#bird verse

[thetownsendsw]

My staff picks shelf has ended up being VERY Gender at the moment…

#bookseller #bookstore #the left hand of darkness #ursula k. le guin #ancillary justice #imperial radch #ann leckie #the four profound weaves #rb lemberg #bird verse #gideon the 9th #the locked tomb #tlt #tamsyn muir #all systems red #murderbot #martha wells

[renardsruses]

The path that no bird of prey knows, and the falcon’s eye has not seen it

#Nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood Wednesday is upon us #I was looking at cathedrals with starry ceilings and wanted to draw wolfwood with one as a background #I love the stars… I love stars #wolfwood #trigun fanart #happy wolfwood wednesday #trigun #trimax #verse is Job 28:7 #wolfwood the man that you are… #the bird is a plover and he’s holding a geranium cough #my art #renardsruses #renardsrusesart #trigun wolfwood

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about how Price finds pleasure in pain | 18+, MINORS DNI

Content tags: face slapping

Being in the military meant that Price was no stranger to pain. Wounds, big as small littered his body on daily bases and at some point he became accustomed to the aches and stings that came with having them. Not only has he grown accustomed to the pain, he’s come to enjoy it as well, meaning that he enjoys getting slapped during sex.

He’d told you about this early on in your relationship, never one to hide things from his partner. You’d been surprised to say the least but it was something you were willing to try with him and once you felt prepared enough, you decided to indulge in his kink.

You’re straddling his waist with both your hands cupping his face. You’ve been reading about the subject, discussing boundaries and setting up safe words with him but you still can’t help but feel nervous at this very moment. So many things can go wrong and the last thing you want is to hurt him.

But Price looks relaxed as ever, sporting a small smile on his face as soft cerulean eyes peer up at you beneath long black lashes. He looks something akin to an angel. However if one were to look closer they’d see his flushed cheeks and the desire swirling in his iris and they’d know he is a mere mortal, more than eager to sin.

“Ready when you are, love” he says, voice as relaxed as he appears to be with a bit of anticipation peaking through it.

Price laughs when you first slap his face, since the slap is rather soft and playful, hand still a bit unsure and careful. However he quickly ensures you that he is quite alright, kisses the palm of your hand and nuzzles into your touch.

“Do it again, harder this time, yeah?” His voice now as firm as his request and this time you see the desire trickle past the relaxed facade.

The second time you slap his cheek, he gasps in surprise and blinks rapidly.

Just as you’re about to ask if he’s alright, Price looks at you, eyes now glassy and lips wet, and voice sounding a bit hoarse when he says “Good, that was good”

As you get more comfortable with slapping him, you’ll start to see just how much he really enjoys this. He’ll softly gasp every time you slap his face, his cheeks will flush red and for a second his eyes will widen, flashing with something you’d quickly learn was desire. Because every time you slap him he’ll lean closer to your face, only to pull you in for a passionate kiss and mutter a “Please fuck me” against your lips.

You had also learned that slapping him was a rather useful tool to get him to communicate what he wants and needs since he has a tendency to get lost in pleasure and forgets how to communicate properly.

So when you notice that his words are fizzling out into mere nods and hums, and he stops responding altogether to your questions, you’ll give a soft slap to his cheek. “speak” you say to him and that’s enough for him to tell you what he needs.

You quickly soothe the sting with a gentle rub to his cheek and with praise falling from your lips “Good there, pretty” you coo, fingertips gently gliding over flushed skin. The soothing touch to his cheek is a stark contrast to the stinging he feels and that in itself has him feeling lightheaded, cock hard and weeping inside his pants and pleas for more falling from his lips.

It’s also a rather useful tool in bed when you need to steer him in the right direction. Price will be down on his knees, head buried between your legs and tasked with focusing on your release. But he’d quickly forget all about it as he ruts his hips against whatever flat surface there is, desperately searching for any sort of relief. As much as it’s a sight to see his tousled hair, the flush on his cheeks, the way his teeth sinks into his bottom lip as he chases his release, this isn’t what he’s supposed to be doing.

Your hand glides down to his cheek, palm cupping supple skin before you slap his cheek. He gasps at that, eyes blinking at you in surprise before a whimper escapes his mouth. “None of that, love. Be good and I’ll reward you for it, yeah?” He furiously nods his head at that, apologies tumbling from his lips along with incoherent babbling as he nuzzles up into your touch.

Slap him as he gets closer to his release, he loves it. It’s a sight to see since up until that point he's quite vocal about what he wants and needs. But when he’s so far gone, tethering on the edge of his release, he can barely get a word out, using gestures and noises to ask you to slap him.

He’d be pinned down to the mattress, looking up at you with his eyelids hanging low and mouth agape, drool dripping down his chin as he tugs at your hand, clearly asking for something.

“What do you want?” You cup his cheek, thumb stroking sensitive skin as you smile up at him, knowing that you’re dangling what he really wants right in front of him.

When no response comes, you tighten your grip on him, fingernails sinking into supple skin causing him to wince “Use your words”

“ so - so close please just please here, please here, slap here” Price says, eyes watery, lips wobbly and hands gently pushing yours against his cheek.

“Good boy” You smile at that before you firmly slap his cheek.

“I’m- I’m ” he cries out, unable to even finish his sentence, back arching off the bed, eyes shut tight and cumming all over himself.

Definitely comfortable with having you slap him in other places as well. You can slap his thighs, his chest or you can even slap his dick. It’ll have him quivering and gasping for breath, hips desperately rutting in the air as he begs of you to fuck him. Definitely one you have to keep an eye on since he can easily get lost in it. He’ll be all marked up from your hands, skin still tingling from your touch yet he’d be still begging for more.

Hell, at times you’ll get to the point where he’s rendered speechless, incoherent words falling from his lips, drool dripping down his chin and eyes glassy and pleading for you to do it again, again and again, please.

Will obsess over the marks you left on him, constantly rubs at his thighs, chest or face without being aware of it, too busy being consumed with the pleasant sting that comes from caressing sensitive skin.

He’ll especially obsess over the ones on his face, tinted pink and clearly visibly on his pale skin. He’ll be sitting at his desk rubbing his cheek while filling out some paperwork he’d been tasked with doing. But he’ll quickly turn rock hard in his chair thinking about how the marks had gotten there in the first place.

Definitely gets disappointed once the marks start to fade and will quickly be on your tail asking you to mark him up again.

#captain john price #captain john price x reader #captain john price x male reader #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #call of duty #verse male reader #Alec writes #is it a bird is it a plane no it’s Alec with a Drabble #also I think my fav thing is introducing y’all to this type of content in soft ways #bc not everything has to be extreme u know #also it’s price getting slapped not the other way around #for anyone wondering! #sorry for any mistakes friend #but I’m over this Drabble been poking at it for 3 hours #and that’s just editing:/

[emichevy]

Peak fanart abilities

#spiderman noir #spider noir #my art #spiderman #into the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse #my wife #art #lmao #silly guy #he’s totally a bird guy #feeds the pigeons on his roof #gets carried away #bye bye #there he goes #look at him #so proud of him #so silly #silly little man #hes so babygirl #fanart #goofy #he definitely stretches like a cat in the morning #back arch #arms up and everything #his claws rip up his pillow by accident #he’s poor #not because of the great depression #but because he always has to buy new blankets and pillows #don’t worry I’ll draw him with a good ice cream I swear

[dramatisperscnae]

@thecreativeforge from here bc tumblr is dumb

Breathe. He had to breathe. Nothing had happened, they were fine, just breathe, Grayson. And try not to think about how Roy's hand had felt, there in the small of his back. How it might have felt if it had landed a few inches lower.

The hand on his shoulder made him jump, though he didn't pull away; instead his own hand came up to hold it there as he looked over at Roy, hoping the flush on his cheeks had faded a little even as he found some comfort in the fact that Roy's hadn't. At least Dick wasn't the only one suddenly feeling awkward right now.

He managed a wry grin at the teasing, giving Roy's hand a squeeze but still not letting go. "I'd…call it a tie. Would've been my win if that old brownstone had still been here." He was trying to tease back, but as Roy glanced over and blue eyes met green any further comments died on Dick's lips. His heart was still pounding, albeit a little softer than it had been a few seconds ago, though he wasn't afraid; behind the uncertainty in his eyes absolute trust was shining through.

#thecreativeforge #dick ic #dick verse: gone solo #dick thread: fallen bird #[but still ask him if you can kiss him roy i dare you XD]

[0luna123]

can everyone just stop and get my vision for a sec?

#spiderman #spiderpunk #cockatiel #birb #heckpost #doodle #hobie brown #tiel #borb #bird #atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #atsv meme #sketch #i headcanon that he just turns white when scared #he's like a cockatiel to me #btw you have my full permission to use this as a reaction image #especially the right top one

[time-and-spuds]

Had this wonderful idea for a Wordplay Yesterday and couldn't Not do it

Here's Dave Sp(r)ider

#homestuck #dave strider #karkat vantas #davekat #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #june egbert #I'm disapointed that in english it's just called a tarantula #Bird spider is way cooler

[bird-b0nez]

Occasionally, I just get so obsessed with the idea of spidersonas, that I just gotta go hyperfixate on the spiderverse movies and then write all this background info for my own oc. 🫡 it’s lowkey hell in my brain.

#across the spiderverse #spiderman #spidersona #into the spider verse #spiderverse fanart #spiderverse oc #bird art

[bird-sovereign]

Been relistening to season one

#she makes him leave the hat at the motel #and then they lose it in 15 #not sold on this design for carpenter #the silt verses #tsv fanart #tsv #faulkner tsv #carpenter tsv #art from the bird

[toffeechad]

i made this because uh- yea this pipeline will exist no matter what internet media is it

#multifandom #multifandom rambles #bfdi #bfb #tpot #spider man #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #astv #into the spider verse #istv #bloody bunny #peppa pig #suzy sheep #angry birds #hello kitty #my melody #sanrio #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run #super mario #super mario bros

[magusarchives]

sooo if i ran a rusty quill network horror fanzine would people apply?? 👀

#feel free to send me a message/ask esp if ur interested in joining as a mod #rusty quill #the magnus archives #tma #i am in eskew #the silt verses #old gods of appalachia #malevolent podcast #the cellar letters #spirit box radio #not quite dead #clockwork bird #tiny terrors #we're alive #the town whispers #the milkman of st gaffs #woe.begone #maeltopia #the sleep wake cycle #that's probably enough tags for now but theoretically it would include all horror podcasts on the network!

[darkfoxkirin]

I think I forgot to post this, lol! It's wing AU and Miguel has bat wings, and Miles has red tailed black cockatoo wings.

#wingverse #wing au #spiderman #art #fan art #fandom #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miles morales #miguel o'hara #bat wings #fruit bat #vampire bat #red tailed black cockatoo #bird wings #character design #character sheet

[meteorwinged]

@orangetintedglasses || wow you are the saddest bush i've ever met

It'd been awhile since she'd tasted emotions as potent as these on her tongue; not since the Final Days at least, and even then she'd tried avoid feeling other people's emotions as much as she could. It was slow, but she'd been learning to tune other people out, to tell what was Meteion and what was other.

This was definitely other. Even more other than usual, even; not only was it not her own emotion, but it didn't feel like anyone on Etheirys usually did either. It felt alien. She followed it to the source after a bit of debate, curious.

Someone this sad probably needed help.

"Hello?" she called, peering through the trees of the North Shroud once she spotted the flash of red. "Are you still there?"

#{you caught me in a moment of redemption; main verse} #orangetintedglasses #time for a bird to meet a tree

[whitetailgraphics]

12/28/2022 - Wetlands, Northern California / Photographs taken & edited by me.

From left to right, top to bottom; { Acorn Woodpecker | American Robin | Anna's Hummingbird | Golden-Crowned Sparrow | Mourning Dove | Northern Flicker | Red-Shouldered Hawk | Scrub Jay | Spotted Towhee }

Notes: I think that's the same hawk from the other day; I spent most of my morning following it, trying to get a decent picture. I only really got a couple okay ones, but a good video of it calling.

#my photography #photography #wildlife photography #bird photography #birdwatching #ornithology #birdblr #acorn woodpecker #american robin #anna's hummingbird #golden crowned sparrow #mourning dove #northern flicker #red shouldered hawk #scrub jay #spotted towhee #california #if i ever id any birds incorrectly feel free to lmk btw #im very well versed and try to check before i post #but yk it happens

[dramatisperscnae]

[my muse was unexpectedly kidnapped, found a year later barely alive, injured, and bound.]

@lazaruspitreborn

Where there would be some snarky commentary there was silence and cautiousness when Red Hood found frigging Nightwing dumped inside what he could only consider a murder shack at the outskirts of Gotham. A scene so shocking he couldn't even bring any words out of his mouth or brain. No, he scanned the place a second and third time with his scan-bug (one of his latest creations) and upon not finding anything that called for extra caution, rushed to Dick. They never stopped looking for him. Never! They lost Bruce too soon, couldn't lose Dick as well! But as the days went on, hope dwindled in spite of the Babs', Tim's and Jason's efforts. And with criminal activity rising again, their time became more and more limited, only making their search even harder. "H-Hey, hey, hey! It's fine. It's me, Bluebird." Jason's voice was hushed and way softer when he stopped what he thought was an attempt on a punch. "Holy shit! You're alive... Dick! Dick, no, no, no! Do not fucking go dead on me!" Gods! Jason slided on his knees to take a better look at Dick, craddling his head and face against his own chest while he measure his pulse - weak, but still there. "I'm here. I'm here Dick. You're safe." A wave of relief washed over him, so powerful that Jason completely forgot to send word back to the Belfry for quite a few minutes while he checked Dick's wounds and ascertained himself that he didn't have anything broken.

Cold. So cold. What was left of his suit wasn't nearly enough to keep the cold out. Wrists hurt. Ankles. Everything, just one constant dull ache. Where was he? Had they moved him again? They kept moving him, never too long in one place, never more than a few days…weeks? He didn't know. Time had stopped meaning anything a while back. Impossible to tell time without clocks. Without light. Without anything to go by. He could only guess.

How long had he been gone? Weeks? Months? How long since they'd taken him? How long until they came back? They always came back. Every time he though it was over, every time he woke up on a new chair, a new floor, every time he thought he'd made it out, they always came back. What would it be this time? Gas? Injection? Or going old-school with blades and blunt instruments? Or a combination of them all?

Breath rasped in his chest, the sound of hurried footsteps making him twitch. Here it came, all over again, and he didn't have the strength to fight them off. He barely had the strength to struggle against the hands pulling him from the floor, trying to pull away until his arms were immobilized and a hushed voice spoke.

It's me, Bluebird.

He looked up to see a red mask, featureless but for white lenses, looking back at him. Talking to him. Red. Not white. They didn't use red masks. And their masks didn't look like this, not remotely. It wasn't them. It wasn't them. He sagged, what little energy that had been driving him flowing out as his eyes slid closed again.

And then he heard his name. His real name. And he was being lifted, cradled against a broad chest. Forcing his eyes open again he looked up, hazily, at the red mask - no. Red helmet - above him. A helmet he knew. Voice he knew. Assuring him. Safe. He's safe. Bluebird. "…Jason…" His voice was weak, barely a whisper, hoarse from overuse or underuse or some unholy combination of both; as dry as his mouth felt, he was surprised he could speak at all right now.

There was nothing broken - at least, not recently, though from the looks of things at least one or two fingers had been broken and forcibly reset a few times. Around his wrists and ankles his struggles against his bonds had left clear tracks in the flesh beneath that had never gotten a chance to heal, while beneath the shreds of what had once been his suit were scars - some fresh, some months old, none of them clean or pretty - scattered amongst bruises and fresh wounds while his arms bore the tell-tale marks of needles. IV, syringes, his captors had regularly introduced various things into his system, though whether to keep him alive or to torment him further - or both - was anyone's guess.

#lazaruspitreborn #dick ic #dick thread: caged bird #[he is. Not in good shape #and more than half-starved into the bargain] #cw: torture mention #[just in case >>] #dick verse: taloned knight

[44whispers]

perpetually thinking of bells in santa fe by halsey PERPETUALLY!!!!!!

#all of this is temporary #jesus needed a three day weekend #you won’t even notice little bird #THE LIP SMACK IN THE FIRST VERSE FROM HOW CLOSE SHE IS TO THE MIC #i’m sick !!!!! #halsey #iichliwp