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Today's Card Is: Red-Backed Shrike
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everything about this fan art kills me.
rhys and feyre laughing together like no one else is in the room probably talking through their bond.
cassian staring at nesta like shes the only woman in the world even though nesta is looks like she couldn’t care less.
AZRIELS SMILE??????? ELAINS BEAUTIFUL FACE??????
amren giving rhys and feyre the biggest attitude bc shes so grossed out.
mor’s attitude glowing from across the room with her wine in hand… mor just being mor…
JUST EVERYTHING IN THIS IS SO PERFECT AND I CANNOT STOP LOOKING AT IT
#sarah j maas#feyre archeron#feyre cursebreaker#acotar#acomaf#acowar#acofas#acosaf#feyre x rhysand#cassian#nesta archeron#rhysand#night court#high lord rhysand#high lord of the night court#high lady feyre#acotar fanart#feyre and rhysand#cassian and nesta#azriel#batboys#wingspan#illyrian#romantasy#faerie
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We sail the ocean blue, and our saucy ship's a beauty We're sober men and true, and attentive to our duty
#Transformers#Star Raiders#Tidal Wave#Thundertron#Flamewar#Cannonball#Nightstrike#Scorponok#Lockdown#Dreadwing#Road Pig#Pounce#Wingspan#Chromia#a Junkion#Cosmos#Filch#Ferak#Calcitron#Axor#Repugnus#Iguanus#“where's x?” consider not asking
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Not well written, but the idea was too interesting to just not write it down. I will prolly write a fic on ao3 with better writing, this is just to put the idea out there so I dont forget about it. Just an enemies to lovers Azriel x oc or azriel x reader idea I had, with a lot of random background Idea I had on the character. Its angsty, and not the best meet cute but you know, I got the idea from a dream after I fell asleep listening to look what you made me, I did something bad, you should see me in a crown and therefore I am on loop. Good dream tbh. Anyway enjoy!
"What do you want from me, Shadowsinger?" She spat out, her hatred for his kind evident in her tone.
He tilts his head to the side again, his hazel eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He walked closer to her, his footsteps silent. "Nothing much, just curious as to why a young woman with no records of her existence is going out raiding, massacring and making so much chaos at illyrian camps?"
"They deserved it." She said quietly, but firmly. "If you're here for the women and their kids that are missing, they don't want to be found. They are safe, fed, comfortable and for the first time in their miserable lives, happy." She held her head high at the words.
"That did not answer my question. Why is a young girl such as yourself, carrying out such planned raids and missions? It can't possibly be to no end? What is your purpose?" He paused, giving her a moment to answer, but continued when she didn't. "You have caused quite the ruckus, you know? Become quite a threat." He said again, face still unreadable as he maintains the distance, knowing she could winnow away at any moment, in the cold and chilly mountains. It took months for him to track her once, he could not afford to lose her now.
"I will ask you again, Shadowsinger, what do you want?" She snarled.
"I am just trying to understand why you think a young girl like you is fit to be the judge, jury, and executioner. Justice is not something just anyone has the right to bestow." His words were veiled in amusement, as if all of her carefully plotted plans and raids were temper tantrums of a child, and not a movement in and of itself.
Her eyes glowed as her anger takes over and her magic her magic seeps out from her, uncontrolled and wild. The sheer strength of it had his amusement dying down into a look of wariness. "Do you want to know, Shadowsinger? You find it so amusing, don't you?"
He stares at her for a minute, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as he realized her weakness.
Her wrath.
"It seems I struck a cord. I do not find it amusing, but rather pitiful, you are so young, with so much anger inside you. What a waste."
She stepped closer, her magic thrumming in the ground, yet her words were quiet, filled with a kind of contempt that could only come from years of experience of things better left unheard, and unseen. "They took me from my mother by force, chopped off my wings, used me for their pleasure and left me there to die. An illyrian camp. And no one. Did. A thing." Her eyes were glaring right into Azriel's, her eyes full of all consuming wrath, as her words reminded him of another female he knew.
She laughed, but no humor was present in her voice as she continued. "No one even knew. You and your high lord lived blissfully unaware while my existence crumbled." She hissed at him, stopping just a few steps away.
"I was broken, thought I would never find myself again as I struggled in a lonely cabin I found abandoned in the woods. Felt as if everyday, I was still there, half-dead on the side of the road. Of course I knew living in the cabin was mercy compared to how they treated the women in those camps, like slaves. And thats when a girl came knocking at my door, an escapee from a camp. We decided soon after to create a safe space, for people like us. And the rest is history." She continued, eyes becoming damp at the memory, before shaking her head and smiling slightly, so sweetly. Azriel almost forgot that she had slaughtered a few dozen men a few hours ago.
He tried to reach out silently to catch her as she finally got to a distance where he knew he could grab her, so he could get more information out of her, about things she were clearly omitting, only to realise, that he couldn't move.
He looked up at her in horror as she continued smiling, almost as if it took her no effort restraining one of the strongest illyrians in history.
It didn't, Azriel realised.
"And so we trained. And I took so much pleasure in breaking the bones of men in illyrian camps as we raided them. Saved the women that wanted to leave, took them with us, back to our hideout, expanded it until it became a thriving community. We raided camps and bring people back, who can pick whatever they excel in and work in tandem. It is what I deserved when I had nothing. What they deserve." She smiled, pride shining in her eyes as she now dropped down to sit on a log in front of him, more interested in a white wildflower glowing in the moonlight instead of him.
"Say, Azriel, You're half illyrian, are you not?" She asked, her voice higher, lighter, mocking. "You trained in one of their camps, with your oh so righteous brothers, did you not?"
She did not wait for him to reply, knowing he couldn't. She made sure of it from her magic, taking away his ability to speak.
"You know it as well. Your brothers do too." Her voice was bitter as she plucked the flower. "And yet you choose to hide away in your pretty little city of starlight, ignoring the pain these women go through every day." She finally looked up at him, eyes shining with contempt. "You're just as bad as them." She hissed. "Why shouldn't I shred your wings like your people did to me? Speak, Shadowsinger, speak."
It took a moment for him to realise he could speak again.
Azriel was frustrated, he understood where she was coming from but he could feel his defensive nature for his family coming up. "Rhysand tries. He tries his best to do things for the girls there. There's new laws, there's change. It's happening but these things take time. We are nothing like them."
"You're illyrian, they're illyrian. You saw the suffering of the women there and chose to do nothing about it. You high lord may have put new rules in place, banning clipping of wings, and starting the training of girls. But you and I both know it still happens. All of you do." She shrugged, back to examining the flower. Her face was young still, and her body lithe, Azriel's heart felt a little heavy at the thought of her past, but the anger he felt at being this defenseless in front of a young fae overpowered that.
A dark growl escaped his lips as his jaw tensed, his voice was raspy when he finally continued. "We are trying our best to keep track of it, to eradicate such malpractices comple-"
He was cut off yet again, but this time her voice was louder.
"Well trying is not good enough!" She snapped. "You don't even know it when it happens. You're too busy going on fancy dinners with your inner circle. If you are so good at protecting illyrian women, where are my wings, Azriel?" She hissed as she looked into his eyes as if she was looking into his soul.
He froze at her question, his hazel eyes widening slightly. His jaw was still tense, and he tried to move his body again, failing to do so. He didn't say anything, choosing to remain silent. There was a hint of shame in his eyes as he looked away.
She scoffed as she looked away again as she dropped the flower and stood up again, dusting off her hands against each other.
"Thought so. Anyway," She cleared her throat, putting on a sickly sweet smile. "I am bored and tired of playing with you now. Scurry off, like the dog that you are and tell your high lord I said Hi. I am sure a very interesting gossip session awaits the inner circle tonight." She finished, the end of her sentence blended with yawn that had her stretching her taut muscles as she freed him from her magic and disappeared before he could even get used to the control he now had over his body again.
#azriel x reader#azriel x oc#azriel x you#azriel#azriel shadowsinger#azriel spymaster#acotar#acotar fanfiction#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#a court of silver flames#a court of wings and ruin#fanfic#fanfiction#acotar x reader#acotar x you#acotar x oc#acotar x y/n#azriel x y/n#wingspan#x reader#fantasy#acomaf
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Just over here thinking about Azriel in HOFAS
-“You can do good,” Azriel warned, “while still being bad.”
-“His wings were spread so wide they nearly touched either side of the cavern.”
- “So does it… tell the truth?” A hint of a smile, more chilling than the frigid air around them. “It gets people to do so.”
#acotar#sarah j maas#cc hofas#hofas#Azriel#Shadowsinger#hofas azriel#a court of thorns and roses#Azriel is so hot and I am so feral#wingspan#truth teller
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Kool Kidz Expedition
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(March 21, 2024)
#2024#Afternoon#Animal Photography#Animal Photos#Animal Pics#Animals#Antlers#Day#Daylight#Daytime#Friend#Indoors#Inside#Mammals#March#March 2024#My Friend#Myself#Original Photography#Original Photos#Original Pictures#Photography#Photos#Pics#Pictures#Rodents#Skull#Squirrels#Wet Floor#Wingspan
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I play way too much wingspan bc I see a picture of a Scissor-Tailed Flycatcher and always gasp and whisper "A celebrity"
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so you guys know all those videos on the Internet are like oh can flying type. Pokémon actually fly… could dragons actually fly if they were real…
I want that type of mass of like can. The wingspan carry them off the ground, but for Lucifer. Like most likely, he can fly, considering he has six wings but I still wanna know because we’ve seen his wings get bigger and smaller. (There’s no way that these:
Are all the same size.)
So which would actually be able to fly
#vivziepop#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fandom#hazbin#hellaverse#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin lucifer#lucifer magne#lucifer morningstar#lucifer x reader#luci morningstar#lucifer hazbin#math#wingspan#lulu#luci#lucifer#lucifer magne x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader
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I'm not saying you have to draw like this it's just a suggestion. Anyway I prefer it when anthro animals with wings have the wings be the arms instead of the wings and arms being separate. I think it looks cooler that way and it has the advantage of being more accurate.
I like both but i think Man Bat is a better execution of a "humanoid bat" then Rouge The Bat.
The version of Wingnut in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Mutant Mayhem has a good compromise. The arms are the wings but she has cyborg arms as well.
#artists on tumblr#tumblr draw#just a suggestion#suggestion#i prefer it#personal preferences#anthro#anthropomorphic#anthropomorphic animals#anthro animal#wingspan#cooler#i think it's cool#man bat#dc comics#batman#execution#sonic the hedgehog#rouge the bat#furry fandom#furry#furries#cyborg#wingnut#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt#mutant mayhem#teenage mutant ninja turtle mutant mayhem#tmnt mutant mayhem#compromise
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I know there’s grammar mistakes, but I fought autocorrect so hard, and I do not feel like going back and fixing them
Anyways, here’s them with wings!
#digital art#art#fanart#anime#anime art#anime fanart#mob psycho 100#mob psycho fanart#mp100#mp100 fanart#serizawa katsuya#reigen#angel#angel wings#wingspan#wings#reigen arataka#mp100 dimple#mob psycho ekubo#angel eyes#comics#comic#drawing#biblically accurate angel#serirei
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My zoom lens was only able to shoot him at that size (He was literally at 26 ft), but he was really big! almost 120mm wingspan (*^-^*)
(M) Alpine black swallowtail - Summer adults (Papilio maackii)
#photographers on tumblr#my photography#original photographers#art#lensblr#photography#animal photography#insect photography#wildlife photography#macro photography#nature photography#nature#wildlife#naturecore#insect#butterfly#swallowtail butterfly#wingspan#papilionidae#bugblr#entomology#so precious#june 26 2024#noai#no ai#no to generative ai
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Today's Card Is: Splendid Fairywren
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finished my Icarus wingspan shawl 🪶
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Dear Vector Prime, have you ever had a Headmaster partner?
Dear Aegis Agent,
I have indeed. Allow me to continue my tale of the ultimate Titan Masters, and I promise your curiosity will be satisfied.
While Arcee was tracking down the Titan Master hidden on Caminus, a separate mission was being carried out on the colony world of Biosfera—known to the locals as Eukaris. Grotusque, Twinferno and Repugnus journeyed there to find another Titan Master, this one believed to grant incredible fireblast. The Monsterbots were not Optimus Prime’s first choice for the mission, as he worried their bellicose disposition would create conflict with the native population—but with the so-called jungle planet having no roads to speak of, only Autobots with bestial alt-modes would be able to handle the terrain.
As Biosfera had been largely insulated from the Autobot-Decepticon conflict, the Monsterbots expected its inhabitants to be pushovers, who would do little to impede or expedite their search one way or the other. Instead, they arrived to find the planet on the brink of all-out war between the four major tribes. Something was terribly wrong: the kinds of weapons being amassed were beyond even those used by Cybertronians in their raw destructive potential. Still, the Monsterbots decided the brewing tensions were none of their business, and decided to focus on searching for the Titan Master.
It was at that point that I was forced to intervene. I materialized in their midst, which proved to be something of a miscalculation: they were taken by surprise, and turned on me immediately. Naturally, I am no lightweight, but I must admit the three of them had me on the ropes. I forced a time-out, separating us from physical spacetime, to allow us to communicate without violence. Once they were prepared to listen, I told them what I had seen.
In the future, Biosfera is an irradiated wasteland. Algorithmic engines crawl over the ash, feeding carbonized trees into immense furnaces, liquid metal pouring from foundries to coat the planet, constructing some kind of superstructure… to uncertain ends. The few survivors of the global devastation have shed the last vestiges of their organic biology, becoming purely robotic lifeforms in order to weather the potent radiation.
The Monsterbots refused to believe me without proof, and so I removed my head, Safeguard. Repugnus briefly swapped Dastard for Safeguard, and saw in his memory banks what we had witnessed of that apocalyptic future. Begrudgingly, the Monsterbots agreed to help us, and we separated, each to visit one of the four tribes.
High in the mountain eyries of the Cloud Walkers, Grotusque and Fengul discovered that they had forged a partnership with the Decepticon Fangry, who had given them a powerful attack jet. At the same time, Twinferno and Daburu found the Scale Walkers to be strategizing with Krok, who had armed them with an unstoppable armored tank. So too were the Wave Walkers consulting with the crab-like Squeezeplay, and as I discovered, the Fur Walkers had welcomed amongst them the ferocious Horri-Bull. It was obvious to us that the Decepticons had completely infiltrated the planet’s tribes, and were deliberately stirring conflict between them. Unfortunately, stirring conflict was the Monsterbots’ specialty, and they each started fights with the Decepticons on sight, leading to them quickly being ousted from the other tribes. Safeguard and I had the most luck, managing to convince the chieftain of the Fur Walkers that they were better off without the “guidance” of Cybertronians—though unfortunately, this included ourselves.
We regrouped, and the Monsterbots decided to resume their search for the mythical Titan Master hidden on the planet. I hoped that in the course of our hunt, we would stumble across a centralized base of operations for the Decepticons, which might produce the evidence we needed to sway the tribes. As it turned out, we were being followed: one of Twinferno’s heads spotted a bird flying overhead, and recognised it not as one of the Cloud Walkers, but as the Decepticon Wingspan. Twinferno almost flew up to take out the snooping Decepticon, but I was able to convince him to hold. We waited until nightfall, and when Wingspan left to make his report, we quietly followed.
He led us to a foreboding tower of steel, a weapons factory hidden in a barren valley. Inside, ensconced within the topmost chamber, we found the true mastermind behind the hostilities: the lost Titan Master, Scorponok. Once, he had commanded one of the Titans of myth, but he had been usurped by the alien Lord Zarak. Driven to madness by this defeat, he had begun traveling the galaxy in search of new evolutionary pathways. On this remote and primeval colony, he found them: and now, his machinations had brought him to the precipice of his return to power. In the fallout, once the biomechanical natives evolved into a purely mechanical existence to survive the nuclear winter that followed, he would use a planetwide relay to reach out and upload his consciousness simultaneously into thousands of bodies—becoming a gestalt lifeform on a scale that would surpass even the Titans.
Well, we certainly weren’t going to stand around and wait for that to happen! The Monsterbots made short work of Wingspan and Horri-Bull, but Scorponok was far from finished: he recalled the jet and the tank from the tribes, and they joined together to form the almighty Overlord. One Titan Master formed his head, while another plugged into his chest, right alongside Scorponok himself—giving the combined giant three times the power.
As it happened, deploying Overlord turned out to be a miscalculation: unbeknownst to us all, skillful trackers from the four tribes had followed us to Scorponok’s lair, and when they saw that the Cloud Walkers’ and Scale Walkers’ new weapons were in fact one and the same, they finally had proof that they’d been deceived. They raced back to their homes, to urge their leaders to begin peace talks. Unable to take down Overlord, we beat a hasty retreat, and he split into his individual components once more to menace the tribes.
Unfortunately, the nuclear submarine Scorponok had built for the Wave Walkers remained in play—and once he gave the command, it launched its payload, sending a dozen missiles up into the atmosphere. Converting to starship mode, I flew after them, and began an arduous process to disarm the bombs. First, I froze the missiles in time, halting their trajectories but maintaining their velocity relative to the planet’s rotation in space. Then, with a boost of power from Safeguard, I isolated each individual warhead, accelerating time to allow billions of years to pass in what was, from our perspective, mere cycles. During that time, the fissile material experienced many half-lives’ worth of radioactive decay… until finally, the payloads were rendered inert. Although I had saved the planet from nuclear fallout, the missiles still had enough raw explosive power to cause untold destruction—and I was powerless to stop them. The radiation from the warheads needed to go somewhere—and although spread over a short period, it was still a strong enough burst of gamma rays to cause a chain reaction, unleashing an electromagnetic pulse which knocked me offline and sent me plummeting into the ocean.
The rest, I heard after-the-fact, once the Wave Walkers dredged me up and brought me to shore. The Fur Walkers and Scale Walkers united, ambushing Overlord’s tank half, while the Monsterbots waylaid the jet—just long enough for the Cloud Walkers to intercept and destroy the missiles in midair, before they reached their targets.
As for Scorponok, he was able to slip away in the confusion. The Monsterbots were frustrated to have failed their mission, but after seeing the sheer destructive potential of his fireblast, they knew it was for the best that Cybertron would have to do without his power. They resolved that when Scorponok next appeared, they would be ready and waiting to settle the score.
Back on Cybertron, the situation had gone from bad to worse: Powerhouse’s seismic forces disturbed Trypticon from his hibernation, and he awoke very hungry indeed. After consuming several Titan Masters, including Powerhouse, and gaining their abilities, Trypticon lay waste to the Autobot defenses, felling Fortress Maximus. Just in time, Iron Apex arrived from Caminus, merging with Magnus Prime to form Omega Prime, who was able to drive the beast back to the Praetorus Wharf.
During the battle, I had been impressed by the bravery of Metalhawk, and so before returning to the Realm of the Primes, I entrusted with him the power of my spark—much as my father, Primus, had done long ago to create the Titan Masters in the first place.
#ask vector prime#transformers#maccadam#prime wars trilogy#titan masters#arcee#caminus#biosfera#eukaris#grotusque#twinferno#repugnus#monsterbots#optimus prime#vector prime#safeguard#dastard#cloud walkers#fengul#fangry#daburu#scale walkers#krok#wave walkers#squeezeplay#fur walkers#horri-bull#wingspan#scorponok#overlord
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Board Games Commission for Shiranai and Daruin
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She warble on my rump till I yell ow
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