#fancy birdman

[abz-j-harding]

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#my artwork #artists on tumblr #abzjharding #abz-j-harding #abz j harding #abigail jill harding #transformation #body horror #por #parliament of rooks #monsters #demons #horror #gothic horror #fancy birdman #digital art #drawing #concept

[erenspussy420]

Sfw and nsfw headcannons for crewel and Crowley (seperately )? With female reader plz

SFW/NSFW for Crowley and Crewel! Hope you enjoy!

Fem Reader Insert

MDNI 18+ ONLY. Nsfw will be under the read more line.

Sfw: 

Dire Crowley:

This man is cheap, Like expect that during this relationship, however fear not! For he is so humbly gracious to have lavish vacations with you at the expense of the student body.

 Though for my fellow Crowley hoes out there, Crowley can be romantic. Crowley is doing his “best” and honestly it’s kind of endearing how this man flounders at trying his hand at “wooing” you. Expect plucked flowers and shiny things on your pillows, and over the top letters he has stuffed under the door of your room.

True to bird fashion, has attempted to make a nest for you and ngl it is pretty comfy.

He has horrid fashion taste, never let him pick out your clothes.

Crowley absolutely loves it when you stroke his hair, but really melts when you stroke his back, he covers you in his cloak like a bird covers themselves in their wings.

The more time you are with him, the more he trusts you enough to take his mask off. This is a serious matter, he even drops all pretenses of his goofy persona. You’re one of the few people in all of Twisted Wonderland who has seen his full face, that is something he can ever truly be grateful for.

He totally gives you sweet pecks throughout the day, though probably not in front of the students lol. He totally would in front of his staff members, likes to rub it in that he in fact does have an S/O

He totally humble-brags about you.

His hair is actually pretty nice to run your fingers through, and its unfair how nice it is.

Smells like parchment and ink, with a bit like a sharp wind from above. Bury your nose into him, and smell the soft scent of the forest.

Divus Crewel:

HUSBAND MATERIAL

Fuck, okay, he is actually the most reliable man here and competent as hell.

A real gentleman, and pretty respectful of your boundaries. 

A day starts with a morning kiss and ends the night with a goodnight kiss. His mouth was made for kissing and he's the type to kiss you slow but deeply.

This man will spoil you, clothes, dates, a stimulating conversation and he’s genuinely invested in you.

You get to wear his coat and it's so smooth under your hands. You feel fancy as fuck wearing it. Smells like him.

Unfortunately due to his job, and Crowley's malarkey, dates tend to be in between what little time you two can make for yourselves. However, even simple little dates between you feel sweet, and the vacations leave them quite…enthralling.

Honestly, Crewel helps pick out your clothes and upgrades your closet. Will respect your decisions in the end, but low key judges crimes against fashion. *aka Crowley*

Will make anything you want. Man has a binder dedicated to ideas he has for you. Seriously, color coded and seasonal outfits.Strolls through the town with you, fingers laced together. He presses a kiss on your knuckles that make you swoon.

Adores the hell out of dogs, so hopefully you like them too, or else this ain't gonna last long. If there is a dog near by you bet your sweet ass he's gonna pet it. Wait one day, he's gonna show up with a box of puppies and you can't even stop him.

He smells like expensive cologne, a hint of musk, leather and a subtle spice you can't name, but God does it make you wanna bury your nose into his skin. To his displeasure, he can't always get rid of the scent of potions on him. 

Nsfw:

Dire Crowley:

Okay, I'm gonna be super honest with you. I cannot see this is starting, than a hot hate-fucking in his office.

Birdman is submissive.

You're gonna have to pull the reigns here, he does top occasionally and ugh he's pretty good at dirty talk. He's into edging can you even belive the audacity of this man?

If you love marking, recieving or giving, he has lipstick for it you know. Just saying is all.

He has a cute dick, better than he deserves. Its smooth and girthy, and Crowley is pretty pale so is his dick. But his head is cute flushed pink. His balls are sensitive and he loses it if you suck on them.

This relationship started as a hatefuck to a romance

Despite Dire's shady self, he truly does care about you. Wants to make sure your needs are also being meet, having you cum around him, screaming his name makes his wing flutter in pleasure.

Why he is so generous, he's more than willing to surrender himself to you as your toy to use. Tie his hands back and bounce on his cock till his balls are empty and leave him there dirty with his cold cum dripping down his balls.

You have his heart all in a twist when you grab his face to kiss him deeply when he cums in you.

This man has a fucking humiliation kink I just fucking know it. He praises himself too much, but the insults have him leaking crying "yes yes tell me how bad I've been! Spit on me!" Degrade him, step on him, call him useless, just as so long as you remember to reassure him he's still wonderful and that you love him.

Divus Crewel:

This man doms and there is no questioning it.

Dom/sub play have you seen that whip and collar. No way that man doesn't have that kink.

Mod is frothing at the mouth

He isn't into gagging as much as one would expect him too. Oh he totally is into it, but he perfers hearing your moans and pleas unfiltered as you try not to cum agaisnt his orders.

He has a big cock and we all know it. Thick at the base, the head a beautiful red hue, with this thick vein under it that feels good to run your tounge on. Curves slightly to the left. His balls are well rounded, and a bit heavy. Cums comes out pretty thick.

Loves watching you hump his leg to get off, though he might have to punish you to "behave" better.

He has so many toys for you, though getting a dildo of his own cock is a gift in itself and have to work for it. Plays with those vibrator with a remote, watching you squirm trying to find relief by squeezing your thighs as he presses the button for more power.

He's really fantastic with aftercare.

He gives you that hot kiss, tounge sucking when he presses his hips into you, cock hitting the spot that has you rocking into him for more.

He has custom lingerie made for you, the types that make you feel like the sexiest being in the world. This man will fuck the living daylights out of you.

Scratch his scalp,  tug his hair makes him buck relentlessly in you.

#twisted wonderland #twst crewel #twst crowley #twst smut #dire crowley #divus crewel #dire crowley x reader #divus crewel x reader #fem reader insert #mod is feral

[twstmagica]

Magical Girl Yuu's First Day pt 2

It doesn't look like Fire Dude (Idia?) is gonna speak first

“So what did he mean by orientation?”

Muttering: “WTF are you stupid, how do you not know?”

“What was that”

“Ahhh, nothing”

Yuu gets the sneaking suspicion that this guy isn't going to be super helpful.

Fire Dude hunches further in on himself.

So orientation. That's like an introduction event for group stuff.

But what's with the robes?

Oh geez, is this a cult thing!?

Okay Yuu, gotta stay sharp. Play cool. Don't let him know you're onto them.

“Soooo will the leader be at orientation?”

Nailed it

“Huh?”

Did not nail it

Muttering: “what's with this weirdo.”

“Umm the headmaster will be there.”

bluff check passed

“Oki-doki, then I'll just save my questions for them. Please lead the way.”

Muttering: “I thought it couldn't get any worse than Malleus, but now I’m stuck with an escort quest for this newb.”

Well sorry Fire Dude. I didn't want to be kidnapped by your cult but sometimes these things happen.

They do eventually make it to a giant room with heck-ton of people in robes

Actually all these people seem to be guys.

Huh. That probably means something.

Yuu doesn't get a chance to ponder this mystery before a tall figure captures her attention.

Dressed differently from the others, this man has a snazzy tophat and bird mask hiding his identity, and wears a fancy suit and feathered jacket combo.

But the sleeves are hanging off his shoulders? Why not just wear a cape??

Uh oh. Bird-mask-top-hat man is heading straight for them.

Crowley is *!!!* at sight of the missing new student while Idia absconds the fuck out.

Fire Guy nooooo! We grew so close, why would you abandon me!?!

Birdman is gesticulating wildly as he talks.

“The nerve of kids these days!”

Ugh. This Birdman is squawking at Yuu about impatient students and she can't get a word in edgewise.

“I wasn't the one who-”

“Really, it seems each year students get worse!”

“No listen, there was this flaming raccoon-”

“Despite my hard work there's always something!”

“Bruh”

The child keeps trying to make excuses, but Crowley won't have any of it.

Fortunately the Headmaster of Night Raven is so generous, and only sends the delinquent to the back of the sorting line as punishment.

At this point Yuu is just going with the flow. Surely if the strange cult meant her harm they would be more menacing?

Yeah the birdman is super rude but he isn't actually hurting anyone. 

And if Yuu was listening right this is apparently some kind of school, so there should be staff or teachers around who can actually help.

Yuu figures she can just wait until another, less wacky adult, shows up.

Oh hey! Horn Guy from earlier is standing with Fire Dude and a few other fancier cultists (students?).

They make eye contact and Yuu smiles and gives a little wave

Horn Guy nods back with a slight smile.

Smile plus a nod means we’re basically allies now.

Yuu is pretty sure that's how this works. If this is a school then the same technique used for choosing a worksheet partner should apply here as well.

Meanwhile the other dorm leaders are wondering why tf this freshie is waving at The Malleus Draconia 

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #disney twst #twisted wonderland au #Magical Girl Yuu #she's about to go undercover #Night Raven Academy vs the cult allegations #Yuu still doesn't know Horn Guy's real name #She won't be finding out for a while #Idia wants to leave #Ortho is THRILLED #twst writing #twst drabble

[omniversalobservations]

Hanna–Barbera's World of Super Adventure (1982?)

Hanna–Barbera's World of Super Adventure featuring the most fantastic collection of spectacular super heroic stars ever assembled! They will take you on adventures in space, meeting strange creatures, to exotic lands and fantastic flights of fancy, to jungle planets and mysterious invaders, to prehistoric times and super forces, to honored and winged avengers, to giant, terrifying creatures against primitive power. In space, land, sea and air, it's a variety of stars – mighty, musical, athletic, extraordinary – from funtastic to the fantastic where amazing weapons, men and robots meet in combat in the far-out reaches of the universe. Dedicated to protecting the peace, these fantastic heroes defend the weak, right the wrong and battle against the forces of evil everywhere. And now it's take-off time for the gathering of the greatest…Hanna–Barbera's World of Super Adventure! Source: Wikipedia

This image was painted by Bob Singer in 1973. The heroes shown here are Birdman, Shazzan, Frankenstein, Jr., Human Torch, Coil-Man, Fluid-Man, Young Samson, Goliath, Space Ghost, Superman, Mighty Mightor, Wonder Woman, Batman, Thing, Zok, Tundro, Zandor, Gloop and Gleep. Source: SuperFriends Wiki

#cartoons #Shazzan #Birdman and the Galaxy Trio #The Impossibles #Frankenstein Jr. #Fantastic Four #The Herculoids #Young Samson #Space Ghost #Superman #Mighty Mightor #Wonder Woman #Batman

[barry-j-blupjeans]

@taznovembercelebration - Cloak / Reveal

Okay. Well. The inside of the bubble wasn't as bad as Magnus thought it was going to be. He had been expecting maybe like, some pits of lava, or a really, really angry bear who liked to drink out of the Temporal Chalice like a fancy king. Instead, there was a quiet little town nestled inside of it. At the entrance stood a wide gate and, in front of that gate, stood a figure. They were bigger than he was, which was saying a lot, because Magnus was a pretty big boy. The armor keeping them together was rusty, but still had some of its signature shine, though the shine was very much hidden by the red clay seeping out from inside. On the shoulder, a little red bird sat, tilting their head curiously at Magnus, Merle, and Taako.

They shared a glance.

"I got this," Magnus said. "Y'know, I'm pretty rusticly hospitab-"

"Oh!" said the bird. "It's you!"

"It's me!" Magnus said, laying down the charm. "Y'know, friend, you're the second person who has said that to us today!"

"You're back!" the bird said, completely ignoring what Magnus had said. He tried not to feel too hurt about it. Part of being rusticly hospitable was not feeling hurt about a lot of things. The bird seemed to come to their senses after a few seconds, shaking their little head. "Who are your friends?"

"This is Taako-"

"From TV," Taako put it.

"From TV, yeah," Magnus said. "And this is Merle. And I'm Magnus. Burnsides. Magnus Burnsides."

"Magnus Burnsides," the bird said, as if they were trying Magnus's name out. "I like it."

"Thank you!" Next to him, Merle rolled his eyes. Magnus nudged him with his foot, coughing slightly. "Listen, uh, Harvey Birdman-"

"I'm- I'm not a bird?"

"We sort of, uhhhh, are looking for something. Would you happen to have like, a lost and found-" Taako let out a little snerk of laughter next to him. "Or maybe like, a place where you keep magical artifacts? That'd be super helpful."

"I mean…" the bird moved a little on the shoulder of their bigger figure. "We have a lost and found in the Sheriff's Office- you know Sheriff Isaak, of course."

"Of course, of course," Magnus said, trying to remember who the hell Sheriff Isaak was. Did he even know any Sheriffs? There was that one from Raven's Roost- but no, her name hadn't been Isaak. At least, not that Magnus knew.

"But it really depends on what you're looking for, I suppose!" the bird said. "And- and what are you looking for exactly? So I can help you find it?"

"Well," Magnus said, glancing at Taako.

"Cup," Taako said.

"A… cup?" the bird said. "Are you thirsty? Y'know, we have a nice little saloon here in town that I'm sure would love to ser-"

"No, like a- a fancy cup," Taako said.

"Almost magical, one might say!" Merle said.

"Yeah, yeah," Taako said. "Like…" The Director had never described the Chalice to them and it was obvious that Taako had now realized this. He foundered for a second and settled on saying, "Like a cup" again.

"And you're- hm." The bird paused, and their form seem to survey Taako and Merle skeptically. After a moment, one of the iron-clad hands lifted and gestured in a "come here" motion. The bird said, "Magnus, could I talk to you for a moment?"

"Uhm," he looked towards Taako and Merle again. Merle shrugged. "I mean, anything you can say to me, you can say to my friends."

"Well, I mean," they seemed to debate this to themselves for a second. "Okay, yeah. Magnus, do you trust these men? I mean, I trust you, but I- I don't know these guys from Adam! They could be here to- to disrupt, or rob the bank, or something like that! I don't- why should I trust them?"

"Why do you trust Magnus, then?" Merle said. The bird, somehow, looked disapprovingly at him. Magnus, once again, kicked Merle. Gently. But Merle still yelped like he had been punted across a football field. "Hey! I'm just askin'!"

"Well, 'cus he's- he's the Guy! The statue guy!"

"Yeah, Merle," Magnus said. "I'm the statue guy." And before Merle could respond (because they really didn't have the time for that), he continued. "I trust these two with my life, bird friend. I promise they aren't here to disrupt anyone or rob any bank. We're just looking for that cup that we mentioned."

"Chalice," Merle said.

"Chalice, yes," Magnus said.

"Hm," the bird said again. "Well, uhm, first off, again, I'm not a bird. And secondly… if you trust them, then I think they'll be fine. But I don't want the two of you wanderin' off too far, you hear me? Stay close to me or- or my pal Magnus here and you'll be just fine."

"Yeah, of course," Taako said. Magnus didn't even have to look at him to know Taako wasn't going to follow that rule.

"Gotcha," Merle said.

"Well then, I think we're good to go!" the bird (???) said. "If y'all will follow me, I can take you to the Sheriff's Office and we can start looking for that cup- sorry, Chalice."

The armor clanked as the figure turned around, going further into town. Magnus let Merle and Taako go in front of him, just to show that they were listening, at least. Through the gate, they came towards the sides of a few buildings before it split into an open town square. This entire town was so charming and made Magnus really wish he had brought a cowboy hat along with him. There was the saloon the figure had mentioned, and the bank, and-

"Hey," Magnus said, stumbling back a bit after he had run directly into Taako's back. "What gives?"

"Uh," Merle said. The figure paused when it heard them talking, and turned around. "Mags, take a look at that statue over there, will ya?"

Magnus followed where Merle was pointing and-

"Oh," he said.

It- well, it certainly was him on the statue. Or, at the very least, someone who looked incredibly like him. The same scar down his face, the same shape of his jaw, and the same build of his body. Except that the Magnus there was hidden under a cloak, and the metal had oxidized over time to a bright, red color. Like the bad guys. The red-robed Magnus had his hand on the shoulder of two figures in front of him, a tall man and a little girl.

"Oh!" the not-bird said, clanking back over them. "I see you found the statue! What'd'you- what'd'you think of it? Pretty cool, right?"

"It's, uh, pretty radical," Taako said.

"Very… finely made," Merle said with an uncomfortable chuckle. "Were you gonna show us to the Sheriff's Office, oooor?"

"Magnus?" the not-bird cheeped. "What'd'you think? Did we- is it okay? Do you like it?"

"Oh, uhm." Magnus coughed, looking away. A headache was starting to form behind his eyes. He had a statue. The statue of him had a red robe on. Red robes were the bad guys. There was… something there but his brain wasn't- this wasn't working. Magnus blinked a few times to clear his eyes. "It's very, uh, red! Is it supposed to be like that, or-"

"Well, yeah," not-bird said. "Sheriff Isaak specifically requested that metal so it'd fade that way over time! He's so smart."

"Sounds like he is," Magnus said. It felt like there was something stuck in his throat when he swallowed. "Anyway, uh- Sheriff's Office! Not-bird friend, is Sheriff, uh, Isaak in today, or nah?"

Not-bird chattered on and they continued their walk towards the office. More than a few people stopped to look at them as they passed. Merle took his chance to nudge his arm as not-bird talked, sending a concerned look his way.

"You good?" Merle whispered. Taako glanced back at them, his eyebrows raised.

"I'm- I'm good," Magnus said. "Let's go find the Chalice."

#taz nc #taz november celebration #magnus burnsides #taako #merle highchurch #roswell #taz roswell #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing

[dru-plays-starbound]

Tales of the Starbound: The Old-Timer's Tale

Universe: Starbound CW: Alcohol, Fantasy religion Words: 1,616 Context: This was written during NaNoWriMo 2015, part of a collection of short stories called "Tales of the Starbound". I decided to re-write each story individually. Note: I'm using "Deosil" (towards the sun) to mean the left-hand side of the screen, since cardinal directions don't work in-game. Or read on AO3

Warm sunlight filtered down from a lavender sky filled with puffy pale clouds. The old avian shook out his yellow plumage before settling onto the worn bench, listening to the market traders as they hawked their wares to passing customers. A bracing breeze caused the banners above him to flutter and snap, but the bench was a lovely little suntrap – warm and sheltered on this clear spring day. The avian gave a contented sigh, his eyes fluttering shut. Far better for his aching bones, he mused, than the wintry chill and drenching rain.

"Quihui! Warm greetingsss, birdman." The avian cracked an eye to see a floran grinning broadly down at him. He smiled back. "Wandangi. A pleasure to see you, dear. You're looking wonderfully bushy today." The floran crinkled xir eyes, preening at xir brown and blue leaves. "Thank you. Many floran in bloom right now. Is good season." "Indeed. The sun is kind to all of us today. Would you like to sit and photosynthesise a little?" Wandangi's grin faded, and xe shook xir head. "Ah! Floran too restless. Another day we will contemplate growth together, yes? Today, floran take Ulf on hunt – feel the wind in our leaves." Quihui cooed in disappointment. "Another day then. Good hunting." Wandangi stroked over xir head growth, collecting pollen on xir hand to smear on Quihui's beak. "Floran will ssstab many things in your honour!" xe crowed.

Quihui felt heat flood his feet as Wandangi wandered off, sing-songing, "Stabby, shabby, stabby!" Had Wandangi, Quihui wondered, discovered his feelings for xem? Was xe making xir intentions known by dedicating xir hunt to him? He ducked his head, preening at his arm feathers. No – it was too fanciful. There was no way Wandangi could know that painting an avian's beak was a declaration of intent… At the sound of more greetings being called, he pushed away his fancifulness, raising a hand to Minera, the barkeep of the Diamond and Pear, as the cyan novakid crossed paths with Chef Zyanitl.

The hustle and bustle of the market hardly slowed as the sun reached the zenith of its slow pendulum. Quihui rose and hobbled over to Devon Dyson's stall, selecting a bowl of curried beakseed and carrot juice as he chatted to Devon about her business. Over lunch, he was joined by the alpaca, Caden the Axe, and Nuttrace, one of Lord Brasscrank's guards. After the two guards had said their farewells, Quihui pulled out a book and relaxed back to read.

As the golden pendulum fell, turning lilac to mauve, the market traders began to pack up their stalls. The shouts and calls of the market folk nearly drowned out a soft cough, as a dark figure slid onto the bench next to Quihui. "What have your keen eyes seen this day, revered flightless?" "Good day, Aly," Quihui said to the red lenses glinting from under the shroud. "It's been busy. Lots of traders from 'Tahnt Rise, many browsing faces I don't recognise." "Indeed, exalted watcher. I have heard tell of more construction work happening deosil of Lady Caseswing's great home." Quihui stroked down his blue chest piece, gazing out at the softly rolling hills, dotted with sweet meadow flowers. "Her ladyship has been more planet-side of late. Perhaps she has grown weary of adventure and wishes to settle instead." "Mayhaps she is also making good on a promise; many of those newest to Virla come claiming her Ladyship offered them a home here. With such an offering, she needs must back it up with production." Quihui murmured in agreement. "Our Lady is gaining quite the generous reputation across the stars." The calls of the traders trailed off as they filtered away, back to their homes. "A pleasant eve to you, exalted watcher," Aly said when only a few traders lingered. The shadowed figure stood, brushing down their robes. "Light of Kluex guide your way," Quihui murmured as Aly disappeared into the encroaching darkness.

With a pained grunt, the old avian gained his feet and followed the general stream of traffic up the terraces, heading towards Minera's bar.

~~~

It was early still as Quihui shuffled into the Diamond and Pear, with only the regular barflies hovering around. Minera – stood behind the glossy chrome counter – raised a hand in greeting, her pale cyan glow winking in the glass of the old saloon cabinet behind her. From the back corridor, the heavy thud of workboots reverberated as the bouncer, Morgan, kept everything in check.

"Qui!" came a fluting coo from the corner of the bar. Quihui sighed as he approached the counter, nodding to the rotund human nursing a small tumbler of root liquor as he waited for Minera to finish up with another drink. "Hadley." "Mister Quihui," the man replied, running a hand over his bald pate. "Qui, don't ignore me." "C'mon now, Min," Minera said, as she poured fizzing cerise liquid into a crystal glass. "Give the man a chance to wet his throat, wontcha?" Quihui turned, dipping his head to greet the citrus-yellow avian behind him. "Good evening, Bloodsoother Minoch." The hen cooed again as she flitted onto the stool next to him. "It's rude to ignore people, you know." "Apologies," Quihui said, "You'll have to forgive me – my hearing is not as it was." "Pah." Minoch rolled her eyes with a smile. "You can't keep giving that excuse forever." Minera cocked her head at Quihui as she slid the glass over the counter. "There you go, Hadley. You can tell herself it's a 2744 vintage." "Thank you. Miss Ami will appreciate that." He slid off his stool and exchanged the glass for a handful of pixels, carrying both drinks carefully up to the mezzanine. Quihui followed Hadley's path as he made jet-trails for the sage and bubblegum-coloured hylotl drumming the pads of her fingers against the metal tabletop. "What'll it be?" Minera asked Quihui. "An OilSlick, if you'd be so kind." As Minera turned to the cabinet, Minoch slid some pixels on the counter. "Let me get this one, Qui." "I have the pix-" "I know. But I insist. Let a lady buy a gent a drink, huh? Could I get another glass of Cyanider, too?" "Sure thing, little miss," Minera said. She placed the bottle of OilSlick and a wide glass on the counter, then reached into a bucket of ice for the bottle of cerise bubbly.

Once the two had their drinks, they made trails to the corner that Minoch had already claimed. Quihui lent against the wall as he settled into the chair, only to have the wall squelch under his hand. "Ugh," he muttered, wiping his hand on the table. "You know, for such a recent addition, I do wonder why this place is, well," he lowered his voice, "rather a dump." Minoch cooed her disapproval. "That's not a nice thing to say, Qui." "It's true, though. The floors are mining girders, the walls are a mess of scrap and junk. I think that bit was radioactive…" "You're hardly one to talk, Quihui. I've seen your dusty, rickety furniture, all tied together with straw and hope." "I took what I was given when I came here, all those years ago. I happily accepted what the Princess could spare – which wasn't much at all!" Quihui ground his beak. "Nothing but trackless forests, wild pearlpeas, and monsters in those days. Not like it is now at all." "Metish says it is still like that. Outside the walls, anyway. She says the floran wouldn't have anything to hunt if it was all built up." "Maybe so, maybe so." Quihui sipped his beer. "And my house wasn't always so rickety, you know. Not back when the planet was empty of anyone but the six of us." "So ask the Princess to get you new furniture. I'm sure she could spare it." "Oh, but it's comfortable now. And Wandangi wouldn't come by so often if there wasn't something to repair." Minoch murmured; a disapproving sound, Quihui thought, as he sipped his drink.

"She does seem to be building a lot these days," he said. "Princess Caseswing, I mean. Aly said there's a new building going up on the deosil side." "Is that the tower?" "They didn't say." Minoch rested her chin on a hand, gazing into the middle distance with a wistful sigh. "Can you imagine? How amazing would it be to live in such a tower, so close to the heavens that you could reach out and touch Kluex as if you had wings." Quihui gave his drinking companion a slow blink. "Ah, maybe for you, young hen. My talons are firmly on the ground forever." He shuddered at the thought of being so far off the ground again, within reach of the god who'd wanted his mortal life. Minoch had no such qualms, having never been in such a position – she'd still been searching the stars for the erstwhile realm of the Winged when Caseswing found her.

"Maybe when it's built, and Minera's teleporter is working again, I'll go over and take a look." Minoch's eyes shone. "Meet all those new faces. Touch the stars." "New faces, new faces," Quihui said with humour. "Every day, more and more." "New stories too," Minoch grinned at him. "Don't tell me you're not curious." Quihui glanced out of the window at the last stains of sunlight. "Indeed I am. You should become a scribe, Mini. Write the stories down for me, write them down so they don't get lost." "Maybe I'll do that." Minoch raised her glass. "Good," Quihui said, tapping his own against it. "We all have our reasons for being here. And everyone deserves to have their story told."

#cw alcohol #starbound #starbound fanfic #starbound fanfiction #wandering words #oc Quihui #oc Wandangi Wilibind #oc Aly Shostak #oc Minera Lamine #oc Hadley Scobie #oc Bloodsoother Minoch

[arpeggio-the-parrot]

Sad to say I don't understand the hotness of birdman but I heavily respect people who can simp for a character so confidently in public, I wish I could do that. I'll take my secret crushes to my grave lmao

I appreciate ya! I can also be almost certain that whoever your fictional crushes are, they’re prob not as out-there as a literal parrot who wears fancy clothes LOL

#ask #arpeggio #i’m glad you respect my simping #sly cooper

[evolution-shack]

Hey I'm using this as a checklist for what I need to do for my art major finals.

1. Finish the ol Milos Reindl inspired charcoal thing. Get the fancy white charcoal out and everything. Give yourself a beard because it is so non representational.

2. Come up with a concept you're gonna not get burnt out from for the other piece you haven't started yet. (You've been spitballing. But try and hone in on something.)

3. Make more assets for Birdman

Backside of torso + lower torso

Back and front of upper legs

Lower legs (stylized like a harpy because I'm not animating human feet)

The mouse + mouse corpse

The worm

The hole

Backgrounds on bristol. And that one slicing in half still

4. Shoot Birdman. Maybe finish your storyboards first? I dunno. Find a good place to work on it. Clear off your desk if you have to.

#pepper.xml

[haroldgross]

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Bardo: False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths

[3 stars]

Dreams within dreams within visual metaphors and fantasies. From its start Alejandro G. Iñárritu (The Revenant) lets you know this is literally going to be a flight of fancy a la Birdman. However, despite the sensation of Felini on acid… or Jodorowsky having taken something to sober up… the story eventually comes back to some sort of grounding and real-world comprehension.

But on its travels to get us there, we get politics, romance, history, and not a little self-loathing and introspection. Is it worth more than 2.5 hours of (often) navel-gazing conversation and presentation? Well, to be honest, no, not really. It’s beautiful. It’s often funny and bizarre. It is certainly inventive and even internally consistent, which many attempts at this kind of story haven’t been. But it is way too long to support our investment and interest. At least it was for me.

If you enjoy Iñárritu, you’ll enjoy this latest. You’ll see the echoes of his other work. You’ll recognize the commentary from the papers and the world around you. You’ll enter quizzically and thinking it’s a comedy… but it is only a comedy in the classic sense that it isn’t a tragedy. It simply is an accounting and examination of Daniel Giménez Cacho’s (Blancanieves), Sliverio’s, life. I can’t recommend it as a movie (the idea has been done better in the past), but it is a beautiful piece of moving art. The effort is up to you.

#3stars #Dark Comedy #Director #Fantasy #Foreign #indie #Political Drama #YourChoice #Movie Review #Streamed only

[no-psi-nan]

FUCK!!!!!

#reading comprehension zero #okay well I did already do a whole kubosai monster boyfriend au fic so that's gonna be hard to top #ummm uhhhhhh.... BIRDMAN. fluffy hawk harpy type mfer who bumps into Kusuo while he's out flying with telekinesis #he's fluffy and has a big ass beak he uses to affectionately groom Kusuo's hair. and big ass talons also #they go flying together and Kuboyasu makes a nice fancy nest!!! #nopsi's promptsies

[rainybow8231]

*haha look it's deltaswap but i drew swatch

#deltaswap #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #i dont know how to draw #swatch goes insane real? #haha short swatch #how do i design characters #gold tooth #he still looks fancy and polite #just not okay #swatch #swatch deltarune #swatchlings #deltarune ch 2 #i lowkey like how i made short birdman look using nothing but my mouse #ms paint #more like #ms pain

[abz-j-harding]

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X

#my artwork #abzjharding #abz-j-harding #abz j harding #abigail jill harding #artists #artists on tumblr #project #por #parliament of rooks #fancy birdman #corvids #knight #horror #my muse #rufus sewell #digital art #art #monsters #demons #lord of rooks #corvid lord

[supercap2319]

Erik Lensherr talking about his children’s boyfriends.

Erik: *points to Peter.* “You’re dating the boy with sunglasses?”

Peter Maximoff: “Hottie Scotty.”

Erik: *points to Lorna.* “You’re boyfriend is the nightlight guy?”

Lorna Dane: “Eclipse.”

Erik: *points to Pietro.* “Birdman?”

Pietro Maximoff: “Clint ‘Old man’ Barton.”

Erik: *points to Wanda.* “Umm... microwave oven?”

Wanda: *Glowing red* “Vision!”

Erik: *points to Y/N.* “Fancy robot guy?”

Y/N: “Ikaris.”

#x men #x men movies #erik lehnsherr #peter maximoff #lorna dane #the gifted #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #Y/N Maximoff #mcu #marvel comics #x men comics #marvel cinematic universe #x male reader #male reader insert #young maximoff sibling #timothee chalamet #aaron taylor johnson #elizabeth olsen #evan peters #emma dumont #michael fassbender #super crazy kids #crazy boyfriends #mutants #enhanced

[theothervonkarmagirl]

ooc

Maria has a very expensive taste when it comes to gifts.

You can give her presents all the time, or just on special occasions(or when you have royally fucked up and you want her to talk to you again).

Whatever you decide, it better not be cheap or she’ll feel insulted. Which means she’ll be mad. And she will throw your present at you.

I wonder if her bf is always eating ramen noodles or w/e around Christmas or her birthday because he spent so much money on her--

Yes, there he is, at a luxury florist, reluctantly paying 300 dollars for a box of roses...

#for the record you can get 300 dollar roses #some are even more expensive #they last hella long and some are golden #they come in these fancy boxes #I mean they are nice don't get it twisted but damn #;the verse with maria and birdman #;the verse with maria and klavier #;prosecutor!verse

[farceargon]

A fun lil’ character! Coma’s his name and ripping off his customer ‘s the name!

You can go pretty far using your animal designs from Aj, Ajpw and Feral. It’s great. They’re actually where a lot of my ocs have come from XD

#my art #monster #Ajpw #wildworks #a very fluffy and fancy birdman

[thighs-of-betrayal-blog]

I Had It Under Control

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! reader (based on TFAWS)

Summary: After almost dying during a fight against the Flag Smashers, you wake up to an angry Bucky and a fight ensues. 

Warnings: angst, fluff, violence, cursing

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my first fic! I really appreciate it!! For this one, I decided to incorporate a little angst. I hope you like it! :)

You wince as your back slams into the ground. The Flag Smasher that just knocked you down, turns away from you and heads toward Walker. With only a few seconds to get off the ground and collect yourself, you scan your surroundings. Bucky is to your right, dodging two Flag Smashers with knives, while Sam is to your left, landing punches here and there. You were losing this fight. It was the four of you against seven super soldiers. 

“Shit. This isn’t good looking.” You whisper to yourself. 

“It would be nice if you stopped talking to yourself and helped out a little, Y/N” Sam says into your earpiece. 

“I just got knocked down, thank you very much. Couldn’t really fight when I’m laying on the ground, trying to catch my breath” you say back. 

“You got hurt, doll?” Bucky asks worriedly. 

Sam laughs. “Mr. Knight and Shining Armor always worrying about if Y/N is hurt or not. Where was your concern when I got shot in the leg last week, huh?”

I could feel Bucky rolling his eyes from where he was standing a few feet away. “You walked it off. You were fine.”

“No, no, I didn’t walk it off, tin man. I couldn’t walk because I was shot in the leg and where were you…” 

You interrupt Sam before he can continue, “Alright, we get the picture. Let’s stay civil here. We already have enough around us to fight. Don’t need to start fighting each other too.” 

Right after you speak, you are surrounded by two super soldiers and instantly get into a fighting stance, already pulling the knife out of your leg holster. 

“Looks like we fancy the same type of weapon, boys,” you speak while gesturing towards your knife. “Unfortunately for you, I fight better with it.” 

You dodge the super soldier on your right, throwing your knife into his leg, and quickly grab your second knife from its holster, throwing it into the side of the super soldier to your left. Before either can react, you pull the knives out of both soldiers, sending them to the ground in pain. 

You step back and wipe the knives onto your clothes, cleaning the blood off them. 

“You know, fellas, it’s a shame it had to come to this. I was open to talking it through.” 

You turn to look towards Sam. “Now, who did you say needed to help out a little, birdman?” 

Sam’s reply is like a distant memory as you suddenly feel a tremendous pain in your stomach. You look down and see blood pouring out of you. Your hand instinctively moves to cover the bullet wound.

“And, unfortunately for you, sweetheart, I have a gun” says one of the super soldiers you stabbed. You turn to see him lying on the ground still, but this time with a gun in his hand, looking at you with a smirk on his face. 

Your legs give out beneath you, but before you can hit the ground, Bucky is there, holding you up. “I’ve got you, doll. I’ve got you.” He looks at you with nothing but terror in his eyes. 

“Sam!” Bucky yells. “I’ve gotta get them out of here.”

Sam comes running up to your other side. “Shit” he says. “Go, Walker and I will cover you.”

Bucky doesn’t waste another second, as he picks you up and starts running towards the nearest building. 

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Once inside, he places you on your back, on a table in the middle of the room. 

“Bucky” you whisper. Your vision was starting to blur. You were losing too much blood. 

Bucky doesn’t hear you, as he is frantically ripping off your shirt and tying it around the bullet wound, trying to stop you from bleeding out. 

You lazily reach your hand up to grab his wrist. “Bucky” you say a little louder. 

Bucky whips his head to look at you. 

You reach your hand up to touch his cheek. “Bucky, I have something I want to tell you.”

“You can tell me after we get you stitched up.”

You start to talk a little louder. “No, Bucky, no, I need to tell you now. In case I don’t make it.”

“Stop that!” Bucky yells. “You’re going to make it. You’re going to be fine. Don’t say shit like that, doll. Just don’t.” Tears start to fall down his cheeks. “We are going to get you all fixed up. Just sit tight.” 

You start to cry. You reach your hand back down to grab his hand. “I love you, Buck. I love you so much. And, I have for so long. I just want you to know that. It’s important that you do.”

Bucky starts to cry harder. He opens his mouth to speak, but you don’t hear anything he says. 

The darkness in the corner of your vision starts creeping in and after a couple seconds, you fall asleep. 

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You slowly open your eyes and see white all around you. You hear a faint beeping sound to your left. Your body aches everywhere, especially your stomach. You feel a slight squeeze to your right hand and turn your head to see Bucky sitting in a chair next to you, with his hand holding yours and his head down. 

“Buck” you attempt to say, but your voice is so scratchy it doesn’t sound like anything. 

Bucky’s head immediately lifts up and he springs to his feet. 

“You’re awake. Oh my god, doll, I thought... Let me go get a doctor.” 

You shake your head slowly. “No”, you manage to get out. “Stay please. I just need some water.” 

Bucky nods. “Water, right, okay.” He hands you a cup of water. “Here you go, love.”

The water burns down your throat and you start to cough. 

Bucky instantly grabs your hand again. “Are you okay?” 

You nod. “I’m okay. Just burns a little.” You look him in the eyes. “What?” you ask him as he looks at you with a strange look. 

Bucky’s mood immediately changes. “I should be asking you that. What were you doing turning your back to the enemy?” he asks angrily. 

You scoff. “We are really going to have this conversation right now?”

“Yeah, we are. What the hell were you thinking? You can’t be doing that. You could have died!”

“But, I didn’t. I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Bucky slams his hands down on the bed and stands up. “But, you almost did!” he yells. “You almost fucking died because you wanted to make some stupid comment to Sam, like a dumbass!” 

“Me? A dumbass? I had it under control. I had both of those men on the ground, while you were still busy trying to dodge the fucking knives being thrown at you! Some super soldier you are, huh?”

“Under control? You call getting shot ‘under control’?” Bucky screams at you. 

You look back at him incredulously. “What the hell is your problem?” 

He throws his hands towards you. “You! You’re my fucking problem. Damnit, you could have died! And, then what? Do you even care? I could have fucking lost you.” He starts to break down and cry. You look into his eyes, as tears run down his face. “I almost lost you and I love you too much to lose you! And, of course, you finally said you love me and I didn’t even get a chance to say it back. I was so scared.” He sits down next to the bed and places his hand on your face. “I was so scared. I’ve lost everyone. I can’t lose you, Y/N.” 

Tears run down your face. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, Buck. I’m so sorry I scared you. But, I meant it when I said I love you. I love you so much. I’m here as long as you’ll want me.”

Bucky smiles. “Then you’re stuck with me forever, doll, because I’ll always want you. Just please don’t do something like that ever again.”

You smile and lean up to kiss him. Right as your lips connect, the door opens. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What did I just walk into? I guess Tinman finally admitted his feelings, Y/N?”

Bucky rolls his eyes and moves back to sit in the chair. 

You laugh and look at Sam. “Cut him some slack, Sam. He’s had a long day.”

Sam walks over to your bed. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better. Just sore.”

Sam grins. “Bucky’s lips make it all better?” 

Bucky turns to Sam. “Hey now, don’t start.” 

“Oh, yeah? And, what are you going to do, old man?”

You watch as Bucky and Sam bicker with each other and smile to yourself. 

Sam interrupts your moment of thought. “But seriously, please tell me you guys aren’t going to be making out every time I turn my back.” 

You and Bucky look at each other and laugh. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure to be quiet” you say. 

Sam groans in response and Bucky starts to laugh even harder, just as the doctor walks in.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #fatws bucky #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #falcon and the winter soldier #bucky x avenger!reader #sebastian stan #marvel fanfiction #marvel #sebastian stan x reader #sam wilson #tfaws