reaction. He gasped loudly as I leaned in again، this time pressing my whole mouth against his. Peeta groaned loudly at the back of his throat and a surge of warmth rushed through my belly, at the noises he was making. Peeta slipped his tongue out and swiped it across my upper lip, a beastly urge came over me as I eagerly opened my mouth and climbed into his lap. Our wet tongues danced against each other languidly, his hands slid up my waist and caressed places I never thought needed to be.

“You were looking at me like you wanted to kiss me,” Peeta panted out between breaths.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 245

Now Danny would openly admit, if only to himself, that he had a type when it came to relationships. If they were strong, if they were a threat to him, then chances were he would develop some sort of crush. It was how he had dated Sam and Valerie (And Johnny & Kitty) when he was a bit younger, and hell, Sam had technically succeeded in killing him, even if partly. 

Attraction towards smart people who could kill him was honestly par for the course for a Fenton or Nightingale anyway. 

And he’d also admit he enjoyed a bit of time travel, learning about times and culture long before his time, to the point that he could blend in in ancient times just as easily as the time he had been born in. That it was natural to mutter in a language lost to time. 

So color him surprise when another man perks up in the bar he had paused to get a drink in, vibrant green eyes gleaming in interest and responds in turn. And not just in the language, but able to keep up when he talks about things that once existed but haven’t been rediscovered yet. 

And one thing led to the other, and there might have been some assassins and some shenanigans that end with them both laughing together in an inn and then more and- Okay he has a type alright, and he’s ticking each box! How is that fair? 

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 16 - Frankenstein

Frank-HEN-stein by Mary (Egg)Shelley

[bethrnoora]

TES Summer Fest Day 4 - Thief/Enamored

Eternal Champion Khetz-al and his fellow Blades member and Daggerfall Agent Za'ahrin, back when things were good.

[that-angry-noldo]

How about 4. for the five word sentences thing? Maybe Finarfin and Eonwe? Your writing is awesome!

"Not what I came for."

Finarfin scoffs, and considers entertaining the banter. Eönwë seems in no mood for it. The Maia strides towards Finarfin's dressing table, starts going methodically through Finarfin's boxes. Earrings and rings clink on his talons before being dismissed.

"You mean, you aren't here to discuss our further advances or renegotiate the terms of our campaign, because that simply does not require your attention."

"We already did that," Eönwë clicks the box shut with extreme prejudice, "two weeks ago. I see no need to go over it again."

"So you, what—flew a hundred miles to go through my things?"

Eönwë grinds his teeth. "I am looking for something."

"In my dresser."

"I looked everywhere. And when I say everywhere, it means I turned over every rock between here and my camp and further still and by Eru I am running out of places to look in. So yes, Noldoran. I am looking in your dresser."

Finarfin sighs.

For some reason, having the Lord of the Maiar tear through his things does not bother him as much as he would think. He watches Eönwë's attention snap back to his search, this time walking to Finarfin's makeshift bed and kicking through the furs.

"What are you even looking for?" Finarfin asks, irritation from earlier replaced with friendly curiosity. Eönwë makes a noise.

"A hair clip."

Finarfin's eyebrows go up. "A hair clip."

"Yes, it's—a claw clip. A gift. And I can't find it."

Finarfin watches, trying to remember ever seeing that particular part of Eönwë's wardrobe. His eyes skim over the Maia, catching on the rings on his fingers, earrings dangling from his ears. He takes note of his hair, raven-dark, only—

"Oh," he says. "Your hair."

Eönwë seems to have only grown more agitated. "I don't understand. I can't see it. Sense it. It's gone."

Finarfin hesitates before asking, eyes caught at Eönwë's hair, way messier than usual. "How does it look like?"

Eönwë purses his lips. "Golden. Carved into an eagle and a vulture. At least that's how your kind perceives it. It was a gift, and I—"

Finarfin walks up to him, and Eönwë stops mid-sentence, startled. Finarfin rises his hands to the crown of Eönwë's hair. Carefully, holding the side of Eönwë's face, he combs through his scalp; feels something cold against his fingers.

Finarfin untangles the clip, looks at Eönwë's face. Eönwë stares.

His expression is of surprise, then of disdain and grief. Finarfin wonders when did he learn to read Eönwë so well.

He takes Eönwë's hand and presses the clip into his palm. Scrambles for some sort of comfort. "It—happens, sometimes. I used to turn over my office looking for papers that were right before me the whole time."

"Yes, but—"

Eönwë sucks in a breath. Jerks his hand away from Finarfin, the clip clasped tightly in his fist.

"I think I'm broken," he says. "I think I'm breaking, and I don't know how to stop it."

Before Finarfin can reply, Eönwë is gone. He looks at the empty space where the Maia stood, and tries to battle the wave of sadness rising within him into something more worthwhile.

"I'm here," he says into the silence. "Whenever you feel like you're breaking, that is."

Nothing answers. Finarfin sighs. He counts minutes before the horn will cut through the dawn and rouse his people back to life; but before that, he stays, and sighs, and thinks, I would have gotten you a dozen hairclips if I knew it would help.

[inafieldofdaisies]

👻 for Mercedes and Eloise please 😁

Prompts from this post. / Monster/cryptid as representation of my character

Mercedes "Mercy" Sibley | Skogsrå

The Skogsrå appears like a ordinary woman from the front but seen from behind she has a tail and a hollow back or skin like tree bark. Any men enticed into following her into the forest are never seen again and she's said to keep the souls of those who would sleep with her. If the seduced man is a hunter in particular, he may be rewarded with good luck in the hunt, but should he be unfaithful to the Skogsrå, accidents would come upon him as punishment. It was believed silver bullets were effective means at killing a Skogsrå.

Endless possibilities with Mercedes' original lore being translated into this context, I would say, especially with Jacob having a thing for hunting and the woods, and just picture him crossing paths with a dangerous Skogsrå. The monologue how the ones before him were weak, etc etc.

Eloise "Lou" Morello | Harpy

The harpies seem originally to have been wind spirits. When a person suddenly disappeared from the Earth, it was said that he had been carried off by the harpies. In this form they were agents of punishment who abducted people and tortured them on their way to Tartarus. They were depicted as vicious, cruel, and violent.

Need I say more really... Lou's whole purpose of capturing Sinners, being vicious and cold-blooded at her core, just fits so well with her being a Harpy. She'd totally love to be able to fly and snatch unfortunate souls.

@strangefable @lilywatt @strafethesesinners @purplehairsecretlair @shellibisshe

@direwombat @voidika @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @josephslittledeputy

@josephseedismyfather @spookyrares @la-grosse-patate @dumbassdep @neonshrike

@trench-rot @derelictheretic @theelderhazelnut @katsigian

@aceghosts @elligatorrex @mkdecimation @killyourrdarlingss

[redd956]

Feather Winged Whumpee Ideas

Redo of old post of mine

Whumpee's wings being sore from excessive use

Being far too exhausted or sick to lift themselves off of the ground. They seemingly have no strength left to fly

Plucking whumpee's feathers

Something goes wrong mid-flight with whumpee, and they plummet to the ground

Caretaker carefully combing their hands their whumpee's feathers, messaging and preening their wings for them, as they have no other winged people around to help them

Whumpee being weighed down, or similar to prevent them from flying away after being taken captive

Clipping whumpee's wings

Whumpee's wings being pulled on or forcefully extended, in order to see or present the feathers better

Getting caught in a thunder storm, and being struck by lighting

Forced to land on hostile ground due to extreme weather

Caretaker massaging whumpee's back where the wings connect

A whumpee breaking one of their wings, after hitting it against something in flight

Getting caught in a net or line they couldn't see while flying. Whumpee panicked, and made it worse, getting their wings horrible entangled alongside themself

Bird cage

Whumpee's wings being forcibly closed

Getting shot while flying

Whumpee landing on a high surface, winded from desperate flight and promptly collapsing via exhaustion

[andromacheofappalachia]

"Abish knew from the moment her soulmarks appeared that she was damned."

American Primeval - Soulmark AU

Abish x Red Feather x Sunshine

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

HEY. YOU.

I AM GRIPPING YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE BY THE SHOULDERS. CRINGE IS DEAD. FANWORKS REIGN SUPREME. I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED ANOTHER DRAWING OF MY EGG OC'S WHILE PROCRASTINATING ON THEIR LORE.

Also don't worry, the summer camp event won't be the only event I do, you can join the playdates at any time (and even initiate your own events! I'll be so excited if you do!!!)

aaaand I also would be so super excited to see your eggsona because I'm always excited to see eggsonas :D That's kind of my thing over here lol.

(I hope you don't mind me calling you out, @raineedayss )