#thread: sparrow

[supraxstcllas]

Sparrow tags.

[kelogsloops]

'The Surrender' releases as a print tomorrow, Thursday Nov 23rd, 12PM (PT) on my store!

This piece was from my solo exhibition a few years back titled, ’Sanctuary’. The theme of the show was centred around states of mental rest and respite. This piece was about envisioning the waves of thoughts that run through your mind: sometimes gentle, but sometimes crashing swells that leave you with no room to breathe or gasp for air. But in knowing that the waves are cyclical and eventually ease, she finds herself surrendering to the motions and trusting that it will be okay. 

NOTE: This gold-foil edition of this print will only be available for 72-hours & will not be available again thereafter.

#brbchasingdreams

[itsbrucey]

Actually guys it's fine. Willy is going to be in Heaven for 5 minutes and Darryl Wilson is going to open those gates back up, blood around his mouth, on his hands, on his shirt. Dragging Willy's corpse behind him. It's Fine Y'all Here's How We Can Still Win.

[merrick-of-violet]

"Mommy, please..."

He's been on his knees for hours, head resting on Merrick's thigh as he gazes up at her like she put each individual star in the sky while also managing to look like a man begging for a long-awaited meal.

"Please."

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole, mafia!Enzo <3

Merrick didn't really have any pressing matters to attend to at the moment. Well, not counting her sweet sparrow being pleasantly seated at her feet. One hand scribbles something down as the other cards through his hair, nails scratching along his scalp every few passes.

When he speaks up, she smiles and looks down at him. Such devotion in his gaze. It somehow makes her heart flutter and eyes glint mischievously at the same time.

"Yes, pet?" She asks, her voice soft and sweet as she gives his hair a tug. "What is it? Does someone want to play?"

[tanuki-kimono]

Perfect seasonal themed outfit, pairing suzume (sparrow) and sasa (bamboo). Kansuzume (lit. cold sparrow, sometimes drawn as little fluff balls/fukura suzume), is a beloved Winter motif which is found in classical litterature and art alike.

The subdued kimono as lovely urushi (lacquered thread) pattern, and I just love the dye work on the bamboo leaves!

[sintva]

˛ ⠀ * ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ continued — max & aster. @fcxglove

❛    i    mean    if    that    helps    you    in    someway,    sure    go    with    being    too    competitive.    ❜    he    stated,    his    tone    still    remained    light    only    now    laced    with    amusement.    a    single    brow    lifted    as    his    focus    remained    on    the    female.    she    had    quite    the    sass    to    her,    it    didn’t    bother    max    —    in    fact,    he    slowly    found    himself    getting    accustomed    to    it.    ❛    leave    you    in    peace?    now    that    wouldn’t    be    any    fun    for    me,    wouldn't    it?    i    quite    enjoy    getting    under    your    skin,    it’s    becoming    all    too    easy.    ❜

[cassynite]

“kissing them as a bribe to keep them in bed” for sparrow and daeran if inspiration strikes!

Thank you so much for the prompt Taylor!! Life really got in the way of getting this one done so it took a minute for me to write it but I had SO much fun once I did start it.

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Sparrow blinks awake in near-perfect darkness, the soft vague shapes around her only recognizable as her bedroom in Drezen through months of familiarity. Outside the stone walls, she can hear the faintest sounds of a city beginning to wake, shuddering against the pre-dawn chill, but it doesn't quite yet permeate the Citadel. It will be a while yet before sunrise.

It's only her rigid internal clock, trained to be up and moving before the sun, that drags her to consciousness. They had only returned from Wintersun last night and her body aches from long travel and the struggles they'd found there. She hadn't looked at a single problem that had accumulated in her time away, doing almost nothing except collapse into bed.

It's why she's so confused at the warmth at her back, cocooned with her under the thick blankets against the frigid air. From where the covers have slipped off her shoulders, a single, golden-skinned arm rests in front of her, draped over her hip and glowing faintly. She can just hear the gentle sounds of Daeran's breathing behind her, his breath ghosting against her ear.

Sparrow had half-thought it a dream, Daeran appearing in her quarters last night and laughing at her exhausted notice that she was not up for anything but sleep. "I know I have a reputation, but even I'm not in the mood tonight," he said, but then he hadn't left, either.

It was the first night he'd done that--slept with her, just sleep, ever since they first started their frequent liaisons.

Sparrow tries not to read too much into it. Daeran might have decided not to bother going back to his rooms on the north side of Drezen and stayed for convenience's sake; there didn't have to be any kind of emotional significance to him wanting to be in her company beyond sex. Certainly, if his presence last night had helped ease some of the heartache she carried from Wintersun, kept the nightmares of the villagers' screams at bay, then that was just a benefit for her. He hardly could have known about it when he'd tucked himself at her side.

It hurts a little that she wants it to be more than that. Daeran set his boundaries, made it clear what he expected of the relationship when they started--that this isn't one, not really, just some fun and something to distract and relax each other.

And it's a little relieving, to have it at that level--nothing too serious, nothing to get too attached to. Daeran will stay until he gets bored, because that's what he does, that's what he's told her he does, and one day he'll run off to the next shiny person that captures his interest and Sparrow will be an adult about it when that happens.

But. Sparrow knows she's never been good about separating what she wants from what she knows is the truth--that little seed of hope always blooms, frail and pathetic but still insistent. It grows in the roses that still decorate the war room, perpetually fresh and fragrant; it hides between the lines of the note that stays folded on her desk, Daeran's hand telling her to remember him when all else fades. It's in the ghostly apparition of the boy she'd seen at Heaven's Edge, who had everything ripped away from him and had been left utterly alone. Sparrow recognized that emotion, feels that same isolation in herself.

And ever since they started their not-relationship, that feeling of kinship has only grown stronger--she understands him better now, reads his moods more easily, understands his jokes and his thought processes from the late-night conversations they've taken to having, from the way he moves with her. She wants permanence, even if she wouldn't know what permanent would look like with them. Even though she knows that this is ephemeral, and she needs to listen to what he tells her and not just what she wants to hear.

His companionship has made the stress of leading an entire Crusade more bearable, and the feeling of actually being vulnerable with someone has been...nice. She shouldn't get upset that it isn't more, might not ever be more. She can temper her expectations.

Of course, she'd said the same thing when she let herself become friends with Woljif, who told her every moment he would leave, and then she was still devastated when he disappeared, still felt so relieved when he returned. But she can do better this time. She can still try.

And the first way she can do that is by not wallowing. The room has slowly grown brighter since she first opened her eyes, the beginnings of dawn peeking through the heavy curtains, and Sparrow can't justify staying in bed any longer. Daeran's breathing hasn't changed, still deep in sleep, but then she expects he won't rise until mid morning at the very earliest and wouldn't be surprised if she didn't see him awake before noon. Slowly, she slides across the bed, pulling up the covers to climb out without disturbing it too much--

The arm draped over her tightens, pulls her back under. Sparrow twists to look at Daeran's smooth, sleep-still face. A reflex? But then he grimaces, slitting his eyes open blearily. "Cold," Daeran mutters.

"I know, I'm sorry," Sparrow says. Guilt over waking him wars with something softer that sparks at seeing his mussed, open expression, free of artifice and polish. "It'll warm up quickly when I'm gone, just stay under the covers. I didn't mean to wake you."

Daeran blinks, unfortunately seeming to grow more awake with her words. "Is the fortress on fire? Or has someone died? I can't think of any other justifiable reason to be awake at this unholy hour."

That does draw a short huff of laughter from Sparrow. "I'm usually up at this time," she whispers. Really, he ought to know this by now. He's slept through plenty of mornings where Sparrow rose and left her rooms before he even flirted with consciousness. "Really, it's fine. Go back to sleep. I'll be quiet."

Daeran makes a noise of deep grievance. "It was past midnight when you finally went to sleep," he says. He pulls her closer and presses his lips against her shoulder, her neck, then the arc of her jaw. The touches leave spots of sparking heat in their wake, points of warmth that spread over her body like submerging into hot water. "After the nonsense we dealt with getting that key, you deserve more than four hours of sleep. The day can wait until it's actually day, for once."

That sounds so nice Sparrow struggles to remember the weight of all the tasks waiting for her, over a week's worth of administrative duties the excursion to Wintersun made her ignore. "I really--"

The words are cut off by a full kiss, soft and slow and then deepening. It's lazy and tired; Daeran is just as exhausted as she is. "It can wait. No one will care if you achieve some proper rest for once, and if they do you can welcome them to go hiking through these blighted lands in your stead. Stay. The bed is too warm to leave right now."

Maybe he's right. Sparrow certainly feels warm, warmer than even the heavy blankets and Daeran's body can explain. Slowly, she settles back down, facing him this time, hesitantly slotting her body against his. Daeran's arm wraps back around her body, and she closes her eyes.

Sparrow never stays in bed past sunrise. And yet, it is the easiest thing in the world to fall back asleep.

[familyvideostevie]

Howdy, friend! As someone who recently stumbled upon your content and is also ride or die for penny & sparrow — just dropping in to say that your tlou fic titles are an absolute DELIGHT

Your taste? Impeccable. Your writing? Beautiful. Your creativity? Masterful. Your vibes? Fantastic.

OH MY GOD. I’ve been over here titling all of my Joel fics with penny & sparrow lyrics hoping someone would notice someday 😭😭😭 you just MADE MY DAY!! they’re one of my absolute favorite bands. come chat w me about them I’m begging you.

and thank you for reading!!! you’re very kind. I’m so glad you found me!!! 🫶🏻

[trickstercaptain]

HAPPY DECADE MY BUDDY. i can't imagine the last ten years on this site without your talent and creativity. I am so grateful that Killian managed to piss Jack off in .5 seconds back in the very beginning, its led to such a great dynamic. And I am even more thankful to be able to still call you a writing partner and friend. Tumblr wouldn't be the same without you and Jack (or any of your muses) and your fabulous writing !!

asdfkjsd LUCAS !! thaaank you i am so honoured to join your fabled ranks in the decade club lmao. honestly though i want to uno reverse all of the stuff you've mentioned here, there is absolutely zero way that i would still be here on tumblr writing ( much less still writing jack ) if it wasn't for those rp partners like you who have given me such rewarding dynamics over the years. not to get mushy on main but jack & killian is one of my all time FAVES because i always find that it's relatively easy to find someone to write close platonic/romantic bonds with ( i feel like that's par for the course on tumblr dot com ), but it's surprisingly difficult to find someone who will commit to writing an antagonistic push and pull dynamic in so many different forms and verses and for so long ?? these two hate each other, they sometimes work together and hate each other less and yet the dynamic still always feels so fresh and fun to write no matter the verse or situation we throw them into. some of my all time favourite threads have been with you + killian. you're amazing lucas, never forget it, ily <3

[aristobun]

i made icons for a new drabble before i passed out last night so i’m gonna get started on that first and then hopefully hop over to my rp blog and get replies done :D i have not written, for at least seven years, helene and sparrow’s pairing, so i’m gonna be rusty, but i got this! unexpectedly fell into my lap at some point yesterday evening to write them together again.

[kaseyskat]

happy wip weds from my transfem sparrow fic uhhhh did anyone order a side of twin angst?

[thefvrious]

@barkskins 05/06

another beautiful show down for the books, axl thinks as he winds down, gets ready for the post-show interview with one sparrow moore. he's heard her show, thinks she's interesting, and easy on the eyes, too. the high from such a successful show and the fact that zayd and rhythm are each in tremendous moods only serves to boost his own so he brings her a beer, lime in the neck, and plops down beside her, sweat dripping down his unruly curls as he offers her the beverage and a charming smile. "care for a one-on-one before we get to the nitty-gritty?"

[shefatalesarch]

ELIZABETH BEGAN TO APPROACH JACK her head shaking some as she breathed in. the curses of the oceans destroyed, will returned and with it … danger. will was not the only thing freed when their son acted as quickly as he had. “he’s back, jack.” she spoke her voice in a matter of firmness in hopes of expressing just how serious this was. he had been there with her son and while she was thankful for that in her own way, they had a very common enemy and a danger before them. “and we need your help.”

@dreamingonthedaily ♥ for a starter from elizabeth swann for captain jack sparrow

[stxriesfromasharchive]

@parvamundi continue from xx

Cheesy pick up lines, he was full of them - 7 times out of ten they worked, which wasn't ball at all. And lucky for him, that corny charm of his worked once again.

"Well, thank you," he said, sliding into the seat next to her, his gaze rarely breaking from hers. He was looking to have a good time tonight, often that entailed the company of a lady friend but not every time had to be. Of course, his eye had been caught by her in particular and he decided to take a chance. So far, so good.

"My name's Isaac," he holds out his larger by comparison hand, intending to be gentle if it was taken. "I hope that wasn't too corny for you, I just couldn't help myself ; seeing you from across the room, you just took my breath away." The corner of his mouth pulled upward, parting slightly to bare a cheeky grin. "I had to see if I could steal it back."

[gypsybelladonna]

tag drop for sparrow parker

[simpingforstardew]

a mini cozy harvey smut would be amazing if possible ❤️ 🤭

no pressure of course!

pairing: sdv harvey x reader

synopsis: one mini cozy harvey smut, coming right up~ just some fluffy smut, pretty much no plot ♡ i really hope you like it !!

warnings: 18+ smut (minors dni), reader is described as having a vagina, oral sex (reader receiving).

word count: 1.3k

Sparrows chirp outside as rays of the spring sunrise filter through your sheer curtains, casting a golden glow into the room. Beneath the layers of yarn blankets enveloping the bed, you luxuriate in their comforting embrace, basking in the tranquillity of the early morning.

Beside you, Harvey stirs, stretching languidly while he haphazardly pushes the duvet off his body. As he arches his back slightly, the fabric of his white t-shirt obediently follows the movement, riding up to reveal a glimpse of his belly underneath and the happy trail that adorns his midsection. Your eyes follow the trail down to his green plaid boxers, hanging loosely on his hips.

“Darling, you’re staring.” Harvey whispered through a grin, his morning voice more gruff than usual; his eyes slowly adjusting to the light.

You smile in spite of the blush that warms your cheeks, “I’m allowed, aren’t I?”

The doctor rubs his heavy eyes as a soft chuckle escapes his lips, “Shh, come here, you’re-,” A yawn interrupts him, “You’re so far away.”

“I’m only on my side of the bed, Harv,” You giggle, shuffling towards your boyfriend, “‘s not that far.”

He wraps you protectively in his arms, one hand lightly massaging your back while the other finds itself on the back of your head, pushing you comfortably into the warmth of his chest. Harvey’s chypre scent was just as comforting as the embrace. Your calloused fingers trace shapes into the skin under his t-shirt, trying to remember where each mole and freckle is.

“I love you, y’know?” You whisper, looking up at him as another smile tugs on his lips.

“Of course, I just hope you know that I love you more.” He kisses your forehead. You still weren’t used to the tickle of his moustache.

You reach a hand up to caress his soft cheeks, while his viridescent eyes scan your face— as if he was memorising every feature. Harvey’s strong arms pull you impossibly closer as you stare at his mouth, your thumb delicately brushes along his lower lip.

Before you could tease him for the flush that was quickly colouring his cheeks, he leans down to kiss you.

His lips, soft and yielding, already carried the faint taste of coffee; it was intoxicating. A soft whine escaped his lips as you threaded your fingers through his dark hair, still tousled from sleep. Touching him feels like heaven; tasting him is like indulging in a forbidden fruit. It was the kind of adoration that devotees created worship for.

You hadn’t realized how desperately you needed this until this moment, a moment in which you two are the only people awake in the valley. Every sensation seems to converge into a single, overwhelming need for closeness.

Harvey’s large hand moves down to your thigh as it rests on his hip, tugging you desperately towards him, as he deepens the kiss. This kiss is nothing like your first just weeks ago: a gentle, yet nervous confession. This is carnally unrestrained; honest.

“Please I-,” the whispered plea slips out of your kiss bitten lips.

“Fucking insatiable,” Harvey chuckles softly, his lips still brushing against your own, before rolling to cage you between his arms. With your back now pressed against the plush sheets, Harvey took the opportunity to tug off his wrinkled t-shirt, fumbling with the hem before discarding it on the floor. With anybody else, at any other time in his life, perhaps he would have been too insecure to do so.

Harvey’s large frame hovers over you, his hand gentle on your neck as he leans in close. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers; you feel the warmth of his breath caress your ear, “I need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, you’re killing me here— Please, I…” you beg, voice reduced to a hoarse whisper, “I need you, Harvey.”

He kisses down your neck, nipping just to see you squirm, as his hand caresses your chest beneath your t-shirt.

“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate,” he continues to praise you between kisses, marking your most sensitive areas as he makes his way down your body, “So pretty.”

As he shuffles down the bed, he lifts up your t-shirt to kiss your belly— blowing the occasionally raspberry in response to your embarrassed whines. You look down to see him comfortably snug underneath the duvet, kissing your inner thighs with delicate reverence before meeting your gaze.

“Hi.” he smiles, chuckling as he looks at you longingly.

“Hi.” you respond breathlessly, stroking the brunette waves of his hair. You involuntarily tighten your grasp when you feel the warmth of his breathe tease your clothed pussy; a sinful moan escapes his lips in response.

“Careful, darling,” Harvey exhales, “You don’t want me to come that fast, do you?”

Your breath hitches as you hopelessly buck your hips, feeling both of Harvey’s large hands reach to grab your ass “N-no, fuck— sorry.”

Your wetness soaks through your underwear as you feel Harvey’s deft fingers rub slow circles on your clit; his other hand moving to diligently massage your tense hips. Despite the doctor’s dominant act, you could feel him grinding against the soft mattress as he pants pathetically. He glances up with puppy dog eyes, through the hair that had cascaded down his face, to watch for your reactions.

“Do you-,” you whimper, interrupted by the increasing speed of your boyfriend’s fingers, “Do you want to fuck me, puppy?”

“More than I’ve wanted anything,” Harvey sits up, tugging off your underwear, “but right now, I need to taste you.”

Harvey is quick to begin lapping up your juices, occasionally moaning to send vibrations through your sensitive cunt. He is committed to satisfying every inch of your sex so much it almost overstimulates you. His hot mouth, his coarse moustache, his wet tongue, all determined to make you climax.

“So gorgeous for me like this, darling,” Harvey gasps; all you can do— all you want to do— is whimper and moan as you weakly grind against his face.

Slowly, he pushes two fingers inside you— the mess of your anticipation from Harvey’s unrelenting praise making the perfect lube. The delectable stretch just barely satisfies the heavy ache in your pussy; so you roll your hips in time with his digits as they slide in and out, hitting just the right spot. With his fingers fucking you, he continued to eat you out like a man starved. You spread your legs further when he pulls you closer to his face, resting one thigh on Harvey’s shoulder.

“Mmm, p-please.. Fuck—” your moans were becoming unintelligible, your boyfriend’s ministrations unravelling you completely, “Please, Harv’— I’m so close.”

Snapping your hips back and forth, Harvey’s nose nudges against your clit as he groans beneath you; you quickly came undone. As you stumble blissfully towards your release, your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth falls slack; wanton cries fill the room. You feel your legs continue to shake when Harvey pulls his fingers out, the absence of his touch making you whine.

“So good for me, I got you. There you go—,” Harvey soothes; as you open your eyes again, you’re greeted by the sight of him sucking your juices from his fingers. His unwavering eye-contact leaving you breathless, “All for me.”

He makes his way back up the bed, bringing you back into his arms as you catch your breath; after a few moments, your light-headedness fades as you ground yourself in his embrace.

“Wait, Harv—” you mumble, “What time is it? You don’t have to be in the clinic today do you?”

“Shh, don’t you worry, Maru has everything sorted out for today,” he traces shapes in your back, almost lulling you back to sleep, “How about I get you some water while you go to the toilet, then I can make us some breakfast? Is that ok, honey?”

You nuzzle into his chest, nodding emphatically to his morning plans, “Sounds perfect.”