#I put the head on the ground

[luxaofhesperides]

Wings AU ; requested by @justwannabecat!

“Are you sure it looks good?” Duke asks for the sixth time in an hour.

Tim sighs and says, yet again, “It looks fine. Just give it to him! If he doesn’t love it, I’ll beat him up for you.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“I could! But you’re right, I wouldn’t. I would just psychologically torment him until he broke.”

“Don’t do that, please. I’d like to actually have a chance with him, even if he hates this.”

“He won’t,” Tim says. He actually stops typing to give Duke a severe look. “Go and give it to him. If you don’t go now, he’s going to think you bailed.”

Duke glances at the time, then jumps. “Shit! Thanks for your help, man!” He’s out of the door before Tim can say another word. He doesn’t bother with the front door, or even going down the hallway. Instead, he opens the nearest window and flings himself out of it, unfurling his tawny wings to catch the wind beneath them and ride them into the city proper.

He briefly considers stopping for a moment to change into his Signal outfit so he can fly above civilian jurisdiction, then decides that it’s far easier to just bend the light around him so he’s invisible. He wouldn’t want to be late meeting Danny, after all. Especially not for this.

He hadn’t been expecting Danny to be into traditional courting methods. Most people tend to go the more modern way of dating, but Danny had mentioned once or twice that he thought it was romantic. He had blushed, mumbling the words, but Duke heard them and went into researching courting methods to see which ones Danny might like best.

Sure, he could just ask Danny out on a date like he normally would if he liked someone, but if Danny wants to be courted, then Duke is going to court him!

It’s why he’s been planning this out carefully, gathering his primaries after his wings molted a few months ago so he could string them together into a thin wing covering. 

Admittedly, this courting method isn’t super common, but the thought of giving Danny his feathers, making it look like their wings are one and the same, has kept Duke up some nights, wanting it so badly. 

Besides, he thinks Danny will like it. Considering the state of his wings after the Accident…

Duke holds his handmade wing covers closer to his chest, flier lower as he leaves Bristol and enters Diamond District. The streets are busy, full of people. Most tend to stay on the ground, wings tucked close to their bodies, but there are plenty still flying above cars and buses that Duke has to carefully fly around. 

It takes another twenty minutes to get to Robinson Park, where Duke drops down to the ground and takes a moment to make sure all his feathers are straight and neatly displayed. Then he walks into the park, heading towards their usual meeting place.

For once, it’s a nice, sunny day in Gotham. Everyone’s taking advantage of it. The park is full of couples and families, walking around slowly, and kids dart through the air, still unable to go very high with their wings not yet fully grown in. It’s nice to hear the laughter and general chatter of people wandering the park. 

Duke doesn’t spend too long walking the paved paths through the park. He steps off of it near the second water fountain on the path, then heads into the trees, passing two moms on a picnic with their three kids rolling around the grass nearby. 

Tucked away in this corner of the park is a small clearing surrounded by thin trees. The tile is dirty and cracked, no one maintaining it at all with it hidden away. 

He sees Danny’s wings first, with long feathers that trail onto the ground, a black that shines dark blue in the light. He follows the lines of his wings back to his body, where Danny sits on a bench, leaning his weight back against his hands as he lifts his head up into the sunlight, basking in the warmth.

He really is so pretty. He insists that he isn’t, but Duke regularly spends time with the Wayne family, all who have modeled before, so he’s got a better idea than most about what pretty  looks like, and Danny fits the bill. 

“Hey,” Duke calls out softly, watching as Danny slowly blinks his eyes open and turns to give him a warm smile.

“Hey! I’m free for the rest of the day, which means we have so much time to complain about things today.”

“I didn’t keep you waiting, did I?”

“Nope,” Danny says. “I wouldn’t mind waiting, though. I like hanging out with you.”

Heart pounding in his chest, Duke walks forward. He doesn’t know if there’s something specific he has to say when presenting his gift, if there’s a courting tradition involved that he didn’t learn about. He’s terrified Danny’s going to reject it. He’s praying that Danny accepts it.

“Are you okay?” Danny asks, standing to get a better look at him. “You seem tense…” He trails off as he catches sight of what Duke holds in his hands, breath stuttering.

“I’m fine. I, um.” Duke steps into the clearing, entering the sunlight, and holds out his wing covers. “I made them for you. You mentioned before that you thought courting traditions were romantic… I don’t know if you like wing covers, but I thought you’d look good in my feathers… Only if you want it though!”

He’s trying so hard not to cringe away in embarrassment. He’s flirted with Danny before, half jokes and half serious, always playful. Duke was smooth then, delighting in how flustered it made Danny before he hit back with his own flirting. Now he’s a hesitant, stuttering fool, tripping over his words and struggling to find the perfect things to say. Maybe he should have thought up a speech, or something. Memorized a few lines to speak his intentions with this courting gift. Done literally any prep for giving the gift instead of focusing only on making it.

Danny doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move either. He just stares, wide-eyed at the wing covers in Duke’s hands.

That’s a bad sign, isn’t it.

His hands lower just a touch, and he quietly prompts, “Danny?”

Just as he’s about to pull back, step away and try to fix things, messily attempt to salvage their friendship because clearly Danny doesn’t want to be courted by Duke, Danny’s hands snap out whip-fast and latch onto his wrists.

“This is… for me?” he whispers, awed.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s for you.”

“And you’re courting me? Like, for real?”

“Yeah, definitely courting you for real. Do you accept?”

Danny throws himself into Duke’s arms, careful not to crush the wing covers between them. “In what world would I say no?” he laughs, bright with joy. He pulls back a second later, not giving Duke time to hug him back, and turns around, carefully stretching his wings out. “Put them on for me?”

“Of course.”

He starts by smoothing out some of Danny’s feathers. He doesn’t get to do this often; Danny hates having his wings on display for anyone, with how they spasm occasionally, and have empty patches where feathers will never grow in again. The Accident, all that electricity coursing through him, it permanently damaged his wings. There is no healing to be done. 

His wings are lacking too many flight feathers and primaries for him to fly. He’s stuck on the ground now, unable to use his wings for more than a minute. Old burns are still visible closer to his spine. 

Danny prefers hiding his wings away. He hates thinking about the Accident, hates how it’s taken his wings from him, how it’s changed him completely. 

But Duke loves his wings. He loves the softness of Danny’s lower feathers, how they shine in the light, how they always puff up when it gets windy. He’s only gotten to preen them twice before, and he treasures those memories more dearly than anything else.

This easily outshines both those moments.

He gently combs his fingers through Danny’s feathers, straightening them out, then lays the first wing cover over his right wing. His own brown feathers drape over the top of Danny’s wings, hiding the featherless patches from view. He does the same to the other wing, then adjust both until they lay perfectly on Danny’s wings.

As soon as he lifts his hands away from Danny’s wings, Danny is spinning around with a grin, flaring his wings out.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect,” Duke answers. He was right; Danny looks good in his feathers.

He watches, fond and amused, as Danny spins, keeping his wings flared, admiring his new look. “I’m never taking these off,” he says. “I love them so much. I can’t really make one for you, though…”

“You don’t need to.”

“I can’t just accept this and not give you something in return!”

“Well… There is one thing you could give me. Something I’ve been wanting for a long time.”

“What is it?” Danny asks, leaning towards Duke. He’s eager, ready to please, so delighted to be courted. 

Duke smiles. “A kiss.”

“Done.” 

He doesn’t have time to react before Danny is pouncing on him, hands fisting the collar of his shirt as he tilts his head up and kisses Duke. He pulls back before Duke can kiss back, blushing and unbearably cute.

And all Duke manages to say is, “Cool.”

He’s so good at this.

Danny rightfully laughs at him, then grabs his hand and pulls him down to the bench. “Come on, I promised to complain about my teachers today and I intend to deliver. And maybe later, I could take you out on a date? If you want.”

“Danny, of course I want to go on a date with you. I’m courting you! I thought I made my feelings clear!”

“I’m just making sure!” Danny shouts over him, and Duke can’t resist the urge to pull him closer and pepper kisses along his cheek. “Okay, okay, I got it. You’ve made your feelings clear. I’m going to date you so hard.”

“You better. It’s about time you put some work into our relationship.”

“Excuse you?!” Danny gasps in mock outrage, and they start bickering lightheartedly as they always do.

Even with their feelings come to light, even with a courtship started and a date promised, it doesn’t feel like anything between them has changed. 

It’s just them. Just as it always has been.

Duke couldn’t be happier.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #this was going to be longer bc i got into worldbuilding but then it got TOO long so i scrapped all that to focus on duke and danny #first time writing wing fic.... the amount of thought i put into how this world works had my head spinning #like this one: most people sleep in hamocks or have beds that are off the ground so they can stretch their wings out #regular beds like ours exist but mostly for kids/senior citizens/people with damaged wings who cant fly #like danny. so he has a normal bed and duke has a hammock which means the cuddling situation is Difficult #usually it ends with danny on his back and duke on his chest or danny completely wrapped up in dukes wings #just picture that. youre welcome :)

[somnimagus]

Fiona and Hewie

[id in alt!]

#haunting ground #demento #fiona belli #hewie #blood #one of my favorite games in the entire world. it means so so much to me #(feels odd saying that about a horror game.. but. just look at them. listen to the precious hewie ost for one second) #plus i can only go like 3 steps before pausing and just putting my head in my hands so it's just really good horror haha #anyway my headcanon is that hewie is so fuckin bursting with power and dog azoth that he'll live as long as fiona does #no i don't know anything about alchemy but i demand that they are friends for the rest of time #fan art #my doodles

[jamiesfootball]

Roy does not look happy with Jamie’s Amsterdam story long before Jamie meanders towards what happened.

Like the second Jamie says ‘he was acting like some sort of super dad or some shit’ Roy shoots him a look like where’s this fucking going and his brow does not un-crease from there

#I feel like I can’t rewatch this scene enough #because the pulled out camera makes catching all the micro expressions difficult #it’s a lovely shot for putting them on even ground #for illustrating how they’re on a path together metaphorically #it’s effective in its intent #just I want to crawl around in both their heads and it’s not effective for that #jamie tartt #roy kent #ted lasso rewatch

[seithr]

#sticks my hand out of the ground to give a thumbs up. #sorry a lot came down on me and I've been more than out of it and needed to stick my head in the freezer. #probably better I not say More but buhgh. still fuzzy. its been a long week. i always come back to dimitri. i guess hes a comfort character #whenever I get stressed to physical symptoms i end up with a big block of photos in my phone...lockscreen... pfp...dumb but. it works. agh. #pass the mitri... #armour clanking #fe3h #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #is it weird to put my tag-admission of life in a character tag? probably but i'm half-aware at best. i wish other dimitri fans a very mitri

[tilebytiles]

knowing i’ll never be able to articulate thoughts and feelings as eloquently and as beautifully as alex turner does and knowing i’ll never be able to turn the mundane into the most captivating thing in the history of the world the way he does and knowing i’ll never be able to capture a single moment, the glare of the sun, a flickering stare, a lopsided smile, crumbs on the table at the diner, the way he does makes me want to never create anything ever again

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #am #the last shadow puppets #tlsp #sometimes i just read stuff he’s written and i just think. like. oh. oh #putting my head in a hole in the ground like an ostrich and never coming out

[shima-draws]

The fact that this won’t even be the LAST time Sanji gets horribly manipulated by another woman. I’m just 😔

#HE’S A SIMP and girls take advantage of that too often 😭 #AND THE FACT THAT he still forgives them anyway!! Even after putting him through hell!! #Listen say what you want about Sanji but there’s no denying that he’s. SUCH a good person #Too good of a person who is endlessly kind and caring and forgiving #Sanji gives and gives and gives and never takes. He’s so stupidly selfless sometimes it makes me want to cry #And people take advantage of that so often :’( #HE’S A GOOD BOY!!! He doesn’t deserve this #Shima speaks #One Piece #Sanji #Black Leg Sanji #He literally became my favorite (besides Luffy) for this exact reason #The fact that he’s so self sacrificing. The fact that he gives himself entirely to other people #And doesn’t expect anything in return #And has so little self worth I just. FUCKING hell dude. #His attempted sacrifice at Thriller Bark was a really big thing too #’They can always find another cook’ that was probably his thought process #BUT SANJI MY LOVE. THEY CAN NEVER FIND ANOTHER SANJI. ANOTHER YOU #If Sanji had taken Zoro’s place he WOULD have died. And that would have fucking torn Luffy APART #SLAMS MY HEAD INTO THE GROUND UGHHH SANJI. I LVOE YOU

[q-uzi]

NOT IF I DO IT FIRST!!!

like really heavily rp based (god hes so bald w/o the helmet)

#i really regret not killing him off here #he managed to survive the shot to the head #i shouldve killed him off #cause slingshot insane despair #does this put us on equal playing grounds? since i drew swocket angst and all @zeeep69lmfao lol #giving my faves trauma #art #roblox #digital art #fan art #fanart #blood #gore #i think? #character death #death #but not really cause he survived in the roleplay #angst #phighting #phighting! #roblox art #phighting fanart #phighting phanart #skateshot #skateshot phighting #slingboard #slingboard phighting #thats a lot of tags

[fobnsfwdoodlesbackup]

As I've mentioned, a friend of mine is writing a fall out boy rodeo fic. I had been wanting to paint steer wrestler Patrick but this was solidified when a different friend said that's exactly the kind of painting that their homophobic conservative mom would like. 😏😈

So I got to work attempting to paint a completely self indulgent homoerotic painting sexualizing Patrick Stump that could fly under the radar with conservative Texans because I think that's Sooooooo funny. Watch out, friends homophobic mom, you're about to have the gayest painting on your wall. Yeehaw. 🤠🐎🏳️‍🌈

Canvas is about the same size as me.

#painting #safe to reblog #fall out boy #Patrick stump #sexualize that old man #this was one of the big projects I've been pouring tons of hours into #i want to be the steer #please Patrick wrestle me to the ground by my head #i did put my heart and soul into this and it's absolutely made to be funny both are true #putting my gay little hands all over cowboy culture #rodeo #gay cowboy #Beardtrick #art #au #patrick #hoping conservatives look at this and are blind to thr fact that its basically male pinup its an ass shot

[merrysithmas]

my FAVORITE all time inane AU formula is "help something happened to santa and SOS somehow the cast of _____ has to deliver all the presents to the entire world/universe in one night"

and so now im picturing the SNW enterprise crew doing so w/kirk and Santa as some ubiquitous benevolent good tidings space entity

#santa isnt a coca cola capitalist in this au w are talking about yuletide winter spirit here #strange new worlds #christopher pike #defactor head elf: Una Chin Riley #lmao im picturing la'an like CAPTAIN there's a rottweiler in home 236 #uhura is like CAPTAIN LETTERS TO SANTA ARE ARRIVING AT AN ALARMING PACE #spock is like 'quantifying persons into a dichotomous list of Naughty or Nice is illogically oversimplified - and by which metrics am I #checking such list Twice?' #and then he continues to have his Vulcan/Human personality conflict (sorry spock) but the real elves love him #christine and erica and joseph are getting smashed on Good Cheer #sam and jim and working together as Chris' on-ground backup and sams like JIM YOU CANT PUT THE PRESENT THERE UNDER CARDASSIAN CUSTOM ITS #CONSIDERED AN INSULT TO PLACE A GIFT BY A FIREPLACE #and jims on the comm like: Sam I'm Stuck In The Chimney - over

[seagulley]

okay so as step 1b of shaping a retrieve, Kaija needs to learn how to hold a duration chin rest. i never taught her a chin rest at all and i have no idea why not bc it's so damn cute 🥺

#nose touch was the first thing i ever taught her and remains one of her most strongly reinforced behaviours #putting her head down (so like a chin rest on the ground) is another that she loves and tends to offer whenever she isn't sure what to do #and yet i never taught her an actual chin rest #gosh it's the cutest thing

[roychewtoy]

[death warning] i should probably go tell my mum i'm immortal... catch u later

#oh fleeting nathan and louise scenes.... lays down on the ground #the [nothing anyone says hurts you. not everybodys like that] comments from ur mum to immortality pipeline actualised #thats the vibe.. energy.. feel. i was tryin to hit here #anyway i made this a few weeks ago and i dont even associate this whole song with him. just this part #fully so i could have the lyric [hes always standing outside looking in. they smile but they dont look at him] with those specific shots #immortality.......... YIIIIPPPEEEEEEEEE #gore #putting death warning in front cause well. u know. blowing his own head off #but also just imagining nathan walking around with a sticker stamped to him that says death warning #nathan young #misfits #nathan young edit #misfits edit #my edit #chewtoy

[fauvester]

do any of the adoption kids dance? what's their taste in music? also is there a story behind the splash on iskra's right forehead temple?

OMG i have so many silly little thoughts about postcanon Cardassian youth music

I love my post-WWII cultural timeline for cardassia, which puts 20 years post-Fire sort of in the mainstream jazz/swing era. Out from the dignified waltzing of Garak's youth and into furtive lindy hopping in basements and bombed-out factories after government curfew.

Iskra definitely sneaks out to go to parties with the rest of the disillusioned youth of Prime. Garak knows. She knows he knows. He desperately yearns for a Cardassia filled with dancing and music and so he will condone youthful rule-breaking.

Mels suggested Romulan pop (rpop you might say) becoming a chief cardassian cultural import and I think that that's hilarious so I'm claiming it. Garak hates it but it's ubiquitous. Electropop cover of the Anthem of the Cardassian Union. Iskra Idan and Jocasta love it and play it constantly.

Young Elim listens to Terran music that he's picked up from Julian. They do sing-alongs on long drives. It's very sweet because neither of them can sing for shit. Jo listens to Cardassian classics and the occasional classical Vulcan or Andorian piece while she works.

Idan plays the Romulan harp (vulcan harp, but Romulan style [e.g. violin vs fiddle]). The harp itself was a gift from Bashir's parents. He mostly just toodles around on it for fun and appalls his Vulcan classmates with his banjo riffs.

As for Iskra's scar, it's the usual thing you'd see with being a child victim of annihilative mondicide.

#dee s 9 #garashir adoption au #ive been watching LOTS of swingdance on youtube #i also grew up doing english country dance and ballroom dancing #iskras the bitch in the ballroom that treats every dance as a test of physical endurance #she will run you to the ground #idan is not a good dancer but he is 100% ok with looking like an idiot and having fun #its his lack of embarrassment that makes him so bad hes good. a big man full of joy waggling around #young elim mr darcy ass i do not care to dance. #pre-Fire garak would have put all the kids in dance lessons. ANY good cardassian should know how to dance. #anyways iskra got shot in the head by a jemhadar or something like that :'( boooo #DANKY OC WUESTIONS!!! 🥺🥺🥺❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[byanyan]

some insta shenanigans feat. @lee-sol bc sometimes u gotta show ur man off. ©

#sometimes u have an idea in ur head u know? #and sometimes while ur iconning u stumble across perfect images for said idea #he has the lil coffee cup ok how could i resist???? #cue me bailing on cleaning up the rest of my caps in order to make this real simple little edit just because #'im boutta steal him' they type out like they aren't the one tackling him to the ground about two seconds after the pics were taken #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ social media ⋮ you'll get put out if you don't get a little wild. #━━ ˟ ⊰ ♡ rel: sol ⋮ find me where i am most ruined; love me there.

[theloveinc]

Always thinking about Bakugo who lets your treat him like a cat. Who just sits there and lets you squish his cheeks and pet his stubbly jaw, cuddle his neck when you’re brushing all the knots out of his hair as he’s sitting in between your legs.

#Bakugo #recently been obsessed with the thought of lime #being at a squad hangout with him #he’s sitting on the ground you’re sitting on the couch behind him #and he just lets you play with his hair and put your legs over his shoulders #not even bothered or angry or interrupting his jabs at Denki to stop u #I love the idea that like #he’s not big on pda but like … touching is weirdly okay #I just wanna give him a face massage and smell his head when he’s distracted #while he holds onto an ankle YOU KNOW #jagskzjdkdjdhrkkr #caitie things #gen

[islenskihesturinn]

This is a picture from half a year ago, but it occurred to me yesterday while I was keeping Lilja’s head in place during her second treatment that these animals really have to trust us a hecking lot to just let us do these things to them.

She’s been drugged to stay calm and feel a bit less as her teeth get filed down from being like a staircase to nearly straight (it was bad, now it’s almost good). Machines that make loud noises and vibrate get put in her mouth and there’s weird smelling dust everywhere. Meanwhile her human is gently patting her hair and praising her for staying put, and half an hour later she’s back with Fjara and eating hay like nothing happened.

Same goes for the other 3 (namely Týra, Solita and Ieniemini), who just come walking up to you after all that, asking for a treat (and a brush bc it’s shedding season and they’re all itchy ladies).

I don’t really think about it often, but sometimes it’ll hit me how much they trust that we have their best interests at heart and they know this in their own way.

#brb crying but in a thankful way #anyway Týra is fully okay again (had a freshly broken tooth pulled) #Lilja can actually chew normally again now and with one more treatment she should be normally aligned again #same goes for Solita and Ieniemini! #Hviða and Fjara were both fully alright and only need yearly check ups now #Lilja…Lilja was off worst and had basically spent longer than I like hanging a jaw like a bulldog #lower jaw forward #she couldn’t put it back bc her teeth had been ground down wrong #I could tell at first from the weird squeaky noises she made while chewing #and then lots of shaking of her head and holding the bit #but now at this point in time 1. all her hooves are nice and regular and supporting 2. she can move her jaw normally and 3. her entire body #is physically okay (got checked by a physician yesterday) #she’s mentally happy as well (was a bit down since December (same Lil. same.) #I’ve been making an effort since for both her and me to spend more time with her #I wasn’t well and aside from it taking a toll on me it also took a toll on her #naively I didn’t think my absence would matter #stupidly even. my own sad brain got to me. #lesson learned: horses make happy chemicals in the brain. apparently humans can do that for their horses too. #and now I’m crying again. been doing that a lot lately🥲 #anyway the trust my horses have for us are not something I take for granted and it’s humbling and an honour