#the flight is short

[cymk8]

and they were ROOMATES 👀⁉️

[fishofthewoods]

while i'm imperialposting. imperial dragon lore that makes me want to tear my hair out. web weave

[sonicreferencephotos]

Rouge the Bat; SONIC X SHADOW GENERATIONS: Dark Beginnings

[smallerdelusions]

Dinovember Day 20: Yi Qi

[nataliesscatorccio]

YELLOWJACKETS

[tomswifty-fr]

Tundra face notes

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Haven’t seen our dragon boi in a while, do you think he gets ‘cuteness aggression?’

Like if we try to move from cuddles, he just hugs tighter and snarls. If we’re out napping and some random hoarder or passersby sees us he just bristles up the same way.

And sometimes the loving headbutts and tail squeezes get too rough; poor mans must provide little licks as repayment!

YESSS I LOVE DRAGON FOUL LEGACY THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON

Foul Legacy has a habit of grabbing the back of your shirt with his fangs and simply carrying you away when he wants something or gets bored, as if it's the most casual thing in the world. more often than not, he wants cuddles. cuddles NOW. he settles in his favorite field, all bathed in sunlight, and places you between his claws. all of Liyue knows about him, the starlit dragon and his beloved human. they muse that even the Adepti must know at this point, you're not exactly subtle anymore. Legacy curls his tail around you, resting his head in his talons and pressing it against yours with a purr. he soaks up the sunbeams much like a cat or snake would, occasionally turning and shifting and bringing you right along with him to nip at your cheeks and hair

you can feel his tail twitch and flop back and forth in irritation whenever anyone approaches- if it's a friend, he reluctantly pulls back, watching their every move to make sure you're alright. strangers, however, are growled at- low at first, and increasing if they dare take another step closer. never has he actually had to snap at anyone, though. not YET anyway. Legacy huffs, wrapping his tail around your ankle and nuzzling your cheek with a soft croon of apology. you sigh fondly, giving him scritches in that one spot under his chin and watching his wings happily flap. he croons and flops over, head in your lap, leaning closer to lick your cheeks a few times, over the little scars from accidental nicks and jabs when he bonked against you too fiercely, or nipped your cheek with just a bit too much pressure. and you just grin, scratching firmly between his horns and relishing his scales under your fingertips

"Silly dragon. My silly dragon."

[opossun]

remember that thing I was working on earlier? I needed something to relax so I worked on this silly thing :D

Nasari tries to be a supportive dad

[round-hatches-are-terrifying]

the beebo

[demonslayedher]

No, it did not fly far.

[alphamecha-mkii]

[soscarlett1twas]

Flight Home

↳ Andrew and Darling make their way back to London. ↳ 664 words

A month and a half. 46 days. That was how long Andrew had been abroad.

For a man who had never left the United Kingdom before, he took to travel quite easily. Darling joked about him being in “vacation mode” quite often, as he exchanged overcoats for tacky button-ups, glasses for contacts, and his usual demeanor of propriety for laxity. Andrew had gone off the deep end for their vacation.

And what a trip it was. The Caribbean, and each island which made it, was beautiful. They had run away and ended up in Wonderland.

But all good things must come to end.

As the plane moved down the runway, Darling shifted their headrest to place their head on it comfortably. They sat in the middle seat, pressed between Andrew, who had the window luxury, and a kind older woman who boarded before them. Andrew had offered his seat, but they declined. The flight home was for them to sleep.

He intended to sleep as well, of course — but island hopping and all the flying which accompanied it did not acquaint him well to airplanes. Only long into a flight, with a stagnant incline and smooth air, could Andrew find himself able to close his eyes for a few hours.

Darling’s hand laced into his, pressing lightly into his palm. He smiled as they closed their eyes, dropping limp into the seat, prepared to rest for the night.

After he whispered ‘goodnight’ and kissed their hand, he turned his attention back to the window. The harsh lights above them morphed to a more appropriate blue, darkening the internal cabin.

He watched the runaway lights as they became quicker and quicker, eventually forming into a singular line as the plane angled itself upwards. The takeoff was smooth, barely a jolt, taking them into the air.

Beating air silenced any other sound as the airport became small beneath them, its surrounding trees becoming shrubs as they furthered the incline.

Jamaica — their final destination, and now their waypoint before home — had their airport on the coast. So water, in its clean, cerulean colors that struck Andrew, a regular viewer of the Thames, as heavenly, quickly exchanged the concrete scenery. He watched it fade beneath them with fondness. London had many things. Clean water was not one of them.

When he turned his attention to the landscape however, his reverie lapped into his throat, making it feel hollow with emotion he couldn’t describe. Constellations of lights painted the ever-distant island, marking exactly where each city was, swaths of dark forests between them. Winding roads around the shoreline were trailed by sparkles, not unlike the runway. Cars moved to a steady pace along them.

And Andrew realized how much he had missed this.

Escaping was what he dreamed of. Still, he clung to it, his eyes holding onto the island as it got smaller, his neck hurting from craning to watch the window. But for all the love he had for him and Darling’s adventures, for all their memories made, it was the familiarity of home that kept him glued to the sight.

As Jamaica departed from his view, he turned to face, back straight, the seat in front of him. Darling’s eyes remained shut.

Andrew squeezed their palm, and their weak return confirmed their fatigue.

He watched them, a sight unable to be taken from him — their lashes against their face, the curve of their lips, the crown of their head — and sunk into his own chair.

He loved their travels. He loved them, peacefully dozing away to whatever dreams. But, finally on track to returning, he could not help but crave the physical location of his life. The one he could confidently say was his, not a “vacation mode” spectacle of his chaste lust for adventure.

Andrew scoffed to himself, shaking his head, his glasses, finally saved from their case, slipping down his nose. Home. What an easy thing to hate. What an essential thing to desire.

[knightowl-studios]

Portrait commission for Avmire on Flight Rising. This one took much longer than I expected, but I think it really turned out well in the end :] Getting to draw an Undertide for the first time was so fun, too!

[bakathief]

„On our way to the US someone was killed in a toilet cabin of the plane but my best friend of who is still in high school solved it, because I explained to him how bras work. When we arrived in NY my friend‘s mom did some crazy stunt that had her oldtimer only drive on 2 wheels for a while while my friend used that opportunity to drag me halfway through an window of a moving car at high speed. However, just when we thought the police caught that crazy stunt it turned out the police inspector was an actress, perfectly disguised as the police chief. Crazy! Then we went to the play at night and after witnessing some private drama I almost got smashed by stage equipment. That was something. Then it was time for the play but the lead actor got shot midair so the play got stopped and my friend got to solve another murder case.

Anyway, on our way home we got almost assaulted by a different serial killer we ran into but he spared us because we saved his life. I passed out somewhere along the way because of a fever.“

— Ran Mouri telling her family about her first trip to the US

[wingedjewels]

Male Short-eared Owl!! by Debbie Meader Via Flickr: A backlit male Short-eared Owl on the hunt for a Vole meal! Photo taken at Shillapoo Lake, Vancouver, Washington.

[twobrokenwyngs]

a beloved friend just said to me, "if you spend your whole life putting off experiences until you have more money, or to save more money, then one day you will wake up and you will have seen nothing and there will be nothing else you can see." man, I needed to hear that.

which is to say...

i've just booked my mid-july flights to/from manchester, england

hooooly shit