#when i get home tho i will play the feather toy with her and let her on the screened porch

[guinevereslancelot]

quick everyone say happy birthday to my cat

[ravenbara]

Hello! How are you and the furry and winged family doing? Seeing your name in my notifications makes me happy, and I just wanted to say hello, how are you???

hello! than you so much for reaching out.

honestly? i've been surviving. i've been waiting for a virtual appointment with a judge to determine my eligibility for federal disability and i've been having some existential crisis about it. i know that i cannot work enough to survive, i am in too much pain and working at a level that was breaking me i was at maximum of 25 hours per week at a job that dissolved early pandemic. turns out i have joints that like to slip out of place in addition to the chronic, constant pain around my shoulder blades that radiates up and down my spine with stress....... like a pandemic type of never ending stress..... and my mother has compromised lungs so i am extra cautious about her exposure and do my best to limit what she is exposed to through me.... not that my house mate or her daughter who lives five minutes away are anywhere near as cautious. and the daughter will rely on us (if a weekday that means mostly me) to watch her dog when i have had zero notice, on top of the two dogs we already have here.... who have gotten in fights and i'm still healing from an urgent care level of dog bite to my hand from their last fight. the dogs are so sweet to people and i love them but damn they add extra stress and are an emotional drain and more labor expected of me that i seem to be the only one who thinks of watching them as labor since it exhausts me to care for them well (which i am learning i am the only one giving them this level of care and for the anxious one who lives here, the emotional support he needs). but i'm living through my animals mostly

momo is doing really well, juuuust turned 10 years old, and she is loving all the extra time i have at home and really flourishing and getting sweeter all the time, she is next to me in the living room travel cage as a type. the living room travel cage is due to the dogs being able to catch things out of the air and having faster than me reflexes so the cage barrier keeps them safe and has food and water and toys and rotating fresh food and all kinds of goodies. mo has been really getting into playing with and throwing plastic toys around without chewing them up. she likes them to be roughly the size of her head so she can hold it in her foot and explore the surface before she throws it on the floor XD

harr is doing pretty well, getting usually two outside leash yard walkies a day depending on weather and my energy. we are getting really good at communicating through the leash and talking to each other. he tells me where he wants to go and if it is safe i let him, if not i do a couple quick tug and releases on the leash and talk to him to guide him away.... sometimes he still reeeeallllly wants to go somewhere he shouldnt' (like under the shed where the wild buns live) and we have a conversation about it,but overall reallllly good communication happening with us. he recently has had some good front yard trips and usually just does backyard but this does mean that he has to have pine sap worked out of his toes occasionally, but coconut oil does the trick to break it up.

zodi, has had a few vet appointments recently to try and get her skin condition improved, skin is probably better??? but feathers are definitely worse, still super sweet with me and we communicate well together. loves to run around my shoulders and snuggle under my chin when we have bedroom cuddle time, and also loves to sit and watch house activity from the travel cage.... ooor just nap with me in the living room cage if i'm napping in my chair. we have an excellent vet tho, he knows birds very well and is helping explore all the options to see if she can find medical help for her issues.

the housemates dogs are.... well.... sherm is anxious as ever, especially with the changing weather bringing wind and storms that make trees rain branches and cones on the roof and with his grandma (my housemate) having wonky work schedules due to a work change and being too exhausted to do anythign with him when she does get home aaaaand....

her dog, nari... is really not well. she is not processing the nutrients of a lot of her food and her intestines are inflamed. at least she also has an excellent vet, a couple of them actually, but is still not doing well medically and we are fighting with her and for her.

then there is pippi, the housemate's daughters dog... who we see more of than the daughter much to sherm's dissapointment. but at least sherm loves pippi dearly, he just wishes he saw more of his original mom in this family than he gets to. pippi is still a decently young chaos monster but is starting to be able to be reasoned with (in dog terms of course)

but we are all surviving, bits of thriving here and there but we are getting along at the very least.

[riathenowheregirl]

Gold Dust Women: My Favorite Witchy Singers

Okay, before you burn me alive with “Where’s this certain artist?!” or “Why is this certain artist not here?!” or “Who even uses Tumblr these days?”, uhmmm me bish?? It’s my safe zone. Okay, the last question was a joke. 

Can I just say that the amazing women on this list are artists I listen to all the time. They’re my favorites, so chill (I’m open for suggestions tho). This is not Rolling Stone or Billboard magazine, it’s just ya girl’s good ol’ tumblr blog. Also, I’m not saying that all of them are literal w i t c h e s, it’s just that they portray the same aesthetic through their art and music. 

Alright, now that’s settled, let’s start.

1. STEVIE NICKS 

Do I even need to explain this? Stevie is undoubtedly the Etheral Queen of them all, the Pioneer, the O.G. Supreme whose lyrical soul and spellbinding voice echoes from the distant past to the inevitable future. Everything about her oozes with witchcraft and magic starting from her iconic top hat, to her millions of intricately made shawls, down to her platform boots. Only Stevie Nicks could pull off such Not-of-this-Era outfits and she has been doing it CONSISTENTLY. She’s in a timeline of her OWN. If you listen to her music, you would notice that every song of hers is poetry, like she’s telling a story or conjuring the unknown. She’s every witchy woman’s icon and that’s a fact.

Stevie is an untouchable yet gracious legend, we’ll always be a part of her sisterhood until the day of earth’s decay. Forever the Queen of Rock N’ Roll. 

Current Favorite Stevie Lyrics:  “ You can fly swinging from your trapeze, scaring all the people...but you'll never scare me.”  |   “Once in a million years a lady like her rises. Oh no, Rhiannon, you cry, but she's gone and your life knows no answer.”

Notice how I used the word “current”? Because it always changes depending on the state my life. Here’s a more detailed post on why I love her.   

2. KATE BUSH 

“Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home, I'm so cold! Let me in through your window!”

The eccentric beauty, Kate Bush made a genius, artistic move by writing a song about the book, Wuthering Heights, written by Emily Brontë in the 1800′s. Mind you, she was only 18 when she wrote and was the first song written by a female artist that landed on top the charts. Her voice is almost as distinctive as Stevie Nicks. While Stevie’s more nasal, commanding, wailing rock n’ roll goddess, Kate’s voice was high-pitched, alarming, ghostly, queer, and fairy-like. Everything about her is Performance Art. This is a woman who is not afraid to express herself.

For starters, you might think her music is strange and weird. Trust me, I felt the same way when I first heard her songs. But then, it began to grow on me leaving floral patterns on its path. 

Favorite Kate Bush Lyrics:  “Do you want to feel how it feels? Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making? You, it's you and me.”

3. FLORENCE WELCH 

This one is as obvious as Stevie Nicks. Florence Welch from the band, Florence + the Machine, is a poetess, a screaming banshee, and a full-pledged Sister of the Moon. She even started a witch coven during middle school. From her red carpet looks to her everyday outfits on Instagram, Florence vibrates powerful witch energy. Not to mention she has a song called “Which Witch” and that haunting music video for Big God with levitating women. Flo is not a woman to trifle with, I’ll tell you that. 

Photos courtesy of @lillieeiger

In all her songs, Florence will bind you with magic and it’ll leave you breathless. If Stevie’s songs are poetry, hers are spells you could sing out loud. Also, if you haven’t seen her house tour, go check it now! 

Favorite Florence Welch Lyrics: “'Cause I am done with my graceless heart so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart.”  |  “And in a moment of joy and fury I threw myself in the balcony like my grandmother so many years before me.”

4. LANA DEL REY

Remember when Lana used witchcraft to hex Donald Trump? It was all over the news and Twitter went wild. She was later quoted saying, “I really do believe that words are one of the last forms of magic and I’m a bit of a mystic at heart.” Oh, and she also did a collab with Stevie. 

We. Stan. Forever.

There was even a time that I MEMORIZED the monologue in the music video for Ride. ALL OF IT, HUNNY. 

Lana’s hypnotizing vocals together with her sixties baby doll dresses and Priscilla Presley hair is enough to convince me that she’s not of this era. She has a deep understanding of the beauty of past generation and the looming sadness and nostalgia that comes with it. Whenever I listen to her music, I imagine myself as a rockstar’s muse who is involved with the mafia but then I decided to leave him while taking his gun and convertible. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Favorite Lana Del Rey Lyrics: “Well, my boyfriend's in the band. He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed. I've got feathers in my hair, I get down to Beat poetry. And my jazz collection's rare, I can play most anything.”

5. LORDE 

David Bowie didn’t call her the “future of music” for nothing. Just two albums under her belt, Lorde already proved that she will one day become a legend herself. Her music narrates an unparalleled interpretation of the anguish and fleeting charm of our youth. She knows what we’re feeling because she’s been there herself and is on the road to healing just like us. 

I think the message she’s trying to say is that we’re constantly losing grip on our innocence, and that life is often wicked so we need to accept that, grit our teeth, get on with it, and make art. She can also see color when she hears music. 

In my opinion, Lorde is one of the greatest artists of my generation. 

Favorite Lorde Lyrics: “The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy till all of the tricks don't work anymore, and then they are bored of me.”  |   “That slow burn wait while it gets dark, bruising the sun, I feel grown up with you in your car. I know it's dumb.” 

6. FKA TWIGS

Honestly, FKA Twigs is literally art in living form, a celestial angel that nobody can easily decipher. This woman has more talent in her fingertips than I could ever have in a lifetime. She somehow reminds me of a young Kate Bush; fearless, experimental, with an intoxicating voice. She never stops reinventing herself and it’s beautiful.

In FKA Twigs’ world, there are no limits, just endless galaxies. She pours her whole being in all of her songs and it shows. She’s not for the faint of heart, let me tell you that. 

Favorite FKA Twigs Lyrics:  “And I don't want to have to share our love. I try but I get overwhelmed. All wrapped in cellophane, the feelings that we had.” 

7. SKOTT 

I say this all the time, but I cannot write without Skott’s music blasting on my earphones. She grew up in a “forest commune run by outcast folk musicians” and was not exposed to contemporary music until her teen years. You would notice it in her songs. 

It’s hard to explain why, but listen to Skott’s music when there’s thunder and rain outside, then you’ll know why this woman is witchy. I kind of want her to be more popular and known, but then again, I also want to keep her to myself. Scratch that, LISTEN TO SKOTT’S MUSIC NOW. 

Start with Glitter & Gloss. 

Favorite Skott Lyrics: “Like an empty canvas, hear me cry. Like a masterpiece, I'm in your eyes. Now your colors are in front of me, we're a picture-perfect oddity.”

8. FIRST AID KIT 

I fell in love with this sister duo when I first heard their song, Emmylou, while browsing YouTube. It’s one of those moments of instant magic. Klara and Johanna Söderberg are a coven of their own. I would describe their music as “Woodland Folk laced with runes and wild flowers”. 

Their voices compliment each other so much that it reminded me of Simon & Garfunkel (they even performed their own version of America in front of Paul Simon!!!). First Aid Kit has this Woodstock seventies vibe, and you know me, I live for that sh*t. 

Favorite First Aid Kit Lyrics: “ When I run through the deep dark forest long, after this begun, where the sun would set, the trees were dead and the rivers were none. And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place, but there was no sound there was only me, and my disgrace.”

9. ZOLA JESUS

Zola Jesus’ music deserves to be played with an orchestra inside an abandoned castle in Transylvania while it gently rains and you’re wearing a white nightgown as you roam its empty halls. Is that too much?

 Not at all. 

Like Skott, I listen to Zola whenever I’m having writer’s block. If I ever finish my book, I’m gonna have to thank them. 

Favorite Zola Jesus Lyrics: “I'm on my bed, my bed of stones, but in the end of the night we'll rest our bones, so don't you worry. Just rest your head cause in the end of the night we'll be together again.”

10. ZELLA DAY 

Photo Credits to Harper Smith

I LOVE ZELLA DAY’S MUSIC OH MY GOODNESS. My favorite songs of her are Sweet Ophelia, Hypnotic, Man on the Moon, and Hunnie Pie. ESPECIALLY HUNNIE PIE. I cry whenever I hear that song. It’s just so pure, calming, and beautiful. 

Her music belong in the psychedelic era. 

People labeled her as the “happier version of Lana Del Rey” but I think she’s in a league of her own. She deserves more recognition, honestly! 

Favorite Zella Day Lyrics: “The older we get there's an ocean of people in places we've chosen and you know how mama keeps saying “we've gotta stop the games we're playing””. 

Hope you guys approve of my list! I really like sharing stuff that I love! Feel free to message me for more suggestions, I’d really appreciate to know more witchy artists out there. We’re all in a huge coven of sisterhood. 

Thanks for reading!

Love, 

Ria  🌙

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[beepbopboyathon]

heyo, sorry if it’s late, it’s past midnight here but I was just scrolling through! any ideas about the main 6 with an MC that has a pigeon familiar?? that’s my apprentice’s familiar and I’d be interested to see your take on it!!

that's a fitting username lol

Pigeon Familiar with main 6

Asra

Will teach you different ways you can use your familiar with your magic

Saves all the feathers that your bird may lose in a jar

If your pigeon is one of the ones with the iridescent feathers he will sometimes hold it in his palm and move around to watch the light reflect off it

Your pigeon has a little nest built in the rafters of the shop

If your pigeon lays eggs Faust has gotten a stern talking to about how she can’t eat them

He’ll bring them big sunflowers to eat the seeds out of whenever he finds some on his trips

Nadia

Your pigeon has the best enclosure ever

Your familiar and Chandra are bffs

Sometimes you’ll find them sleeping under Chandra’s wing

She always makes sure your familiar is well taken care of

Whatever seeds it eats she will have planted in the garden

The stereotype that all pigeons are dirty doesn’t bother her at all and she will proudly walk into a meeting with your pigeon on her shoulder

Julian

Malak can now share his “make sure Julian doesn’t get himself into trouble” duties with your pigeon

Julian already has a nest in his house so you pigeon has a place to stay when you’re at his house

He’s very fond of your familiar even if he doesn’t understand the whole magical companion thing

One day he comes home dragging a birdbath that he found on the side of the road

Occasionally your pigeon will decide to nest in his hair, it’s even funnier when both Malak and your pigeon try to do it at the same time

Whenever he’s singing and playing his vielle your pigeon coo along with it

Portia

She’s fine with them as long as they don’t act like Camio

Your both a little worried about how Pepi is going to react to having a bird around but everything ends up fine

Your familiar gets a lot of variation in its diet, lots of bread crusts and different seeds

Sometimes she’ll even make poppy seed muffins just because she feels like spoiling your pigeon

She’ll teach your pigeon a few tricks that she learned from watching the bird trainers at the palace

Portia will use your pigeon a messenger bird on busy days at the palace

Muriel

They were instantly best friends when they met

In the forest, your pigeon has plenty of places to roost or make a nest

Muriel would find some way to incorporate the pigeon's fallen feathers into his protection charms

He’s totally gonna be baby-talking your familiar whenever it flies up to him or sits on his shoulder

He’ll carve it a little birdbath and a perch for the shop

Muriel is going to spoil the hell out of your familiar

Lucio

He’ll have trainers work with it and teach them lots of cool tricks

He gets very excited about you two both having birds for a familiar

Lucio already has a bird room for Camio with lots of perches and toys and encourages you to let your familiar use it too

He has the pigeon ride around on his shoulder almost as much as you do

Lucio would have a perch installed onto the headboard of the bed so your pigeon can sleep close to you

He knows all the best soaps for keeping a bird's feathers soft

Guess who spontaneously decided to dye their hair red!!! My ask box is now empty so feel free to send in more asks, I have some stuff planned to post that's not ask related too tho

[pwnyta]

POKEMON DOODLES. BETCHA DIDNT SEE THAT COMING.

These mediocre doodles are mostly for Omi. Theyre not even real characters from the games/show... its just... dont worry about it. Since im lazy its all just sketchy doodles. ((A shit ton of them under the cut!))

Hugo (Nat- ):

Candy (Nat- Naive): A not all together newbie. Im sure she was delighted to get he codename... and then less delighted that there was someone already called ‘Candyman‘.

Scarecrow or just ‘Crow’ (Nat- Modest): A spooky man who’ll fit whatever roll he needed for. Very flexible. Has an easy personality to deal with though hes not very forthcoming about himself personally... might be better in a job like this.

Lock (Nat- Quiet):

Doc (Nat- Careful): He has a lot of information on almost everyone... aside from Sickle whos doctor is Emanuel. Hes not a fighter and refuses to evolve because his tail was mutilated and he can be a Slowbro anymore. Hes somehow gained a weirdly dark organ harvester rep... maybe because hes rarely seen and peoples imagination go wild... but to the people under his care hes just a nice, tiny guy who does a good job of patching them up quickly. He will smuggle drugs however because now he gets to work in better conditions under Sickle... hes also got a strange morbid sense of humor.

Wisp (Nat- Hasty): An ice queen type, kinda haughty and smug but shes got the skills to back that up so no one can talk shit. Like ‘sure shes an asshole... but shes not wrong‘. She tries to work WITH people just so she can get them the fuck away from her as quickly as possible. She doesnt appreciate people overstaying their welcome and prefers to go solo. If she needs a partner she prefers another woman or at least a pretty man... but someone like Link or Skim would be better.

Skim (Nat- Sassy): Honestly just a nod to Catwoman in general.

Father (Nat- Serious): A very religious man, mute, demands perfection. If you work for him and fuck up and embarrass him youre in for a world of hurt.  No matter how fond he may seem to be towards someone this is true. He doesnt play favorites and he doesnt want anyone under him to stagnate. You push yourself or HE’LL PUSH YOU. The operatives working under him are jokingly referred to as his ‘kids‘. Toward his equals he can be respectful... or maybe just tolerant.

Perma (Nat- Adamant): A cruel efficient lady. Has a thing for blades which is possibly why she has no trouble working for a guy like Sickle. The fact hes not interested piques her interest in him even more.

Gadget (Nat- Rash): Tries to be a fun gamer girl but her short temper makes it hard. Some suggest her codename should be ‘Tripwire‘ because of how unpredictably dangerous she can be... but she disagrees BECAUSE SHES A FUCKING DELIGHT. Can be a bit of a troll... and not the goofy fun kind (the malicious I’ll ruin your life if you cross me kind).

Blink (Nat- Calm) A Very obedient and very smart. Has a really droning dull voice and never loses his temper. Hes good at calming a certain Luxray down.

Mele (IDK)

Wool (Nat- Sassy) Plays dumb and pretty but hes rather clever and is a fun loving fella. Has a French accent. Master of disguise!

Wreckingball (Nat- Hardy): Has no real talent or skill. Hes just a tough bastard you call in if you need to fuck some shit up. Hes probably one of the more pleasant agents in Sickles crew and is chummy... probably not the greatest idea considering his coworkers are a bunch of shady assholes.

Mittens (Nat- Jolly): Hes another rather nice agent of Sickles. But hes not a dumbass like Wreckingball and has become of the head of the Sigma divison. He is a bit reckless tho. He can shoot his arms off and use them as weapons so he occasionally wears prosthetic arms and spends a lot of time with Doc.

Prick (Nat- Impish) Hes a smarmy lad who enjoys talking vaguely and annoying people. HIS NAME IS APPROPRIATE AND HE LOVES IT.

River (Nat- Naughty): Flirty and dangerous. Hes a killer but hes quick and efficient doesnt draw out anyones death. Not because hes nicer or squeamish or anything its because torture isnt in his job description. Hes great at getting people to think he honestly cares and like using built trust to crush his victims. He also like cucumbers! He somehow gets along well with Madam even though theyre both just being fake bitches.

Madam (Nat- Mild): Looks very dainty and delicate and uses peoples desire to please a pretty woman to take advantage of them. Shes not shy about minor edits to peoples memories to help her get away even though its illegal.

Cleo (Nat- Docile):

Cresent the Shiny Lycanroc (dusk form. Nat- relaxed)

Link the Golisopod (Nat- Quiet)-

Methuselah the Drampa (Nat- Mild)

Viola the Chatot (Nat- Naughty)

Sandstorm the Flygon (Nat- Adamant)... Her personality is like that of a strict teacher dont let her have a ruler unless you wanna get spanked. Shes neat and detail oriented and because shes so outwardly respectable... no one would ever suspect shes a fucking thief. Shes a collector of rare and valuable books and of course prefers original copies. Her social skills arent grea unless shes pretending to be someone shes not and gets embarrassed if she reveals too much about herself to anyone.

Cavendish the Tropius (Nat- Lax). Her personality is like shes on autopilot, she gets shit done but shes sorta checked out. Shed much rather just stay home but she also got expensive tastes and shes not rich.

Alkaloid (Nat- Lonely): A gloomy lass that craves companionship. Shes not great at making connections to people which is fine for her position but really wants to have someone to click with. After she lost her eye she became even more distant with people. Shes rather fond of Doc though their relationship is rather one sided... her projecting some strange friendship on him because he cares for her and keeps her secrets... but hes a doctor and its kind of his job.

Blanco (Nat- Quirky): A vain dramatic ladies man. Is a skilled in his job (of course) but he hates when hes gotta tone back his extravagant life. After a long job he likes to surround himself with lively people and have some fun. He thinks he works VERY well with others and thinks himself a perfect partner.... most find him obnoxious and a lot have told him so... he just takes all criticism as jokes and lets it roll off him. If nothing else hes very positive!

Mistletoe (Nat- Serious): He seems cold and scary but hes a man of honor (for a guy who tortures people for a living anyway). He refuses to harm anyone weaker than him and is very caring of children and will step in if he sees some injustice if he can. Rouge agents, traitors,and shit like that though... hes ruthless and is very good at prying information out of them.  His hobby of developing new and dangerous poisons/chemicals are often tested on whoever hes toying with. ((He should have spots on the light red parts of his jacket... I forgot them IDK how OH WELL. I wanna tweak his costume a bit anyways. Vileplume colors are so bleh.))

Dust (Nat- Calm): Outwardly very charming but theyre not as sweet as they seem on the inside. Dust doesnt need to bring their victims in any kind of room to do their dirty work and prefers using their dust and psychic abilities to just mind fuck their victims into submission.

The Candyman the Alolan Muk (Nat- Quiet) is an annoyingly patient man and the perfect guy to call if you need to teach someone a lesson. If no one else can do it... THE CANDYMAN CAN. IDK what that Mr Mime did but he pissed Sickle off... Candyman has one weak point and thats his poor eyesight... and he’ll get very annoyed if you touch his glasses.

Doc gets a penpal.

BB Sparky helps Boat be a Pichu with the clever use of feathers and a pink marker.

Lees a hit with his mommas work friends.

Lee and his kids. (Sam and Sparky are his kids occasionally.) Hes a stronk boy but his health isnt the best... even Sam can feel a little guilty and worried when he causes trouble for his friend.

Alex is not an easy man to anger and hes very dangerous when hes angry but no matter how pissed off he is... just seeing Lee can sweep that all away. Alex can get away with a lot... but Lee still wont let him wear his preferred fighting attire. QQ so mean.

I revamped Boats friend Arcane. Hes a cop. ...he mostly hangs out with other dogs but also Boat. Nice guy, very righteous but also kind of a prideful asshole sometimes.

Ray revamp.

I made Sandy shiny because the black looked cool.

Some cops.

Another scientist

TAPUS!!!

Halos childhood friend turned criminal.

Stan and Davy fam!! Stans mum is a detective, his dad is a stay at home dad.

Davys mum is an ~*~ARTIST~*~ especially in fashion but shes flexible and creative... and very spontaneous and his dad is former military turned workhorse for his wife. Hes good at sewing with all his tentacles.

Although her desire to have a kid was random and ill thought out... they werent as awful at being parents as he thought.

Another Ray! Mega Manectric and Hebenon.

BB Pokemon Quest crew.

I forgot to add Ho-Oh Lugia

And the trios.

[squaaash]

OKAY

this is really long buckle in I had this idea and it won't leave me alone, also it turned out angstier than expected If anyone wants to write this pls do and lmk cause I can't do much beyond bullet points I just want Whizzer to have more family -So after Marvin and Whizzer break up, Whizzer needs to find an apartment, so he finds this tiny shoebox apartment in Brooklyn -He moves his stuff inside, and crashes on the couch to wallow w a bottle of wine -BUT -his new neighbor knocks on his door -Whizzer is so ready to snarl at them and solidify his reputation as the neighborhood asshole to deter future attempts at friendship -he's just not in a good place -but then this nice old lady comes is at the door w a plate of cookies -and like -Whizzer hasn't had home made cookies in a long time, he's weak okay -but like being gay in the late 70s/early 80s Whizzer is super weary of people, especially older people -and they start talking and like, she's not crazy conservative?? she's super hip and funny?? -he find out that she lives next door w her little granddaughter -and by the end of their interaction they're on a first name basis -but eventually she's gotta go back home cause her granddaughter was napping and she's gotta take care of her -Whizzer's shocked about the whole thing -he was friendly w someone?? For real??? -so over time, Whizzer and lady are good buddies -One day lady's sitter falls through -she's still a working lady -and Whizzer covers and he actually likes this kid? He likes a child other than Jason?? -and so Whizzer babysitting becomes a regular thing -they're like a little family -idk maybe Stacie that's a fun name for the lady -OH but at this point, she's like "oh my granddaughter calls me like Mimi or Mams something cute like that and you're practically family so you'll call me that too" -and Whizzer's heart is so warm?? -he hardly remembers his grandparents and this is so much better than anything he could've imagined -and honestly the little girl I'm picturing is like Trixie from lucifer she's cute as a button -and she loves puzzles and drawing and is more than happy to dress up and do fashion shows for Whizzer while he take pictures on his Polaroid -they totally have a killer scrapbook -and so what if a photo of Whizzer in a feather boa and tiara find their way in there, it was Trixie's idea -so one day -Whizzer's still been having men over to his house he's still human and he has needs -and one morning he's saying goodbye to that last nights lodger -and Mimi/Mams idk is on her way into her apartment from getting her paper -and she's like "ooh who's your friend" -and Whizzer's all nervous -like he's not exactly subtle but they haven't really discussed his preferences so to speak -so he's a stuttering mess -and Mimi's like "is he your boyfriend?" But she's smirking and chuckling -Whizzer's still speechless tho -Mimi tells him that her daughter was like him -but she's tried to force herself to be something she wasn't, and just thought that if she found the right man she could be "normal" -so she would go out, and drink until she could imagine that she actually could fall in with the men she was with -until she got pregnant -and she had Trixie and she loved her but she just couldn't deal -she dropped Trixie off one day and left -Mimi heard in a few days that she had passed -she loved her but she just wishes she could done more -so she takes Whizzer's hand and says that she'll do anything for him, he's like family -and that no matter who he love she's welcome in her house -Whizzer has something in his eye -probably dust -and for a while everything's so good -they had their own little tight knit family, everything that Whizzer wanted -one night Whizzer has another man over -let's call him joe -Whizzer's never had joe over before -his eyes are sunken, and he's pale and weak but he's handsome in a broken way, and Whizzer just thinks that he needs a good time -they're chatting and drinking and they're planning to move into the bedroom -when there's a knock on the door -Whizzer expects Mimi with a batch of tea to share, or to see if Trixie left one of her toy dinosaurs over -but it's just Trixie -and her eyes are wide and she says that Mimi was acting weird and now she won't wake up -and Whizzer is over there in two seconds -he tells his friend that he'd better go home -and Whizzer calls 911 and does all the right things -but it's still not enough and Mimi's gone -and his heart is broken all over again -and he realizes that Trixie has no one left, no where to go -the social worker says she'll go into foster care -but there's no way in hell that Whizzer will let that happen -but first he wants to see what Trixie wants, he asks her if she'd like to come live with him -and she says something like "who else would I want to take care of me?" And Whizzer's heart just melts -they stick together through all the funeral arrangements, their own little dynamic duo, for a five year old, she's much wiser than her years -Whizzer never thought he'd be a parent but here he is -and Trixie is his whole world -soon he hears of a disease spreading from man to man -he heard that the latest victim was man he knew called joe -Whizzer resolves that he has to be careful with anyone he's with -to honor those who didn't get a warning -and to be there for Trixie -anyway things are going dandy -the dynamic duo loves to go for walks in the park -they'll play catch and they use chalk on the sidewalk -one day Whizzer sees a kid trying to practice throwing a baseball -but he's by himself and every time he throws it he has to go fetch it -it's kind of pitiful -so he goes to offer his and trixies services even just to throw it back -and huh -guess what -it's JASON -they all meet and they're buddies -Jason invites them to his baseball game I want to come up w more for when the duo meets back up w tight knit fam but my brain is fried

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Experiment #6 - Request

Requested by the sinners and anon: I have a suggestion for the next experiment- sherlock x reader. Its where sherlock points out that he's not just using the reader's body... And their relationship gets a label. (If this isnt where you want the story to go, i totally understand tho) <3 & anon: Experiment idea: they use various items from around the flat as sex toys (yknow, like carrots and cucumbers, wooden spoons, things like that) 

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2.068

Warnings: Smut - spanking, ice play (Coldplay xD), food play, teasing, soft smut.

A/N: Thank you to the anon who mentioned this series ending, you did this. I’m not sure if you would consider this an ending but uh... Yeah, it’s up to you guys.

Enjoy!

“Why do people have the need to experiment?” She repeated, “That is what Lestrade asked after his phone call with Donovan… There is only one way to find out.”

“We’re not using cherries,” Sherlock stated.

“We don’t have cherries.” She winked and Sherlock grinned mischievously as he took the spoon off her hands.

“Turn around.”

She obeyed, bending over the kitchen counter and sticking her arse out for Sherlock to understand what she wanted.

“No violence, I will not harm you,” Sherlock spoke, and (Y/N) noticed the nervousness in his voice.

“You won’t hurt me if you do it correctly.” She said, looking back to see him. Sherlock nodded and aimed towards her right cheek; he took in a deep breath and spanked her with the wooden spoon. A soft moan escaped her lips unconsciously and so Sherlock calmed, knowing he wasn’t hurting her. “More.”

Sherlock obeyed, spanking now the other cheek. Her back arched a little and she dug her nails on the counter. Sherlock was beginning to enjoy it as well, and so he continued, spanking her over and over just enough to make her pant.

“Wait,” she said. Sherlock stopped and watched as she pulled her skirt up, exposing her skin which was red due to the spanks. Sherlock hesitated when she asked him to continue, but gave in eventually.

What he didn’t know was that (Y/N) knew why Donovan had used cherries, and so she was now looking for objects that they could use during their experiment – and that would not get stuck like the cherries – for Sherlock to understand as well.

Sherlock stopped once again, after noticing that her mind was somewhere else. “Is everything OK?” He asked.

“Do you have ice?”

Sherlock swallowed loudly and left the wooden spoon on the counter next to (Y/N), then he went to the freezer and started looking frantically for ice, pushing aside the multiple human limbs that he kept there.

(Y/N) walked over to him, placing a metal spatula inside the freezer before taking the ice tray out from under a Ziploc bag of tongues.

“Why did you put a spatula in there?” Sherlock inquired as she shut the freezer’s door.

“Why do you have tongues there?” She snapped back.

“It’s an experiment,” Sherlock replied.

“And so is this.” She chuckled, and then started unbuttoning his shirt – or at least what was left to unbutton.

Sherlock shivered, the tips of her fingers were cold due to the ice tray she had just held, and yet he remained still while she finished what she had started. She also started unzipping his pants, but she didn’t pull them down just yet.

Once there was enough Sherlock skin exposed to her, (Y/N) took an ice out of the tray – after struggling for several minutes because they were still too frozen – and slid it from his earlobe and down to his navel. Sherlock shivered and his muscles tensed under the sensation of the ice.

(Y/N) smirked and continued doing it, sliding the ice back up to his lips, his jaw, his nipples and every other part she considered extra sensitive. Sherlock remained still, fighting against the temperature and, strangely enough for him, enjoying it.

When the ice was almost half melted, Sherlock took it from her hand and, with the simple cock of his eyebrow, he offered to do the same. (Y/N) nodded, leaning back on the counter and unbuttoning her own shirt.

Sherlock moved the ice all over, from the curve of her breasts – which were still covered with her white lace bra – to that soft spot under the belly button, all the way up to her collarbones lips and even her arms.

Although Sherlock was focused on her body, (Y/N) couldn’t help but look at him in the eyes. They were darkened by lust, and yet there was something more, something new; Sherlock was actually looking at her, not like his experiment partner, but something else.

The ice melted with the heat of their body, and the remains were merely cold fingertips and drops of cold water all over their skin and clothes.

“Anything else you want to use?” Sherlock whispered softly over her ear. He had taken a step forward, and his hands were on her hips, holding her carefully.

“I need ideas, Mr Holmes.” She purred, and Sherlock smiled. He spun her around, so her back was pressed to his chest. She giggled warmly and then noticed what Sherlock was pointing at.

Next, to the already melting ice tray, Mrs Hudson had left three cupcakes. They had a beautiful cover of pink and red frosting and were carefully placed right in the middle of the table, so no one could accidentally drop them.

Sherlock and (Y/N) shared a look and then Sherlock extended his hand to take a cupcake. He dipped a finger in the frosting and then smeared it on her neck. He placed the cupcake on the counter and then leant down to lick the frosting off her neck.

(Y/N) extended her neck to give him access, then, she took the cupcake and did the same thing, except she traced a line from the back of his ear and down to a few inches from his collarbone. She took her time, and Sherlock couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper.

They repeated the process until the frosting was done. They went from each other’s necks and collarbones, down to Sherlock’s chest and (Y/N)’s navel, making sure to give Sherlock’s sharp jaw its own time, and even licking the frosting off each other’s fingers. They never broke eye contact.

Sherlock took her hand in his, extending it so her palm was exposed and then kissing it softly. Sherlock had never kissed anyone’s palm, and he wasn’t sure if that was remotely seductive, but it felt right to do. (Y/N) allowed him, and when he pulled away, her lips crashed into his.

“You taste like frosting.” He whispered over her lips.

“You taste like frosting too.” She whispered back and then both of them giggled.

Sherlock held both of her hands in his, their fingers were sticky but that didn’t matter because he kissed her so softly that both of their minds wandered off. It was an intimate kiss, soft as a feather but passionate as hell.

They didn’t care that they ran out of breath after a while because they were so comfortable there that it didn’t matter when they both started breathing through the kiss. However, they had to pull away at some point, and so they did.

Sherlock had a subtle smile on his lips, and yet it was so loving and soft that it made her knees go weak. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he wrapped him around her waist.

“”What do you think about clothing pins?” She asked playfully.

“No,” Sherlock replied calmly, “we don’t even have any of those.”

“Carrots?”

“That is not hygienic at all.” Sherlock chuckled.

“The frozen spatula on the freezer?”

“No, I don’t want to use any… home-made toy anymore.” Sherlock responded.

“Then what do you want?” She flirted.

“You.”

He guided her to the bedroom, willing to finally give her what she had been asking from the minute they started talking that day, but not in the same way as before. That wasn’t another experiment, and he wasn’t trying to out-smart anyone. No, he only wanted to share an intimate moment with her.

They were on the unmade bed, kissing softly and giggling out of nothing. Their eyes were locked to the other’s and their hands continued to find their way, either to hold the other tightly or to caress them softly.

Sherlock got rid of the last pieces of clothing he had on within a second, noticing the mess they were made and knowing that Mrs Hudson would kill him when she realised it had stains that were hard to remove. Then, he started taking her clothes off slowly.

She helped him a little lifting her hips so he could slide down her skirt and sitting up for him to have a better access to unclasp her bra.

He was struggling to find the hook, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh. Sherlock looked down at her in utter confusion. “It’s in the front,” she said and pointed to the centre, where a strange hook waited to be unclasped.

“I already knew that.” Sherlock defended himself playfully and (Y/N) laughed again. Sherlock finished unhooking her bra and then pushed her to lay back on the pillows as he aligned himself in between her legs.

His face was right in front of hers, and they couldn’t stop looking directly into each other’s eyes. Sherlock licked his lips and sighed unconsciously, and then his lips found hers in an addictive kiss as he thrust slowly into her.

Their many adventures had had more than one advantage. In this case, said advantage was that she was the perfect size for him to fit in without hurting her, while at the same time she was tight enough to make both of them moan when he moved.

She panted over his lips once she felt him inside. “Move,” she begged and Sherlock obeyed, thrusting in and out slowly, lovingly.

There were no throat-ripping moans and no asthmatic-like panting, but rather soft groans and moans so low they were barely audible. It wasn’t supposed to be overwhelming coitus; it wasn’t supposed to make her faint out of over-stimulation like before; it was all about showing the other what they meant, what they were worth. They were finally setting a label.

Her hands found his back. She caressed the soft skin, up and down his side and making him shiver. His hands were on each side of her head, carrying his weight, and a bunch of curls had fallen to the front. He looked beautiful; his pale skin contrasting with his dark hair, and the blue of his eyes so deep and comforting, his pink lips were plump and his sharp cheekbones had a reddish blush all over. His lips were parted, exhaling hitches of air as he thrust into her.

(Y/N) pulled him closer to her. She felt his weight over her tiny figure, but it wasn’t a bother; his arms wrapped around her and her hands still playing with his back. Their legs tangled together and soon he was deeper inside of her. Their breaths became one, and they could feel their hearts beating at the same rhythm.

Sherlock didn’t pull out much, just enough to make her shiver; her lips kissed his jaw over and over as his rested comfortably over her cheeks. They were so close together it was nearly impossible where one started and the other finished.

Sherlock rolled a bit so they were both lying on one side, they were still glued together, sharing soft kisses and moaning at every slight thrust.

Soon, they found their climax; it wasn’t a brain-blurring experience, and their eyes didn’t roll back and their faces didn’t contort in strange ways. No, they let out a soft sigh and their pupils dilated even more before returning to the everyday size. Their breaths hitched and their muscles tensed; they held each other tightly and came together.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, and none of them had the urge to fill it. They were simply looking at each other’s eyes; admiring every line, curve, and edge in each other’s factions.

His hand moved up, tracing a line on the bridge of her nose and down to her lips, before cupping her cheek softly.

“I could do this all day,” Sherlock commented in a raspy whisper.

“Experiment?” She inquired.

“No, I believe the proper term is…” He hesitated but realised he had no other choice to spit it out for once and for all, “The proper term would be making love.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in love.” She mumbled.

“I do now.” He confessed in such a low volume that (Y/N) almost didn’t hear it.

“I could do this too… All day, every day…” She admitted.

“What is stopping us?” Sherlock inquired, “Let’s do it… Please, just be mine.”

“Is that your way of asking?” She joked.

“Did you expect more from me?” Sherlock joked back.

“I expected less.” She smiled and then kissed him softly.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, why not?”

Masterlist. 

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[justicewinged]

How "wild" does Quinn allow Valor to be (in terms of his freedom to fly on his own or stay closer to her)? Since he was a wild animal to begin with, does he have certain quirks that make being his partner difficult to deal with? Does Quinn feed him, or does he hunt on his own for food? How much does Valor rely on Quinn for in terms of care? (Food, physical care and cleaning, mews, etc.)

*soft mun screams*

ok nonny, you’re like the first ask I’ve gotten on this blog for headcannon without any prompting so that makes you my Favorite Person Ever. Just… so you know.

Alright so like I follow the ideal that Quinn treats Valor, for the most part, like a falconry bird. I know I’ve mentioned that before, probably more times than necessary but I’ll break it down here.

Feeding:

For the most part, Quinn will help Valor with hunting by flushing quarry, and feed him through his molts. She takes a pretty hands-off approach when it comes to hunting, and when the pair of them were younger, she got in trouble with Jarvan III for her letting him loose to free hunt. He was known to eat cats. I’ll let you take from that what you will. ;) Now, whenever she’s staying in Demacia City for a time, she’ll take him out for a hunt every dawn unless she has plans. He is a growing bird, but she will take the traditional approach of letting him go hungry if there’s to be a big hunt so as to avoid getting him “fed up” (that is to say, losing his motivation to food). Raptors are very food-motivated, and Quinn monitors his weight and feedings very closely. He will get snacks – “tidbits” – for good behavior, parlor tricks, and helping Quinn with her scouting duties. His typical treats are whole mice, pieces of his last hunt he didn’t eat, and smoked meats (especially fish and elk). Bigger meals can range from rabbits, to mountain rams, to fish (though he’s not very adept at catching them), and when he’s older, anything upward of a ton in body weight.

Grooming:

Valor is fairly good at keeping himself clean, like most raptors, but because of his lifestyle being kept in captivity, Quinn must provide some of his physical care as well. Once a year, after his molt, Quinn will file and shape his beak and claws – a practice known as coping. Even in the wild, birds are known to split their beaks if they grow too much because they are made of the same material as fingernails. Fun facts! Quinn will still check up on him before putting on his armor and after taking it off, just to ensure all the feathers lay flat and don’t break, because arming him in such a manner does protect him from physical harm but runs the risk of breaking an important feather. When he gets into something, she’ll help him pick himself clean so he doesn’t overdo it or give him a wash cloth bath if necessary. Overall, she keeps him in far more pristine condition than wild birds would normally do themselves. He is a war bird, after all. She cleans his armor every time he wears it.

Housing:

Quinn keeps valor in a mew, but he is allowed into the home so long as he remains on a couple of perches around the house or he’s following her around, and only when he hasn’t been fed recently. (Raptor mutestains are nearly impossible to get out, even with modern cleaners on earth, can you imagine the nightmare they’d be on Runeterra? Quinn likes her army-issue house clean, thank you.) She keeps him in longer jesses around home, called mews jesses, so she can grab him easily should he get into anything. His mew is average size for a Demacian scout’s home, so about indoor 20 square yards for their animal and 40 outdoors. Quinn keeps the place pretty nice, though, with branches to perch on, shifty sand to roll in, lots of sunlight and breeze, and dangly feathers from the ceiling. Also bells. Lots of jingly bells. They don’t have much room, but it’s enough for him to spread his wings, hop around, groom, and play. Quinn deep cleans the mew once weekly, replaces the perches monthly, and does a thorough inspection of it yearly. Around the campsite when they’re out and about, Quinn will let him free fly and hunt of his own volition because she has a decent bit of trust in him to obey her commands, and they have a call and response ritual to keep track of each other. More on that later. 

Physical Care / Health:

Valor is generally a very healthy bird, but on the rare occasion he catches himself into something, most of the time small nicks or skin infections, Quinn keeps him indoors until the whatever-it-is clears up. I mean, of course another part of physical care is exercise. Valor gets exercised daily with his hunts of course, but also creance training and other exercises in agility like dodging around things and going through holes, much like his master trains for herself. Creance training is like sending him on a leash then calling him to the glove. It encourages his bond with his master. Quinn also tests his intelligence regularly with various enrichment things – making sure he knows his commands, playing with his line of sight (a feathered string is her favorite for this, just like a cat), and puzzle toys for treats. By and large, he gets a lot more “familial” (because Quinn is “momma” to him) attention than a lot of his more wild brethren. This is entirely because mother birds have better things to do than focus all their time on their baby bird, unlike Quinn. Eagles are familial raptors, which is strange considering a majority of raptors are solitary, but Valor sees himself as one lucky birb. Any other Azurite would see him as a momma’s boy.

Freedom:

When Quinn is alone, Valor is flying behind, in front, or around her. Their call and response features Valor trilling once, Quinn whistling once, and back and forth until he alerts for danger (which is another post I should make later when I’m not talking about his lifestyle). This keeps him within range of Quinn to help her should she need him, and her within his range so she can keep track of him for peace of mind. When they are entering a more animal-unfriendly area, Quinn keeps him on a short jess with a hood. In extreme cases, when she needs him entirely contained, for example while traveling on horseback, she will crate him. Quinn always feels bad keeping him cooped up for too long, though, so she’ll always let him out to stretch his wings every so often if she hasn’t let him fly for a while.

Personality:

I feel like this is something that was touched on in the probably-no-longer-canonical-but-still-loved Freljordian expedition. When Quinn had that run-in with Lissandra, she explicitly commanded Valor to fly away home, but he stayed, ready to fight his last breath to defend her. This is the difference between him being a hawk or any other type of solitary raptor. Whereas any other solitary hunter would have left her to die, he stayed, and that’s very telling of personality and relationship. Valor is clever. “Personality” as in “tendency to act out,” he will disobey Quinn when he knows better to obey, like when her life is in danger. Truth be told, I think that’s one of the only things that would set off his instincts. Beyond the occasional isolated incident while traveling or deep in official business at Demacia City, Quinn keeps him with a steady supply of food and freedom, so he’s quite content to stick around. Minor disobedience in the form of him clawing at her gauntlet or fluffing himself in the direction of people he feels personally insulted by the presence of (looking at Fiora, Garen, Jarvan….) is very common. To the point Quinn doesn’t even bother disciplining him anymore for this.

TL;DR, Quinn lets him be as wild as she can for the circumstances at hand. He’s a sassass who really shouldn’t be going on missions with the intent to improve relations, but thankfully he can’t talk so there’s that, and has rude habits only really noticeable by his handler and people familiar with raptors (so Azir probably wouldn’t be too enthused about him in general). Quinn both feeds him and he hunts on his own, but because of his captive lifestyle, he needs a bit more maintenance from his momma than an average birb. Good birb tho, 12/10 

[fireballofinsanity]

🦇, ⚖️, ✌️, and 🎬 for Aoi and 🖋, 👒, 🎨, and 🦇,for Sera

Unusual Questionsfor muses!

🦇- If your muse had wings, would they be feathered and bird-like, leathery bat-like wings, or insect-like fairy or butterfly wings? 

More than likely fairy wings, I think- Small, almost insect like, maybe - MAYBE - just big enough to get her off the ground, though definitely not without a struggle. XD A flying Aoi is asking for her to drop water balloons on people’s heads-

⚖️- If your muse had superpowers, what would they be? 

Astral projection, for one, so she can be where she wants to be even if she can’t physically be there (Ala be beside Jaden in actual spirit to support him while he’s traveling and still be home physically type deal). She’d also have hydrokinesis - the ability to control water. Not just as a pun on her name (Aoi = Water), but because she actually does like water and it’s a fairly useful power when you consider most of the human body is made up of it~

✌️-How often did they get into trouble as a kid?

Pretty often? I wouldn’t say a whole heck of a lot; she wasn’t exactly branded a troublemaker, but she was pretty hyperactive and playful, even as a little kid. When she was left alone and bored, that’s when she got into the most trouble, playing in mud, ‘adopting’ a stray dog against her parent’s wishes (funnily enough, she still has the dog XD), sneaking out of bed, refusing to go to bed… It got to the point where her parents introduced her to various games and toys to keep her attention and it usually worked. Now that she’s friends with Jaden tho there’s no such thing as boredom XD

🎬- Pick three movies you could see your muse watching (and enjoying)

Fantasia, Guardians of the Galaxy, and Oliver and Company. She’s pretty fond of animated Disney movies, and movies with a good bit of either music or humor in them. Can’t deny a good action flick, either~ Romance movies are… Let’s just say a secret, “I’m bored and nobody’s around to see me sob over this” guilty pleasure, because she has to be in the right mood for it, otherwise it’ll bore her to tears rather than move her to them. XD

🖋- If your muse was an author/poet, what kind of stories would they write about? 

Either adventure, or something motivational. Regardless of the verse, Sera’s a sucker for a good adventure story, and she’s been on plenty of them herself, so she might try to go the way of the Sinbad and write something herself. XD More than likely, tho, she’d write something motivational, be it her life story to show people that you can come back from the very bottom of the barrel and still go on to be someone and something, or poems or small blurbs to help people get through a hard time.

👒- If your muse were to take someone on a first date, where would they go and how would they behave? 

If SHE were taking them out? Oh god uh… Pretty verse dependent here, I’d think- While she’d be fairly shy and nervous and flustered across all of them, Magi-wise she’d probably take Sin out to a private beach for dinner, honestly. Not hard to know what he loves, and the sea’s one of them, so she’d be drawn to that idea almost instantly. Noragami-wise, she actually DID take Yato out to their first date? XD Normally she’d have asked there to go out for lunch or something, take things slow, but they ended up at a random school’s prom for an impromptu first date. As far as her Zexal verse goes, she’ll do anything as long as they understand she’s got a son (brother? XD Yuma we need to talk about this- XD) at home and might actually have her first dates come to the house instead, so they can meet Yuma and see where things run from there. After all, if they can’t handle Yuma, how are they gonna handle a serious relationship with his guardian? XD

🎨- Find two famous pieces of artwork you think your muse would enjoy. 

Dogs playing poker XD Nah I’m kidding. Sera likes art- she’s especially fond of van Gogh’s Starry Night and Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus. She’s not going to claim she’s an art critic, because that would be a massive lie, but there’s something about them she’s drawn to-

🦇- If your muse had wings, would they be feathered and bird-like, leathery bat-like wings, or insect-like fairy or butterfly wings? 

Feathered and bird-like - Effectively very large angel wings. Putting aside the pun on her name - Seraphim, a common nickname of hers and what Seraphina is derived from, is a race of angels in the Bible - Sera is pretty often likened to a bright, shining, guiding light. Large, feathered angel wings suit her in personality as much as they do her name. Second choice tho would be something like Aoi’s; small fairy/pixie wings more for show than they would be functional.