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[hylianworrier]

I Can Tell That You’re All In

Bloodweave AU

Illustrations for Expert Witness part 2!

[hylianworrier]

Chapter 10 of Rise and Fall is written, I'm too scared to post

Kicking through the burned remains he was caught off-guard by the cinders that remained of the clothes Gale had bought him when he first arrived, Astarion tried to wipe his cheeks, smearing charcoal over his pallid skin from his soot-stained fingers. He huffed in annoyance, scrubbing his face with his sleeve. He couldn’t face looking around any longer. He thought of the scarf Gale had gifted him last winter, the patchwork blanket he had stitched to cover the bed they shared. It was too much. The memories would be painful when he left, but to stand here any longer was surely more torturous.

I swear it's a sweet fic!

WIP Wednesday Friday

Thanks for the tag @busy-baker 💕

Here's a little something (everything else would be too much of a spoiler) from The Rockstar and the Groupie chapter 12:

His vision blurs, his heart aches, and he sends out his emergency message to the people he has on short dial. Including the Fearûn wide ambulance.

��I am in dire need of medical attention. Location attached” sent to Morena Dekarios, Astarion Ancunín and Faerûn Emergency.

no pressure tags: @cinnamontails-ff @larvasmoon @nivasichakano @slothquisitor @obsessedwhyyes @karinamay @kalmiaphlox

[witchofthesouls]

Another stray timeline or fun idea with the Donor Clause Au, but with an uneasy armistice between the Autobots and the Decepticons due to the revival of an intergalactic version of the Olympics/Hunger Games.

The nurse got shanghai’d into it because Cybertron wanted to send the “right message” and Windblade was adamant to send you.

That message was supposed to be “good neighbors” in the hopes of continuing potential trade with nearby galaxies.

What you, a Camien Seekerkin under the tutelage of a Camien Healer that often went into the hostile and wild regions of the planet and off-world expeditions, took it as “root out Quintesson and their allies because we remember and FUCK ‘EM!”

(Windblade knew exactly what she was doing, but she misinterpreted that the rest of them knew. She thought that the ‘cons understood because Nurse was among them for a while. With a Conjunx and bitties to boot!

Even Chromia softens her dislike because she thought that the Cybertronians understood what kind of message they were sending by allowing a potential Healer to participate against such a bloodsport among their historical enemies.)

Everyone is talking about the nobody that got sent in and then talking about how it's a Colonist and not a true native. Of course, mechs shut their mouths when Tarn is in the vicinity.

Tarn's looming over anyone who dares make a comment about your survival chances, and bets are taking place if he's crashing into the tournament.

His temper is getting worse with each day you're not at the finish line and he's staring into the ceiling at night with all the sparklings squirming in his berth because he's getting anxious and hides it under the guise of a 'sleepover.' He's simultaneously freaking out and chilling down because on one hand you have Vos, but on the other hand, it's fucking Vos.

On the final day, there's the D.J.D. in the booth with the brood of six to nine sparklings that are all chirping because look there's tor/ori/riri/mom on the big screen that's blood eagling someone from the opposition with ties to the Quintessons with a skirt made out of assorted alien and cybernetic lifechords and Vos hung across your back.

Meanwhile Tarn is feeling something as he watches you ritually take someone's spinal cord, while the rest of the team are commenting that you've been holding out on them and everyone watches in stunned horror as you march to finish line to empty out all the tokens of the annihilated teams that Quintessa and her allies sponsored.

Surprisingly, there are other planetary systems that hate the Quintessons and/or dislike the Galactic Alliance, and look forward to doing business and building ties with a planet that can go toe-to-toe with both powers.

[soulinkpoetry]

That’s why opposites attract. Worriers and over thinkers need someone who can make them laugh. Someone who makes them see that life isn’t as serious.

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[loafbud]

I SUBMITTED TWO QUIZZES AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MINUTE BEFORE THE DUE DATE ENDED

[astral-from-afar]

If there is one thing you should know about me is that I am an emotional wreck

[bastardgoblinwolf]

no one to make out with me while listening to fall out boy cd... v. v. tragic

[heartstringsduet]

Do you ever wonder about fandom writers who haven't posted in years? I seriously ache imagining something happened to them.

[mushroom-for-art]

Sequel to Stormy Night Panic, Maple belongs to our lovely @cinnatwo and Moth is our joint son causing problems on purpose

And Three became Six

"Something must have happened!! Rosy is late! And Rosy is never late! She always arrives a few days early!! And you know why?! And I quote!" The fluffy tailed mew with yellow paws ranted, she moved her paws to her cheeks to fluff them up similarly to how the missing companion Rosy does, she battered her eyelids and spoke in a voice similar to Rosys, "well, I often try to get to these things on time but with my luck I always end up in some situation that makes me late," Maple paused to mimic Rosys laugh, "so I guess I just get here early to counteract that." She shook her head quickly. "End quote!" Her voice back to normal as she flailed her arms in distress.

Moth watched her fly back and forth ranting about how something was clearly wrong. "AND it is not as though we just haven't seen her yet, whenever she gets here she always goes about collecting berries and cuts them up into little cubes to to into flavor fruit bowls made of leaves and I haven't seen any evidence of such! So she's not here!"

"Oh so that's what this is about, no fruit bowls?" Moths tone was as usual far too casual and jokey for Maples liking as he smiled at her casually as she felt her temper flaring.

"Moth. Now is not the time for such jokes! She could be in real danger and all you do is make senseless quips?! What is the matter with you!!" Maple gestured with her paws wildly in frustration contemplating attempting to strange the other.

"I already checked in with her while you were rambling, quick psychic ping, she says she's fine and I believe her I ain't gonna press." He shrugged casually as Maple stared at him for quite a few moments.

"You got in touch with her and DIDN'T TELL ME?!?!" Maple moved to grab Moths shoulders choosing to shake and rattle him rather than strangle as he made a series of noises as he was shaken about.

He pulled her hands off of his shoulders though taking a few minutes as his world spun before speaking, "in fairness you never gave me a chance to speak around your ranting." Maple growled at him and he only smiled at her casually.

"Rosy said she's gonna be late because something came up."

"What in the world possibly came up that stopped her coming to meet us? Is she hurt?"

"She said she was fine, I dunno maybe some orphan Duckletts needed swimming lessons."

"Moth."

"What I'm not entirely wrong shes been distracted by baby Pokemon before and baby humans."

"A! OF COURSE! HUMANS! THAT'S WHAT'S KEEPING HER! WE NEED TO GO GET HER NOW!" Moth felt his ears ringing as Maple yelled in furious confidence that their companion must have been captured by humans and was lying to protect them and they needed to go free her and destroy said humans right now.

Moth groaned softly rubbing his temple as Maple looked around desperately searching for Rosys signature or hints of her signature to track her down.

"Have you considered that Rosy probably would've said and maybe she's being secretive because it's something personal or embarrassing? She probably doesn't want us barging in on her if she's going through some spiritual personal character development. Or if she got sprayed by a Skunktank."

"Rosy doesn't need any spiritual whatsamajig she's perfectly outstanding as she is! She's maybe a bit too kind and empathetic for her own good but she doesn't have any issues she needs dealing with." Maple glanced at Moth uncertain if he knew something she didn't, "Right?" Her expression fell into a scowl at his unhelpful shrug. "Oh why am I asking you you don't know anything." She grumbled in frustration.

"I know some things, like which leaves are edible," Maple audibly scoffed and rolled her eyes, "and that Rosy is pretty dang capable and you know that too. I don't think it's a human situation, she just sounds tired, she's probably just burnt herself out but she hasn't called either of us to her so we should respect that."

Maple grumbled and groaned flying back and forth in a frustrated pace, "you need to stop being good at that." She chuntered, for all his goofiness he had his undeniable moments of being wisdomous and annoyingly right in this situation. She swished back and forth in a stressed pace as Moth watched her.

"Maple, if you're worried maybe try reaching out to her? Ask how she is for yourself? Maybe see if she'll ask you to come see her? If she's tired she probably doesn't want to see big ol me and have to deal with my menacing but maybe she'll enjoy having you with her? You're her sister after all."

Maple sighed softly moving to lightly headbutt into Moths stomach and briefly nuzzle against him, "you're right..right..I'll see what she says.." She nodded against his fluff as she felt his paw rest softly on the back of her head petting her fluff softly.

"She'll appreciate you having such trust in her." Maple made a noise of appreciation at his reassurance before pulling away from him as she felt him starting to fluff her fur in the wrong direction.

"Youuu stop that you-" She smacked at his paws as she fluffed and brushed her fur back into place sticking her tongue out at him grumpily at his inappropriate menacing as he grinned playfully his ears flapping in a playful way as she turned away from him to focus on reaching out.

"Rosy? Can you hear me?" She projected her psychic voice outwards stretching reaching to find her.

"Maple?" Rosys own psychic energy met hers intertwining to create a solid connection. "I can hear you darling is everything alright? Did Moth tell you what was up?" Her tone was soft in the way it usually was with underlying exhaustion.

"He told me you'd be late? That something came up? Gosh Rosy you sound tired."

"Sorry sugar I suppose I am, just, had a lot on my paws lately, don't think I'll be able to travel for a few days, so I hope you both enjoy yourselves without me."

"How can we enjoy ourselves without you?! It's not the same, plus don't leave me to deal with this bidoof alone!"

Maple could make out the sound of Rosys laughter within the psychic connection.

"Don't be mean now, but I suppose Moth is a handful when you're alone, especially as he does love menacing you a lot.." Her tone was thoughtful and floating.

"Can I see you? Please? I'm worried about you, I want to see you and know you're in fact okay." Maple didn't hide her desperation, she knew she should've wanted for Rosy to offer but she needed to know, with Rosys history of accidents she needed to be sure she wasn't badly hurt.

"...Maple.." Rosys tone sighed softly as her tone went quiet, "I'm sorry about worrying you so much," She went quiet again, "I'm in a forest in Johto, not sure where exactly, there's a large cliff and an even bigger tree here, I'm sure you'll find me fine, just keep an eye out for a Tyranitar when you arrive maybe bring Moth to be safe." Maple's tail swishes as she listened, immediately aware that Rosy likely had a run in with said Tyranitar.

"Right, we'll head off now we'll be there lickity split!" Maple gave an affirmed nod to herself ready to start tracking Rosy down

"Oh and Maple, uh, just be ready for a surprise when you arrive." Maple face wrinkled in the same way one furrows their brow as the psychic link ended and she was left confused. She floated a few moments, blinked then quickly shook her head to get her thoughts straight.

"Moth we're going to Johto!" Maple hollered before aligning herself the way she needed to go and shooting off like a speeding bullet with Moth tilting his head to watch before flying after casually keeping a pace behind Maple as they flew.

They ducked under flocks of flying bird Pokemon and soared over the strange machines humans used to get around, though Moth couldn't resist looking in one of the windows of the long tube like machine, apparently a plane, and accidentally scaring a human passenger inside before they drifted away and rolled from the sky around each other heading down towards land.

Moth took in the scenery of Johto the forests and cities, he was glad it was Johto they were going to personally, he had some personal issues revolving around Kanto but for now they scanned the landscape. Maple spotted the large tree first flying forward with him following, she reached out with her psychic energy to search for Rosys weaving in between trees while keeping an ear out for any Tyranitar.

She zipped past the cliff previously mentioned and paused flying backwards and taking in some vines hanging down, she moved her paw touching a vine and felt her hand slip past it into a hidden outcrop. Slowly she pushed the vines aside to peer into the dark shelter, the natural sunlight illuminating light pink that she recognised immediately.

"Rosy!" Her tone was joyous as she fully entered the drowsy head of Rosy lifting from her paws and turning to look at her friend immediately beaming a large smile.

"Maple my darling you got here fast." Rosy moved slowly standing to catch Maple as she hurried forward holding her in an embrace. She saw Moth slowly entering behind, though with a bit more difficult, it wasn't the largest nest ever and Moth was bigger than them. Maple could be heard purring as she nuzzled into Rosys soft fur before she pulled away to look at her face holding it in her paws.

"What happened, tell me everything, where's the Tyranitar that hurt you? How long have you been stuck here? Where's your wound? Does it need healing?" Maple began to frantically pat and look Rosy over, quickly honing in on the dried flaking blood on her leg feeling her digits through Rosys fur to locate the new scars as Rosy only softly tutted in response.

Maple made a slight yelp as she was pulled backwards by her tail in a light tug by Moth turning to hiss at him unhappily before a soft mewing cry could be heard. Maple blinked frantically looking to Rosy confused as Rosy carefully turned to the side and moved back to where she had been revealing what previously hadn't been noticed.

Rosy lay down behind three mew kittens, the largest was the same pale pink as her back with splotches of a purple like color and pink coloring in their tail as their bouncy curled ears twitched bouncing their top tufts of fluff, Maple watched the large kitten stretch and yawn squinting with eyes not quite ready to fully open before it flopped back to lying on their stomach, besides them another more red pink colored kitten with markings like a rising sun on their face and stripes of sunlight with a singular heart shape at the end of their tail and curly cheeks like their mother, and finally to the largest other side the smallest kitten of them all with a fuzzy half curled collar fluff and a short kinked tail they were a lighter shade of pink than Rosy with slightly darker pinks and purple hues on their toes tail and ears with a half folded much too large ear that they'll probably eventually grow into, in fact they all had rather large ears to grow into.

Maple's mouth opened and shut, and opened again to shut as Rosy gently groomed the top of the largest head flattening the tufts of fur before they bounced back up again in defiance.

"I thought I sensed some extra signatures with you," Moth stepped past the still shocked Maple as he crouched down to lay on his stomach offering a paw out and softly touching the tip of the runts nose who immediately started kicking and squirming spitting and hissing in fiesty blindness swatting with baby paws to attack whatever was touching their nose clearly aware Moth wasn't mom.

"You…so.." Maple started struggling for words, "they're, yours?" Rosy nodded as she carefully scooped up her hissing kitten to groom their fluff.

"I was, hoping to make it in time to be with you both when I gave birth but the tyranitar attack uh kind of ruined that plan," Rosy laughed awkwardly, "went into labor prematurely right here, been well figuring out motherhood ever since."

"And, you've been here all alone?! Why didn't you call for us? We would've came immediately!" Maple's tone was distressed and frustrated that she wasn't able to do anything to help.

"I tried, I honestly did but I wasn't strong enough when it first happened and, then I felt too awkward as I didn't know how to bring it up." Rosys ear twitched to the side as she made another awkward laugh putting down her settled kitten, "and I haven't been alone, I met another Mew here this is one of his nests actually, he's been taking care of me and the kids he's been wonderfully helpful, he even healed my leg while I was in labor and kept me company letting me crush his paw, he's just out collecting food he'll probably be back later."

Moths ears were vertical as he listened, sure they all managed to find each other but it was rare for them to meet other mews and he was intrigued. Maple seemed more suspicious.

"And, have you and this other Mew, met before?" Her gaze falling to the kittens.

"No never, I would've introduced you to him had I known him a while."

"So how'd you make these? What recipe did you follow?" Moth was staring at the kittens in wonderment.

"I, well, I'm not sure, I think it was some flowers I saw, they had an unusual but wonderfully pleasant scent and I've never seen such flowers before but I'd heard stories of Mews born from plants, and perhaps those stories hold true or at least are a bit more metaphorical."

Moth nodded his head, "I've heard of that, rare things those flowers they're supposed to have come from the tree of life that Arceus made, so I can see that."

Maple watched feeling more than a bit lost as they discussed becoming pregnant by some flower watching the kittens roll around and make various chirps.

"Maple? You okay?" Rosy looked over to her in concern, worried it was perhaps a bit much for her. Maple blinked again, slowly approaching and sitting next to Moth.

"Yea..yea just..a lot to take in..cant believe our trio is a sixlet now.." Rosy moved, reaching out a paw to hold Maples reassuringly, giving it a squeeze.

"I suppose we are aren't we," Rosy smiled gently picking up the runt with her tail and placing then gently in Maples lap, they wiggled and hissed but seemed to settle after discovering Maples soft long fur kneading it and beginning to purr, "this is Pecan," Maple chuckled softly.

"Like the nut?"

"Well, it was more cause of his tail, thought of those pesky pikas that used to raid our berry stash and well Pika turned to Pecan." Maple chuckled again at Rosys thought process.

"This big lad is Drift, not long after birth he showed some brief ability floating and nearly drifted away, and he's always trying to escape so Drift. And my little baby madam here is Sunbeam, you can probably tell why, the sun was rising as she was born and the light blessed her face as it shined on her."

"Woah for real?" Moth asked, amazed as Drift attacked his paw.

"No," Rosy laughed, "She came out looking like this, it was still night."

"Ahh! Tricking me! Deceiving me! Horrid wicked sister!" Rosy laughed at Moths dramatics as Maple gently held Pecan in her arms gently rocking him.

"They're perfect Rosy…you did an amazing job…"

"Thank you Maple, I can't wait for them to open their eyes and start seeing the world, I'm so glad that their aunt and uncle will be some of the first things they see." Rosy smiled as Maple let out a faint purr. They were a little family and their family had just gotten that bit bigger and it was perfect.

[saiintvalentiine]

Literally dropped everything when i saw the fic update.

Unfortunately dont have anything smart to say (unless 3 lines of keysmashing counts as smart) but i am very excited for this fic. Your writing style is lovely and i want to eat it

(and your characterization! i'm a big fan of Parrot and i like how you've written him.) idk. good chapter i loved it

idk if 3 lines of keysmashing counts as smart but they do count as honest and we appreciate that in this house !!! and my writing is always available for eating LOL

it's always a gift to hear feedback on parrot's voice in my work, im so glad you're enjoying it! im trying my best to make him sound like him while also filtering that through wifies's POV so i worry a lot.

thanks!

[hylianworrier]

Rise and Fall - Chapter 9

A Bloodweave Bakery AU

[stolenslumber]

oh nooooooo i just saw the trailer for puppy love w/ lucy hale and grant gustin and why am i thinking that should be a jake fic

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 8: Cockwarming

Summary: You had no idea how you ended up in this position, slotted so prettily on your husband's aching cock as he left you to fend for yourself in the search for friction. Maybe you could convince him otherwise. Warnings: Cockwarming, the reader has a vagina, mentions of genitalia, pet names, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @redvexillum Their writing is so scrumptious, I can't believe I am honored enough to exist in the same world as their masterpieces.

You could hardly stand it anymore, the teasing. How his smug smirk, nonchalant attention made your skin crawl in delicious ways that you wouldn’t dare to admit aloud. But he knew, you didn’t have to tell him. Your fingers dug into the plush velvet of your husband’s seat, weeping cunt slotted perfectly on his hard and angry cock. Hair disheveled, lips puffy and red from how hard his teeth had assulated them mere minutes ago…you couldn’t stand him anymore. 

The green light illuminated the office, allowing the soft pitter-patter of rain to take on an eerie glow through the oval window. Cascading streams of water glistened, letting the green street lights shake and shift across the floor with each passing droplet. When you had visited your husband late into the night, the Eye of Zaun hard at work scanning over various papers, you had no idea what would occur. With a steaming cup of tea in your hand, the whisps of steam wafting off it in a comforting air that could soothe even the worriest of worriers. You had crossed the hardwood floor, placed it gently on his desk as you propped yourself up on the corner. 

“Silco…it’s been hours.”

The world swam in that window’s green light, the hard maroon cushion,and those bi-colored eyes that penetrated your soul when he looked up to observe your form. Neither eye displayed much emotion to the untrained eye but after so long you could nearly tell what your husband was thinking. The orange eye held depths of a fire unknown and the loving rage of a thousand comets hurling towards each other with a fire too hot to be extinguished until they met. The blue, however,  the crystal blue one showed the most restraint surprisingly. You were wearing more casual clothes, a button up white shirt and a pair of maroon suit pants. Nothing you would have deemed anything worth the heated and lustful gaze you were receiving. 

“I know, my dear. But Zaun waits for no man.”

Filting around his chair, you sat in his lap, running your nimble fingers through the locks of his slicked back hair. Cooing softly as his head craned back in relaxation, you thought you had finally won him over for the night. 

“My dear, if you keep that up I will have no choice but to indulge myself in what else that heavenly body of yours can offer me.”

Choking back a surpirsed gasp, a frantic blush coating your cheeks, you halted your movements. You had no idea what had warranted such a bold reaction from the Industrailist, but here it seems that you had done something. 

That is how you ended up now, pussy full of cock, drooling onto the shoulder lining of Silco’s vest as he did nothing. Sliding slightly, attempting to get more friction, to feel him deeper inside you, his rough fingers came to grip your hips in a bruising manner. 

“Shhh now pet. You did this to yourself, looking so delicatable while I work.”  His breath was hot against the shell of your ear, one hand returning to scribble some notes down on the paper he was viewing while the other stayed on your hip. You let out a desperate whimper, grinding your hips down once more in a plea. Your nails dug into the fabric of his chair, tearing the material slightly. Growling into your ear that the friction you had caused, your husband roughly bucks his hips up into you. 

“Behave yourself. I’ll treat you well soon enough love…”

Guess you were here for a while then. 

[ronmanmob]

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[flawseer]

Your thoughts on the wof characters have been really interesting and I'd love to hear your take on Starflight (your assignment of him being the 'designated sufferer' of arc one is both hilarious and tragically accurate). I've always liked him, cowardly though he is he still acts when he really needs to and the dynamic between him and Tsunami is super fun (the whole outwardly combative but inwardly just wishing to be as strong/as smart as the other).

I like Starflight and I relate to him a lot, as a fellow chronic worrier who annoys his friends with constant blathering about stuff only I find interesting, and often finding myself paralyzed in the face of decisions.

It’s funny how the story puts forward a black dragon, which in media are usually portrayed as mysterious, ambiguously malevolent harbingers of doom, and makes him into this adorable dork.

He’s also the plot’s chew toy, which I am at times less enthusiastic about. Especially when jokes are made at the expense of his misfortune.

Wings of Night and Sea

Starflight’s and Tsunami’s friendship is very engaging because, in a sense, both of them complete each other. For each, emulating the other serves as their last resort when faced with a personal crisis. Whenever Tsunami encounters a situation she cannot overcome with her usual blunt and direct approach, she asks herself how Starflight would resolve the situation. When Starflight becomes overwhelmed and too scared to move, his mind conjures an image of the strongest, bravest, most unstoppable thing he knows, which is Tsunami. Though either would be reluctant to openly admit it to each other, they both rely on each other’s strengths to cover their own weaknesses.

Through this you get the sense that, while their opposite personalities annoy each other to no end—if you locked both of them in a room for three hours, they’d be strangling each other when you open the door again—at their core they have only the deepest respect for each other. It becomes especially apparent when you realize that both of their stories in their respective books have them compare themselves to the other unfavorably.

If these two ever did a DBZ-style fusion dance, the result would likely be one of the most capable and balanced characters in their series.

Starflight's misfortune

CW: Discussion of blindness

One thing I have noticed (and have alluded to a lot in previous posts) is that the plot really likes to kick Starflight in the teeth. His own story arc puts him through the wringer, but he is not even safe in the two arcs past that, where he is largely out of focus. Most of the things that happen to him in arc 1 seem to occur for the sake of the story, but past that... it sometimes feels to me like the world has it in for this guy.

I started writing a list of every bad thing that happens to Starflight over all three arcs, but it got way too long, so now I’m just going to talk about a few select things instead.

One thing that stands out to me is that every other protagonist in arc 1 gets a specific moment. That kind of scene where they enter their tribe’s biome for the first time or connect with a particular part of their culture/physiology, and are overcome with a sudden burst of euphoria or deep resonance with their own nature. Clay gets it when he submerges himself in mud for the first time and then later again when he finds his siblings, Tsunami when she sees and smells the ocean, Glory when she’s in the rainforest and feels the sun, and Sunny when they go through the magic tunnel and end up in the desert. Starflight is the only arc 1 protagonist who doesn’t get a moment like this; when he enters his tribe’s home for the first time it’s a giant craphole that makes him feel upset. It only gets worse from there.

Then there is the big one; the misfortune that happens to him at the end of his book. I struggle to talk about this because... uh... How do I put this?

I opened this post by saying I relate to Starflight on a personal level. I wouldn’t consider myself as studious or well-read as him, so it’s not a direct comparison, but I do like to draw, write and dabble in visual artistry. This is a major part of my life; how I define myself as a person and what I think makes me “me”. The thing about this though is that all of this is tied up into one thing: my sense of sight.

It follows then that what ends up happening to Starflight is the realization of the one thing I fear the most. Thinking about the possibility of losing ones sight is deeply, personally horrifying to me. It messes me up internally just to consider it happening to me.

This, the subject of becoming blind, is a very difficult topic for any story to properly engage with. There are many pitfalls you can fall into and come off as insensitive, or ignorant. The way Wings of Fire deals with this subject is to... well... it doesn’t really. Starflight is blinded and then the story skips over most of his reaction to it because the next POV character gets separated from the group while they sort it out.

In a way, this is a good thing. I don’t know how this series—which often rushes through these really uncomfortable, harrowing events—would be able to show a realistic reaction to this development. Like, losing ones sight would be a horrifying prospect for anyone, but for Starflight especially this completely uproots not only his entire life, but his sense of identity. Everything he likes doing, everything he is and wants to be in life is rendered virtually impossible by this.

Consider who Starflight is. He is a thinker, and a worrier who is always inside his own head. He dreads and fears, he seeks out worst case scenarios, I daresay he is inclined towards pessimism. Whenever his neuroticism gets him too stressed, or emotional, or worried, he has one immediate response: bury his nose in a scroll. When he arrives in a new place, he usually asks where the scrolls are at. When he is under threat of being abducted or attacked, his first instinct is to go grab his scrolls to keep them safe. Like with me and drawing, reading is how he unwinds, how he balances himself. It is what keeps him sane and functional through dealing with adversity (and he's Starflight, so he deals with a lot of adversity).

Then this happens to him, and suddenly the one thing that makes this poor, battered boy happy, the one thing that never hurts him, is taken away forever. If I was in his place, if I learned I was suddenly blind, I would fall apart. I would cry, then scream, then cry AND scream and probably flail around in a panic. Clay would have to hold me down and restrain me so I don’t end up falling off the platform in a frenzied fit. Or worse.

So yeah, I get why the plot had to look away. Seeing this happen to Starflight—him going through this kind of anguish and then sinking into quiet despair as his world crumbles around him—would have been heartbreaking. In the end, we go on Sunny’s solo adventure and when she returns Starflight is already conveniently past the screaming fit phase and has adjusted to his new life circumstances—enough to talk and joke as if nothing happened. He then goes on to dedicate himself to bringing the wonders of literature to other blind dragons, which is a noble goal and good trajectory for his character—even if it’s a bit abrupt and I would have liked to SEE him do that instead of just being told.

Anyway.

This next one isn’t as notable because it doesn’t happen TO him, but I want to point it out to back up my claim that Starflight Ls can and will happen even in story arcs that have very little to do with him. In book 6 Moonwatcher and Darkstalker have a conversation where they discuss the concept of Nightwing powers and how they relate to the moons. The story very pointedly draws attention to the fact that Starflight nearly was born under three full moons and would have become the most powerful Nightwing of his generation if his inept caretakers had not decided to hatch him underground. While I don’t think getting these powers would have been good for Starflight in the long run, it is a bit sad considering he spent most of his childhood thinking he was born wrong because he didn’t have powers, and then Morrowseer further gaslit him about it throughout the arc.

And then we don't talk about what happens in arc 3. I am not the right person to discuss it.

My take on Starflight

I was asked to give my take on the character, so...

I already went into how I think he’s very introspective and prone to worrying. I see him as an introvert, which is something he has in common with Glory, and contrast him with Sunny, Clay, and especially Tsunami. He enjoys reading but also other activities where he gets to use his brain. He likes puzzles; I imagine he got very excited when they had to figure out the murder plot in book 2, or when he caught Blister in a lie. If he had a computer it would be full of adventure and puzzle games, and he’d hog the resident DS to play the Professor Layton series all the time.

When they found the academy, it is implied he teaches a literacy course and gives out writing assignments. That is right up his alley, but I’ve always felt he also has strong math/natural science teacher vibes. There should logically be a numbers class at that school and I can’t imagine any other character who would be more suited to teach it.

If I were asked where I would make changes to his story, I guess I would nix the part where he and Fatespeaker hook up in book 5. I have nothing against their relationship, it’s actually grown a lot on me over time. But I never liked how it started. Starflight gets rejected by Sunny and then immediately hooks up with Fatespeaker. This is really undignified for her because it takes their potentially intriguing romantic relationship and turns her into Starflight’s “rebound chick”. You really need to give yourself some time to move on from your previous attraction; rushing like this creates doomed relationships.

The original story implies that about half a year passes between the end of arc 1 and the start of arc 2. I like to pretend this gap is actually a bit longer, by like 2 or 3 years. It gives the old protagonists a bit more time to settle into the roles they’ll occupy during the next arc, and makes it more plausible to me that they could build and outfit an entire school, write the curriculum, designate roles, etc..

In that time, with things being more calm now, Starflight has opportunity to get lost in his own thoughts again. It turns out, now that the dangers of the war are no longer distracting him, he finds it difficult to cope with his blindness and sinks into a depression.

While this happens, Fatespeaker is there with him. She sees his condition worsening by the day, but refuses to give up on him. She reads to him; they talk, and they bond. Though serious self-searching and hard work, together they manage to pull out of the darkness eventually. This is how their relationship starts, and it’s also how Starflight gets the idea to invent the dragon-equivalent of braille.

Somewhere during that time, I also imagine Glory has Tamarin escorted to Jade Mountain so she can help Starflight adjust to his new situation and learn how to navigate his life without needing to rely on others. Perhaps this is what motivates Tamarin to attend the academy later.

What else is there to say? Hmm...

I think Starflight is really fond of hard candy. Jawbreakers are his favorite especially. Though given how prone to misfortune he is in the story, I’m hesitant to put him in proximity of anything with a name like that.

[luveline]

Jade I’ve been WAITING and HOPING for you to ask about spider verse and/or Miguel requests. He is the epitome of grumpy love interest falls for sunshine reader, would you maybe write something where he’s like in the midst of being scary and intimidating and then when reader walks in he is trying to maintain that image in front of whoever else is there but she just like totally ignores it and basically exposes how soft he is?

Obviously feel free to take or leave whatever parts of that you like I just love grumpy x sunshine

SPOILERS FOR SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE BELOW

thank you for your request! for you my love, grumpy (lovesick) miguel x sunshine spidergirl!reader, 1.5k

Miguel spends a lot of time arguing with Peter B. Parker, or as you've so fondly nicknamed him, Sweatpants-Man. Well, Miguel spends a lot of time yelling at him. It stopped for a while; Peter B. Parker took some time away from the Spider Society, but eventually he returned with a brand new spider. A baby girl. 

You linger at the door, startled to find him in company, but pleased when he isn't yelling as loudly as he could be. He looks desperately as though he wants to shout, and is holding back through sheer force of will, his eyes widened and his hair falling in unruly waves over his forehead, strands of it curled into his eyes. 

Miguel is a worrier. It isn't his fault. He's a great man with responsibilities beyond his control, and he may not always react how he should, but he tries his best. You don't agree with everything he does, but you like him. You adore him. For all of his goodness, his bravery, and the smile he gives you when you're alone. 

He's clearly troubled by something. 

"I don't really see the harm, I won't tell him a thing," Peter B. Parker says.

"Why do you refuse to listen to me? No. End of discussion." 

"I think we should reopen the discussion," Peter B. Parker says. 

He and Miguel are friends, you think. They would have been best buddies by now if Peter could abide by Miguel's rules. Then again, you ignore the rules often and indiscriminately, and Miguel likes you.

He's scraping his hair out of his eyes now, a fierce glare fixed on Peter's face, and you have the urge to go in there and try to persuade him to give Peter whatever it is he's asking for. You're almost certain you could do it. 

Not through your sheer mastery of the persuasive arts, though you have mastered them, but because Miguel O'Hara has a soft spot for you. He tries to hide it and you refuse to let him. You haven't tried to kiss him or anything (you secretly aren't that brave) but you run circles around him for fun, only letting him boss you around every now and then to keep things loose. You could be much meaner about the whole thing: what is so humiliating as falling for your lackadaisical subordinate? But you don't hold it against him, because he likely isn't finished falling yet, and because you really do like him. 

You pull your mask off of your face and then your gloves, shoving them into a concealed pocket on your thigh. 

"Miguel," you murmur, knowing he'll hear you no matter the volume, "what's wrong?" 

Miguel doesn't glance your way. 

Peter B. Parker's shoulders sag in relief at your appearance. "Thank god you're here," he says. 

You hadn't realised Peter knew who you were. "I'm here," you repeat mildly. 

"Tell Miguel that the risk involved with visiting Earth-1610 is super, duper small." 

"Well, it is negligible," you murmur, though Peter's quest isn't your prerogative. 

Miguel groans loud and unapologetically. 

You stand near Miguel and look up at him. He's ridiculously tall. You’d have to crane your neck if you stood at his feet. You maintain some distance and look him over from a gentler incline, cataloguing the dark circles under his eyes for the hundredth time. They don't look too bad today, but you wish he'd get more rest. 

He has a very fierce face, but you know how it softens when he laughs. It's hard to find his glaring intimidating when you've witnessed the white flash of sharp teeth as he smiles, the way his eyes light up and his eyebrows relax from their stern set when you bring him something to eat on late nights. It's almost always smothered as soon as it happens, but it does happen. 

"The risk involved is not super small," he says, still not looking at you, "the risk involved is actually incredibly big, and it isn't worth it." 

Peter puts his arms out just as Mayday drops from the rafters above. You huff a laugh at his coordination and Mayday starts to laugh, her knitted beanie drooping into her eyes. 

"Hi, baby," you say softly, reaching out to hold her hand. She squeezes your fingers. 

"It's worth the risk. Absolutely, it's worth the risk, and I would argue that me visiting would actually strengthen the state of the multiverse–" 

"In what scenario–" 

"–and, like, make your job easier." Peter stops Mayday from climbing up your shoulder. 

"If there's one thing you've never done, Peter, it's make my job easier. I can't believe you're asking me again," Miguel says, taking a big breath, like he's going to pop. 

You step away from Peter to catch Miguel's attention. When his eyes lock onto yours, you smile as fondly as you're able, the kind of smile you know he likes. Your eyes widen just a touch and your eyebrows rise, the corners of your mouth not quite dimpling. It's a smile that says all the same stuff you love to say aloud. Hi, handsome. What's got you so stressed today? 

"Don't be like that, Miguel," Peter says. 

You tilt your head to one side. "You don't look very well," you say. 

"I'm fine." There's a thread of gentleness there, almost indistinguishable from his serious tone. "Or I would be, if Peter would listen to me for once." 

"I'm listening, man, I just think you should see sense." 

Miguel's face flickers like he wants to correct him, but he keeps getting caught on you. Nothing specific, just that his gaze lands on your face or your shoulder or your arm before he looks at Peter, and all the steam rushes out of him. He’s trying not to smile at you.

"I see sense," Miguel insists. It's like he wants to be angrier than he has, gritting his teeth weakly. "It's not feasible right now." 

You smile at that. Right now. You're not sure he's ever said something that could lead to a compromise. You are sure that he hadn't meant to. Peter is understandably thrilled, hiding his own smile as he puts Mayday back into her carrier. 

"Alright. Well, I've gotta take her home. But I'll see you both again soon," Peter threatens, wiggling his eyebrows. "Thank you," he adds, nodding at you. 

You laugh as he leaves. Miguel is nowhere near as pleased. 

"You did that on purpose," Miguel says. 

"I did what on purpose?" 

"Coming in here." 

"Yeah, of course. I come to see you all the time on purpose. Did you think I was drifting in here on the breeze? That would be difficult, considering." You gesture to the entrance of his office, which is far from easily accessible. 

Miguel looks at you, unimpressed, with his hands on his hips. You wonder what it would take to make him put his hands on yours. 

"Don't even think about it," he says. 

"About what, handsome?" 

"You think I don't know what that look means?" He sounds fond rather than angry. It's a win. 

"I bet you know, but I'm in the dark, so if you'd… illuminate it for me, that would be greatly appreciated." 

He checks that no one's about to enter his office. You feel your heart jerk in your chest, and if his super senses are anything like the other Spider People, he can hear it. 

"You really can't come in here when I'm trying to set people straight," he says. 

"Why?" you ask. You could pout at him, but you think that might be too much. 

"You know why." Somewhere between words he drifts closer, soundless, his face inching down toward yours with a surprising swiftness. "You know why," he repeats.

You lift your chin as much as you dare, which isn't much, but enough that your giggly confirmation fans over his lips, "Yes, I do." 

He nudges you away, and it isn't without affection. His warm, big hand lingers on your shoulder, even as he says, "Go, go do something." 

"Miguel, I came to see you." 

"I know, and I have a meeting with Jess in a minute, so you can't be here. It'll undermine my authority." 

"What will?" you ask, smiling, because you already know. His fondness for you. 

"Go away. Come and see me later," he says. 

You sigh and spin away from him. "I will, but not because you told me to!" you call, leaving the office with an awful sense of victory. 

Miguel scrubs his face with his hands as you go. He's really not sure what he's going to do with you. His plan to hold you at arm’s length isn’t working anymore, and honestly? He doesn’t think he could stand it a minute longer. Thank whoever’s watching over him that you actually do as he asks for once and leave. 

Miguel was one sweet smile away from kissing you up against the wall.