#the-fae-icarus

[elmaxlys]

Power, from Chainsaw Man - for @ginkochama

Vanilla Extract - for @firehananas

Ewen Müller - for @space-diablo

Pit, from Kid Icarus - for @canadianlucifer

Hoito Roma, from Tokyo Ghoul - for @just-another-tokyo-ghoul-fan (I hope you don't mind that I made it Fae AU 🙈)

Ein, from Tenkuu Shinpan - for @normalsnails

I hope you guys like them 🤗💕💕💕

[chubby-aphrodite]

i fucking love kid icarus: uprising's composing. this video by 8-bit music theory goes over it it really well, but to put in my own words:

KI:U's levels are, by and large, split into two segments:

an on-rails shooter segment, which almost always takes a set amount of time (anywhere from 2-5 minutes), which the game calls "sky battles"

and a freely controllable, fairly linear hack 'n' slash segment exploring a level, which the game calls "land battles."

the on-rails segment is where the game's composing gets a lot of time to truly shine, because dialogue and events are almost always happening at the same time. thus, the sky battle segments are scored very cinematically, using instrumentation and progressions that aren't usually seen in video game scores! sections that ebb and flow with the mood of the scene, word painting even without lyrics, little stings that indicate movement--it's really neat!

this was something i noticed years ago when i would listen to the soundtrack, and found myself being able to picture exactly what scene would be happening at each point in the score. it's very evocative! i was so glad when i found this video, because it gave me words to describe how i was feeling and exactly what i appreciating.

[blooming-bruises]

Echo wanted to touch it. He wanted to pull on that fine, platinum hair and see the eyes that were currently hidden below lashes and lids widen as they looked up at him. He wanted to see what flowers could bloom on that porcelain skin under his fingers.

[miniaturewizardcat]

[robots-are-kinda-hot]

welp. the faes have claimed another victim, the victim being me. curse you @valrayne-faeu /j

my faesona’s name would be Midas (true name), or Icarus (alias), or something along those lines. She’s a lonely kinda cryptid person that lives in a cave on a mountain like a dragon. I’ve actually drawn her before, but every time i started overthinking things and it made drawing her icky oof,,, but shes back now !! and i actually like drawing her this time

She’d meet Blue first in the human realm! Living on a mountain is a little isolating so she’d adore her new company. Just don’t mind her pupils- wdym they were slits? No they’re not. She has completely normal human pupils, see?

Midas is not fae, but she is not human either. Not completely. She’s a were-wyvern- a huge winged serpent species i made way back in middle school. They’re made from mages/humans w magic that have been struck by lightning, usually when they're young, and feed on storms. This adds some guilt into Midas and Blue’s friendship- Midas is actively lying about being human, and while Blue can’t do the same he can certainly omit that he’a a fae.

It’s kinda like this lol. Fae!Midas design and were-wyvern form under the cut bc the drawings r tall

These motherfuckers are BIG. And their wings are too. I don’t usually color things but they come in arrays of bluish greys, dark greys, blacks, etc against yellows, oranges, whites, you get the idea. Midas herself has dark greys and yellow eyes.

As a fae, Midas would keep her wyvern traits for my own self indulgence. I’m not sure whether she’d be able to transform anymore though. I think Blue would trick her into staying rather than her coming of her own volition, so their relationship takes a hit :( at least she gets to meet Dream…

I think the summer court would be a little (very) overstimulating for someone who has been isolated for so long, so she’d get a little place on the edge of things, out of the way of everything. While Midas wouldn’t forgive very fast, Blue still takes the time to teach her about how to interact with other fae, culture, laws, etc. As her transformation progresses their relationship mends and they become friends again

[apollos-boyfriend]

starting a series of my ocs but they’re silly marketable plushes

[fairymint]

rewatched bits of the last two PMMM episodes the other night because of course I did, for inspiration and fun. and like. Felix- Madoka Kaname parallels Funny ofc. metaphorically what happened to her, happened to him although much slower/later.

Though, something similar may have happened to Arceus as well. At any rate, literal or not, defo an inspiration to my legend muses regardless-

The proof of your life on earth is gone, the memories people had of you don't exist. You've crossed over onto a higher plane. Your physical body is no more. You are now a Concept. No one will ever sense your presence again, and you'll never be able to interact with anyone. You are no longer a part of this universe.

Now I can see everything that ever happened, and everything that ever will. I see all the universes that could've been, and all of the universes waiting to be born. I see it all. And if I [finally] know. I know all the things you've done for me, throughout all those different timelines. All the times you've cried and all the times you got hurt. But you kept fighting for me. I'm so sorry I never knew until now. I had to become what I am now to really know the kind of person you are. And you were there all along, the most amazing friend someone like me could ever have. I'm so glad I know [now]. You managed to follow me all the way out here, didn't you? Besides, even though you're going back to your world? Maybe you'll still remember me!

[britany1997]

Man of Your Midsummer Night’s Dream

Part two

I’ve loved seeing y’all’s reactions to this and I’m so excited to share this short little follow up with y’all:) let me know if you like it!

Dwayne x GN Fae Reader

Comment if you’d like to be added to my TLB Taglist!

Your hand slowly reached for a pair of shiny, beaded earrings.

You’d been scopeing out this jewelry stand for the past thirty minutes. And finally, when the seller was tied up trying to coax an unsuspecting tourist into buying an exorbitantly expensive necklace, you saw your time to strike.

Your eyes flitted back and forth between the earrings and the seller, careful not to be caught.

You knew you could glamour her if you wanted, you just loved the rush.

You smiled as your hand brushed over the earrings, seconds from taking them for your own.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped back, recoiling from the jewelry as if it had burned you.

Your flushed face met Dwayne’s amused smile.

“Nothing now,” you pouted.

He huffed a laugh, slipping his arm around your waist.

You whirled away from his grasp, embarrassed to have been caught. “What’s the deal anyway?” you frowned, “you guys steal stuff all the time.”

As the words fell from your lips, Paul and Marko ran from the comic book store, arms full of comics. You gestured at the pair as they laughed manically, books spilling from their arms and littering the ground.

Dwayne snorted at the sight, then turned to smile at you.

“Nothing wrong with a little stealin,” he agreed, “but no partner of mine is gonna take their own stuff.”

Your jaw dropped as he placed the earrings you’d been eyeing into your palm and closed your fingers around them.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your pointed ear, “you’re a real talented thief babe,” he brushed a lock of hair to rest behind your ear, “but let me take care of you ok?”

Your face flushed bright red.

He chuckled, leading you away from the stand and towards the dock. Once you were resting on the railing, Dwayne reached for your hand.

“Let me put em on for you,” he offered, smirking softly.

You nodded, your lips pulling up into a flustered grin.

Dwayne slipped the earrings on for you, “there, perfect.” He winked, causing you to melt into a giggling mess.

The sweet moment didn’t last long as Marko and Paul bounded up with their haul from the night.

“Whatcha up to guys?” Paul asked, mouth full of funnel cake as he spoke. You snorted at the sight.

Dwayne rolled his eyes, his arm resting on your shoulder. “Nothing now,” he muttered under his breath. You smirked and leaned your head into the crook of his neck.

Marko smiled sheepishly as Paul murmured an insincere apology.

You squeezed Dwayne’s arm as he sighed.

“Ahem.”

The boys whirled around at the sound of David clearing his throat.

He tapped his watch, raising an eyebrow, “almost sunrise boys.”

Dwayne turned to you, “wanna ride with me?”

You beamed, “yes please,” you preferred riding to flying these days, you’d use any excuse to be snuggled close to your favorite vampire.

“Wanna sit in back or ride in my pocket?” He asked.

You thought for a moment, but the answer was obvious. You loved listening to the steady beat of Dwayne’s heart when you were nestled in his front, jacket pocket. He made you feel safe, even when you were as tiny as a dragon fly.

You shrank down, flitting up to press a kiss to his stubbly cheek, then sliding into his jacket.

“You’re so cute like this baby, I love keeping you close to me,” he whispered as he nuzzled your cheek with his pinky.

Your wings fluttered in delight. You loved it too, more than anything.

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[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Ok, but make it mythical:

Dionysus as a little fae child in the wilderness vs Dionysus after beheading Pentheus.

Medusa in her priestess attire vs all snakey

Odysseus

Demeter hopeful and pregnant vs the raging crone of winter

Paris holding staring sadly at the shepherd’s crook he’s about to leave behind vs Paris staring in horror at the arrow he’s just pulled from Achilles’ heart.

Callisto vs. a glorious fat happy bear

Aphrodite fresh from the ocean, tasting an apple for the first time vs Aphrodite spattered in blood and wishing she could get rid of the golden apple that so many Trojan lives

Little Achilles smiling with his arm around Pat vs ✨ the rage ✨

Hestia with a single flame on the tip of one of her fingers like a match in the dark from inside Kronos’s innards vs Hestia getting to tend a whole alter fire for herself.

Narcissus before and after — you could do something clever with the pool

Nervous Icarus trying on his wings vs sopping wet, hair smoking, tarred and feathered trashcan of a lad giving himself a big grin and a thumbs up

[readychilledwine]

Azriel Week Day 3 Prompt - The Knife in the Dark - The Fall of Icarus

Summary - Waking up alone in a dark cell was not part of your mission plans, only you're not alone.

Warnings - torture, mentions of blood, Azriel being scary

A/n - I've never wrote a torture scene before 👀👀👀👀 I don't know if I'll ever write one again. Not 100% proud of this @azrielappreciationweek piece, but not hating it either.

Chains. You had always hated chains. You tugged at the ones on your wrists again, flinching as they cut into the soft skin of your wrist and gave in. 

"You're awake. Good, I was getting bored," you glared towards the darkness that voice came from, arms aching. Your father had warned you to enter the Night Court carefully, and you had. Which made this reality much harder to accept.

Blue siphons began to shine in the darkness in front of you, a large male looking as if he was death himself coming towards you. "Who are you and where did you come from?"

"Get Rhysand. He will know who I am and why I am here." That you realized was the wrong answer. A sharp blade pressed against the hollow point of your throat, causing you to whimper softly as you felt it nick the soft skin there. 

He smirked, "You are in no position to be making demands, little one." You steeled yourself, having sworn to your parents to speak to Rhysand and Rhysand only after he answered a riddle correctly. "Who are you and why are you here?"

You took a deep breath, the bargain tattoo burning as you contemplated breaking it. You made your choice, remembering who you were and your position in your home, and raised your head defiantly. "I will speak to Rhysand and no one else, dog, per my orders."

Azriel put a hand above your shoulder, making you silently grateful you had hidden your wings. "Where did you come from? I will send them a part of you so they know you failed. At least you'll die a loyal fool, though." At speed your mind hardly registered, he cut you.

First the inner part of your left bicep, then diagonally across your stomach, then across the tops of both thighs. You out your head against the stonewall, breathing deeply through the pain. "Kill me and you will find Pryithian lost for help in your upcoming war."

Azriel paused then. "And how would that be, little one." That blade dug back into your throat, and you sent a prayer to the Mother. This is how you'd die. You would die after being sent to Rhysand to ask why an illyrian male had been flying over Cretea and to offer assistance. 

You whispered softly. "I can't tell you." Death would come your way before the dishonor of breaking a bargain with your father, possibly endangering your fae. "I have orders."

Azriel slide that blade down the front of your shirt. "You'll die for your orders instead of just telling me the answers to my questions?"

You nodded. "I'll die for the safety of my home." Azriel didn't want to tell you how he understood. He didn't want to comfort you before doing what he was about to do. He sunk and twisted that blade into your left thigh, barely avoiding that crucial artery before pulling the blade out and putting it into your right hand, making you scream out and tears begin to fall. 

You don't know how long it went on for. Minutes, hours, days. He'd ask you the same three questions, anger setting in more and more for him as you denied him each time. You were beyond grateful were darkness found you again. Slipping into unconsciousness and falling limo against that stonewall.

Azriel lead Rhysand and Cassian to the room, opening it for him. He watched as Rhysand's face fell, his eyes going wide before he ran, ripping the heavy key ring from Azriel and unlocking the female prisoner. 

He went to the ground holding her, rocking her gently while he whispered to her it would be okay. "GO GET A FUCKING HEALER!" It wasn't Rhysand who yelled that at him, but his high lord commanding it. Cassian went instantly while Azriel stood paralyzed. 

"Sssssssshhhh," Azriel watched as Rhysand brushed a hair behind your ear. "You're okay little angel. It's going to be okay."

Azriel heard you speak weakly, "Icarus-"

Rhys interrupted voice broken, "Laughted as he fell and screamed to the winds. There's bitter triumph in failure, joy in the crash, and excitement in falling instead of soaring." The bargain and protect ward faded off of you, revealing those soft feathered wings. "I have you, y/n, you will be fine."

Azriel sat by your side on Rhysand's bitter angry orders. He didn't know how he didn't see it, those familiar doe eyes, that hair, your nose. Rhys was in the room, deep into a letter and scratching the parchment with rushed strokes. 

Parchment he was using to inform Maryam and Drakon of their youngest daughter's torture at Azriel's hands. Your little hand twitched in his and he moved instantly getting water ready for you as you shot awake, body fully healed from Madja, Rhysand, and Lucien's efforts. 

Rhys stiffened instantly, hearing the change in your breathing and set his pen down to come to your other side. "I'm glad you're awake." He offered gently. "Do you want anything?" 

You shook your head, moving closer to him and away from Azriel. It shouldn't have hurt him the way it did. But it had. It cut him deeply that his friend's daughter was afraid of him now. "I want to go home." 

Rhys nodded at the answer. "Why are you here, darling?"

"There was an Illyrian male flying over the ruins of Cretea. Why?"

Azriel shut his eyes. You had been sent as a contact point. He tortured not just his friend's daughter, but a potential allies' contact point. Rhysand inclined his head to Azriel. "I sent him to look for all of you and ask for help with the war we are about to face against Hybern. We assumed you all ran with Jurian looking for your mother." Rhysand offered you the water Azriel was holding. "Do you know if they will stand with us?" 

You shook your head in uncertainty. "I do not make those calls. My father and brothers do. I could have said yes before, but now, I-" You shook your head. "I do not know what dad will say when he hears of this."

Rhys nodded, understanding completely. "He would have never hurt you had he known. We understand why you were so heavily glamored. I know it is a lot to ask right now, but hopefully someday you'll understand why he did what he did."

Summer was beautiful, even if you were currently there being healed after one of Hyberns generals had singled you out. Madja was mending one of your wings, her wrinkled hands moving through the feathers and healing the bones slowly. 

Rhysand had pulled your father out moments ago, mentioning he had a prisoner that he needed your father to decide the fate of. 

You leaned further into Morrigan, appreciating the way she was comforting you by scratching your scalp with her long nails. She froze suddenly, face growing pale as she looked towards the entrance of the tent. Madja gasped loudly, leaving your back go look over who ever had just entered. 

Heavy footsteps made their way towards you, and you looked to see them belonging to a heavily siphoned male, blood soaking his armor and leather wings. You stared at Azriel's face, a brow raised, "Yes?"

"Your father sent me to inform you he is dead." You nodded, looking into those hazel eyes, "and that my debt is paid." You nodded again as Mor silently excused herself and Azriel took her place. 

"How'd you do it?"

Azriel chuckled. "Skinned him alive. One strip for every feather he ripped out and broken bone he gave you."

[chubby-aphrodite]

today, march 27, is the anniversary of the tenerife airport disaster of 1977. maybe take a moment to think about the lives lost in the deadliest disaster in aviation history. of the combined 644 passengers and crew of the two planes, only 61 survived. it was a whole lot of errors and circumstances piling up on each other, and it ended tragically. let's hope nothing like that happens again.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🖤 The Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) was signed into law on July 26, 1990. To commemorate the occasion, we celebrate Disability Pride Month each July. Disability Pride celebrates people with disabilities for who they are, as they are—no exceptions. To shine a light on the stories, voices, and experiences of disabled persons, here are a few beautiful, illuminating stories for #DisabilityPrideMonth.

[ List below. ]

💚 The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet ❤️ The Education of Pip 🤍 Get a Life, Chloe Brown 💛 Love From A to Z 💙 Only and Forever 🖤 On the Bright Side

💚 Into the Drowning Deep ❤️ Dragonfall 🤍 Cemetery Boys 💛 To Shape a Dragon's Breath 💙 Before the Devil Knows You're Here 🖤 Silver Under Nightfall

💚 Kinship and Kindness ❤️ A Power Unbound 🤍 Kit & Basie 💛 Key Lime Sky 💙 Fella Enchanted 🖤 Venom & Vow

💚 Fae's Freedom ❤️ Out on a Limb 🤍 A Taste of Gold Iron 💛 The Last Sun 💙 The Unwanted Prophet 🖤 Iron Widow

💚 The Spirit Bares Its Teeth ❤️ Stars in Their Eyes 🤍 At First Spite 💛 Phantom & Rook 💙 A Lady for a Duke 🖤 Don't Be a Drag

💚 Icarus - K. Ancrum ❤️ Cosmoknights 🤍 Nimona 💛 The Gentleman's Guide to Vice �� Paige Not Found 🖤 Tears in the Water

💚 The Secret Summer Promise ❤️ Love Letters for Joy 🤍 The Luis Ortega Survival Club 💛 The Year My Life Went Down the Toilet 💙 Will on the Inside 🖤 When the Angels Left the Old Country

💚 Disability Visibility ❤️ Run 🤍 We Are Never Meeting in Real Life 💛 Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens 💙 Sitting Pretty: The View From My Ordinary 🖤 The Pretty One

💚 Diary of a Young Naturalist ❤️ The Degenerates 🤍 Meet Me in Outer Space 💛 The Silence Between Us 💙 Haben: The Deafblind Woman Who Conquered Harvard Law 🖤 Cursed

💚 Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice ❤️ Your Hearts, Your Scars 🤍 Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability, and Making Space 💛 The Collected Schizophrenias 💙 Say Hello 🖤 My Body and Other Crumbling Empires

💚 Mean Baby ❤️ True Biz 🤍 We've Got This 💛 Losing Music 💙 Easy Beauty 🖤 Life on Delay

💚 Crop Kinship ❤️ Demystifying Disability 🤍 El Deafo 💛 Hummingbird - Natalie Lloyd 💙 Show Me a Sign 🖤 The Chance to Fly

💚 Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus ❤️ One for All 🤍 You, Me, and Our Heartstring 💛 All the Right Reasons 💙 The Bone Houses 🖤 Fearlessly Different

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Crowley makes an announcement and gets 2 Frustrated Fathers, 1 Hateful Husband, 1 Poison-Making Boyfriend, 1 Seething Twin Brother, and an all-powerful Dragon Fae.

[In The Auditorium]

Crowley (On the stage): Good Morning, students! I have an announcement to make! Night Raven College will be doing a Student Exchange Program with Royal Sword Academy and Noble Bell Academy! Four Students will be sent, 2 in each school, and for I am so brilliant, I have already selected the students and where they shall be going! The Students of Ramshackle Dorm shall be taking place in the Exchange Program!

Ramshackle Boys: WHAT?!

Crowley: My Hatchling Icarus & Jayden Viper will be attending Noble Bell while Darius Crewel & Marcus Trein shall attend Royal Sword! They will leave within 3 days and will be gone for a month!

Malleus: Child of Man shall not be going to NBC... not with Flamme there.

Jamil: I second that, but with Jayden!

Vil, holding Darius: Neige...

Azul, death grip on Marcus: Rielle...

Crewel: Crowley! Why them specifically?!

Trein: I refuse.

[ur-fav-is-aspec]

I’ve decided to make this blog for two reasons:

- a) I love submission blogs and I have a lot of character headcannons

- b) most the aspec submission blogs are inactive, and I can’t even find one that’s for the whole aspec community

- c) (ok so three reasons) I’m a part of the aspec community and I’d like us to share our aspec headcannons and ideas to make the aphobes angry!!

Hey hey hey, my name is Icarus, or Leonardo, though I go by many other names too, and I use he/she/they and it/fae/mer pronouns (shown in two separate lists for readability). I am a member of the aspec community and I run @ace-disgrace-withamace and the Instagram account @the.world.is.ace.here (along with my friend Rain)

I feel like i should include my whole label thingie here also because like. I’m running an aspec blog. So uh yeah

Im genderfluid, and sometimes agender

I am asexual

Now uh as for romantic orientation I am (checks notes)….

Demiromantic and aroflux as well as abroromantic and probably a ton of micro labels but I can’t remember them hooray

Ok so rules:

First of all, any hate speech of any kind will be deleted. I will not argue with bigots.

Aphobes of any kind are not allowed. Why would you be here anyways, it’s an aspec blog for stars sake

Characters are allowed to be submitted by different people multiple times, either with different headcannons or the same. This is because A) one character could be many different kinds of aspec B) I will not remember

Submit in the ask box please

All kinds of aspec headcannons are allowed, including aplatonic and afamilial (yall are just as valid, no matter what other people say)

Please do not submit any characters from Harry Potter or associated works by or involving J K Rowling.

Cannon submissions are allowed too!

Oh, also- please specify what media they’re from because I don’t want to accidentally do the wrong character

This may be updated at any time

[kailings]

Yooooo Icarus's first chapter for his story is out!!!!

[apollos-boyfriend]

just had the most beautiful concept of cmichael and alesa as that one "who do you think took your boobs" top surgery meme