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hostess-of-horror · 2 years

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Red Feathers - A Discotrain Story

Inspired by "Red Feathers" created by the wonderfully talented @the-confuktor

"A Hat in Time" and its characters belong to Gears for Breakfast

Summary: After begrudgingly agreeing to be a part of DJ Grooves' newest film, the Conductor finds out that his rival is really good at his role. Perhaps a little too good...

Content Includes: Alcohol use, swearing, suggestiveness (not explicit NSFW), mentions of death, and 'fake' blood and body parts use

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He needed another drink. Another glass to cleanse his tongue, like how a parent would shove a bar of soap into their child's mouth as punishment. To wash away what he had said, and to forget everything that has lead him to this. He mindlessly traces his shot glass delicately as he scans over the script. Every word and line sickened him, made him thirstier, wanting to drink himself into a stupor.

Why did he agree to this? Why, in his sober mind, would he ever agree to be a part of this? It was bad enough that the writing was corny and melodramatic. Something strong would do the trick. He needed to be drunk for this. Very drunk.

Then again, even at his drunkest, he would never allow himself to be partners with DJ Grooves. Even with his dying breath.

But he did. He agreed. To his deepest regret and despair, he agreed. For my reputation, he declared. His reputation? The renowned director with a winning streak? What a ridiculous excuse! He didn't need to partner up with anyone, let alone a Moon Penguin. He knew that very well. At least, that's what he tells himself. Taking another swig, he looks up from his script. There before him was a massive stage set up to resemble the ancient ruins of a forgotten cathedral. The crew, Express Owls and Moon Penguins, scattered around the place in their respective departments. What was once a studio divided into two is now a bustling unit of teamwork and creativity. Seeing everyone together like this was so foreign to him. He was so used to having his Express Owls and DJ Grooves with his Moon Penguins. Separated, just like their genres of film. Westerns vs. Musicals. Murder Mysteries vs. Loud Parades.

The Conductor vs. DJ Grooves...

The Conductor looks down at his script again and he flips to the title page. In bold red lettering reads: Red Feathers. He scoffed, "Red Feathers? Pfft! What kind of peck neck would actually be interested in this garbage? Eh, probably a buncha young, hormonal kids and single, middle-aged mothers..." Across from where the Conductor sat, three Moon Penguins enter the stage, articles of clothing and makeup in hand (flipper?), talking amongst each other. Walking right behind them was the star of the show himself, DJ Grooves. One of the penguins turned to his boss, "Are you ready for this scene, sir? You look amazing!"

DJ Grooves smiled, "Of course, darling, and thank you! You look amazing as well. All of you do!"

The sound of his rival's voice caught the Conductor's attention, his eyes still reading the title. He gets up from his seat, slamming the script, irritated. "About time!" Conductor yelled, "What took yae so long?! Aye was waiting for more than an hoooo... ur?" His usual, incessant yelling towards his rival suddenly faded as he looked up and was locked in a gaze. There were many things about DJ Grooves that irked him. His music. His movies. His attitude. His clothes. Being old-fashioned, the Conductor despised what DJ Grooves called "fashion." It was so flashy, so improper. In Conductor's words, it was "an abomination and an affront to filmmaking." He would rather drink himself to death than make an attempt to wear such outfits.

However, this was different. Stuck in an almost hypnotic gaze, the Conductor stood still. The world around him seemed to have stopped, like how a large rock would disturb the natural flow of a river. It caught him off guard. Like everything in his filmmaking career, DJ Grooves often disturbed his work with his own drivel. But this, this was very different.

The Moon Penguin was cloaked in midnight. A long, ebony cape was draped gracefully over his broad shoulders and was held together around his neck with a silver medallion. Embroidered into it were black diamonds, glistening underneath the spotlight. His hair, no longer an afro, was neatly fashioned into dreadlocks, wrapped in a ponytail with the ends colored in crimson. In place of his usual star-shaped sunglasses were a pair of rose-colored tea shades. The Conductor looked down. He noticed under the cape was a black coat with a frilly white blouse underneath it. DJ Grooves became the night sky personified - a being of darkness, a living shadow dripping with intrigue.

"Darling, you do know it's rude to stare, right?", DJ Grooves' voice breaks the Conductor from his gaze. Shaking his head, the Conductor finally awakes from his gaze. "Well, it ain't my fault that yer dressed in that... ridiculous costume!", he retorted, "Yae shirt's not even tucked in properly!" He couldn't help it. While it may be true, that wasn't the only thing he noticed. The front of the blouse was partially open, exposing small puffs of feathers on DJ Grooves' chest. Soft, blue feathers that shone like silk.

The Conductor shook his head again. It's just his blouse! The peck neck just doesn't know how to dress properly! It's just his blouse... It's just his blouse...

Nothing else...!

DJ Grooves smirked - by the gods, that damned smirk! The Conductor was sure that he merely existed to torment him one way or another. 10 years he believed it. The three Moon Penguins begin to groom their boss's costume and touch up his makeup. "Hmph... Says the one who has scotch stains on his vest...", DJ Grooves chuckled. Glancing down at his vest, the Conductor cursed, noticing the mess he made (albeit a small one). "We're all set! Everyone, at your places! Let's get this scene going!", announced one of the Express Owls.

The Conductor pulls out a handkerchief to quickly remove the stain. It didn't come off completely, but it'll have to do. No time to dawdle - a movie is waiting to be finished! He rushes over across the stage and into his choreographed position. He takes one last look at DJ Grooves, who is now standing behind a large set piece away from the camera. That hypnotic feeling came back again.

Stare any longer and he just might fall into the abyss. That black abyss - unyielding, unrestrained. It would swallow him whole, consuming his mind, heart, and soul. Only his denial gave him the means to stay afloat in a sea of desire.

"Red Feathers, Act One, Scene 6!", a Moon Penguin shouted, "Lights... Camera...

ACTION!"

A stream of dense fog rolls into the shot. The rugged Paranormal Investigator emerges, climbing over the crumbled ruins. He was taking on an enormous task: explore the ancient cathedral and discover what lurks inside. In his hand is a motion-detecting tool and he holds it up to find anything unusual. In his other hand is a flashlight, illuminating the shadowy world around him. After a minute to searching, the Investigator comes across a large circle with various odd symbols on the floor painted with what is assumed to be blood. He kneels down and gently traces the markings. The blood is fresh on his fingers.

Then the sound of stones scraping breaks the silence. The Investigator jolts up to his feet, shining the flashlight around him. More eerie sounds is heard; this time, it's the sound of moaning. He readies himself, putting away his tool and pulling out a sharp knife. He circles around, keeping his wits about, ready to strike. This goes on for about a minute or two. The suspense is tense. Things go quiet again.

Suddenly, a snarling creature grabs the Investigator from behind! With a swift elbow strike, he flings the creature off from his back. The flashlight shines upon the creature. It is a flesh-eating ghoul, its beak and eyes oozing with a sickening mixture of puss and blood. The ghoul lets out a ear-splitting screech before leaping onto the Investigator. But it is quickly defeated when the Investigator slices its jugular and pins him down, stabbing his knife into its brain. More moans and screeches are heard from the darkness. One ghoul down, and a dozen more to go.

A mob of hungry ghouls emerge from the fog, all shambling towards the Investigator. A gory battle ensues. With only his strength and one weapon, the Investigator fights for his survival. One by one, each ghoul is taken down. The second ghoul to be killed is stabbed multiple times. The third is sliced open, its putrid intestines spilling onto the floor. The fourth has its arm and leg torn off, and the fifth decapitated in one single cut. But the Investigator is soon swarmed by more ghouls. He is cornered against two large stones, bracing himself for the hungry mob.

But then, a dark figure appears from behind the mob. The figure grabs ahold of one of the ghoul, lifts it up, and snaps its neck - all with one flipper! The mob's attention is then shifted towards the mysterious character. The shot then reveals the immortal Count Groovula, covered in splotches of blood across his face and chest. Count Groovula smirks as he takes another ghoul and yeets it behind him, causing the ghoul to slam against a wall. It explodes into a pile of severed body parts and meaty pulp. The mob then viciously attacks the vampire. The Investigator lands himself a hit, killing another ghoul. The battle continues; more blood and guts is spilled. Hearts being ripped out of ribcages, heads being stomped on, throats being torn apart by unusually sharp teeth. The Investigator gets a few more kills in until eventually he gets overpowered. The ghoul on top of him wraps his talons around his neck, strangling him onto the ground. It gnaws its rotten teeth, just inches away from the Investigator's face. It hungers for his flesh.

Before the ghoul could get a bite, it is seized by Count Groovula. Count Groovula then tears into its back, ripping his upper body apart. Flesh, meat, organs, and bone is shown up-close as the ghoul's chest reveals the vampire's face. The battle is finished when Count Groovula finally ends the ghoul by completely ripping its whole body, head to groin, in half.

The Investigator lies on the ground, catching his breath from the fight. He sits up, wincing slightly from pain, and glances up. The vampire looms over him, his black cloak seemingly shielding him from the hostile environment. A moment passes as the two birds lock eyes in silence before finally speaking.

Investigator (Conductor): "Why did yae 'ave to save me? I can take care of myself!"

Count Groovula (DJ Grooves): *sarcastically* "Clearly..."

Investigator: *sighs, stands up, and brushes himself off* "Ghouls ain't nothing. Fought against worse than these peckers..." *sheathes his knife*

Count Groovula: "And with only that little thing?" *gestures to the knife*

Investigator: "Of course aye 'ave! This is me lucky one!"

Count Groovula: "Luck can only get you so far, darling. If I hadn't followed you here, you would have been eaten alive."

Investigator: "Followed me? What for?"

Count Groovula: "These markings here are the work of evil - one I am very much familiar with. Necromancy. More specifically, The Order of Valdemar, a family of necromancers whose generations lived on for centuries. This circle was made for one of many rituals, often used to summon the unhallowed dead."

Investigator: *marches past Groovula, pulling out a camera to take pictures of the circle*

Count Groovula, continued: "Even after so long, I still remember these symbols. In my mortal life, I was once part of the Order."

Investigator: "Oh great, this again... Okay, yeah, sure, when yae were mortal. Like what yae are now... Because vampires don't exist..."

Count Groovula: *confused silence*

Investigator: "Ghouls exist, ghosts exists, demons exist... Heck, even Bigfoot exists! But vampires? Now's that's just a bunch of hocus pocus!"

Count Groovula: *groans*

Investigator: "Seriously, when are yae going to stop this nonsense? Yae cannae fool me, peck neck, aye know Paranormal activity when aye see it!"

Count Groovula: *pinching the bridge above his beak, sighing in annoyance, mumbling to himself*

Investigator: *wrapping up his photography* "Alright, got the evidence. Time to head back and figure out this Order of Valentino, or whatever the peck it is."

Before the Investigator could leave, Count Groovula grabs ahold of his shoulder. In frustration, he pins the Investigator up against a large boulder. The vampire leans in close. The birds' faces are close to each other. They lock eyes in silence once again.

Count Groovula: *inhales* "How are you this pecking dumb? You stand here, claiming to be an expert, and yet you have the audacity to tell me that my kind doesn't exist?"

Investigator: "Aye am an expert! Now get offa me, yae edgy bitch!" *tries to escape*

Count Groovula: *forcibly shoves* "Did you not see the power of which I yield? Did you not see our enemies crushed by my hand?"

Investigator: "I kicked ass too. Yaer point?"

Count Groovula: "I can, and will, literally destroy you!"

Investigator: "Oh yeah? Well, so can another bird! Yae ain't special."

Count Groovula: *lifts him up even further* "You are a fool to underestimate my abilities..."

Investigator: "Pfft! Whatever... Yae took down a few ghouls, so what? Am aye supposed to be impressed?"

Letting out a frustrated groan, Count Groovula drops the Investigator and walks a few feet away to let out some steam.

Investigator: *adjusting his shirt and vest* "Aye fought many paranormal beings myself! Many years of it, too, and aye haven't lost a single one. Don't need no pecking cape crusader to save me... Don't need nobody at all! Aye 'ave seen enough horrors to stand on my own. Nothing can phase me. Nothing!"

Count Groovula pauses. He turns to the Investigator, who is still busy fixing his clothes. He raises an eyebrow. A moment of silence passes.

Count Groovula: *slightly grins* "Really?"

Investigator: "Really! Nothing at all!"

Count Groovula: "Are you sure about that?"

Investigator: "Of course! The peck do yae mean--?"

The Investigator is interrupted when, in a flash, Count Groovula appears close behind him. The vampire locks the Investigator's arms behind his back. The hammerlock leaves the Investigator helpless, struggling against the strength of a thousand birds. A sudden chill rushes down his spine as Count Groovula slowly brushes his beak against his neck. The Investigator stops in place.

Count Groovula: *taking in a deep inhale* "My, my... Look at you. The Paranormal Investigator. Brave... Experienced... Unfazed." *chuckles* "Now in the clutches, and at the mercy, of a monster. How ironic... How cute."

Count Groovula then softly strokes the Investigator's neck, slightly removing his shirt collar. The Investigator swallows as his neck is exposed.

Count Groovula: "Ah... I can smell the life flowing through your veins. That precious blood pumping with each rapid heartbeat. I can only imagine what you taste like. Aged... Like fine wine."

Investigator: "Tch!"

Count Groovula: "You know... There are other ways to weaken even the strongest of birds. Not just by blood loss. Did you feel that shiver down your body? That paralyzing feeling as I take control? That means I have won. You have surrendered to me. I can give you what no mortal can. I can make it painful. I can make it quick. I can make it... Ah, absolutely exquisite. One bite and that's all it takes. Oh darling, just one bite." *whispers into the Investigator's ear* "And I can do more than that, if you want~."

Count Groovula eases his grip, allowing the Investigator to break free. The Investigator backs off, his chest rising with every breath. He becomes immensely flushed, his face beet red and his feathers all puffed up. Count Groovula smiles in amusement.

Investigator: *flustered* "Aye- aye ain't afraid of yae, peck neck! Aye stand by what aye said! Nothing phases me! Not ever!"

Count Groovula: *chuckles* "Time will tell, darling... Time will tell."

[End Scene]

#my writing #a hat in time #ahit dj grooves #conductor ahit #dj grooves #the conductor #Discotrain #Red Feathers #vampire DJ Grooves #paranormal investigator Conductor #fanfiction #ship fanfic #otp

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the-kitty-hell-system · 9 months

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sunbird stimboard

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requested by a friend

#sunbird #stim #stimboard #feathers #red feathers #red #black #birds #sequins #flowers #rain #catcus

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glamourbarbiie · 2 years

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#glam blog #barbie #style #outfit #lady gaga #red feathers #photoshoot idea

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snowflakeanimelover · 1 year

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Red Feathers(Hawks/Keigo Takami x Female Reader)[REWRITTEN]

Part 4

See Masterlist for more parts

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Author here: Red Feathers will be rewritten, so parts will be coming slowly. If you like it, reblogs and comments will be much appreciated! Let me know what you think :)

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The noise of loud chatter and the constant sound of footsteps made their way to (Y/N)’s ears. As often as she goes out for her daily routine of getting groceries and intel for her job, she can’t seem to get used to the bustling streets of the city. Born and raised in popularity, not particularly towards her, and the normal city sounds through her home walls, she figured she’d be used to it now at the age of eighteen. But with her tragic past piling on top, she understands why her mind prefers the comfort of her home. The hair on the back of her neck seemed to stand on end as soon as she stepped outside her apartment, the feeling never disappearing.

Somehow, deep down, on a random day like this, she feels more comfortable than she has before. The devil on her left shoulder whispers in her ear that it’s only her confidence rising from her excitement to hunt. The angel on her right shoulder tells her it’s only because she has a new bird friend resting on her shoulder to keep her company. She isn’t sure which one to believe. After all, not all angels stay in heaven.

(Y/N) didn’t realize she was staring at Hawk until his eyebrows raised at her, his questioning stare being more obvious. The girl clears her throat awkwardly, “Any ideas on how to start this…mission?” She asks him, trying to focus on something else other than the angel and the devil whispering to her.

His head lowers closer to her ear, trying not to grab unwanted attention. “It was an attack, right?”

“That’s our theory, yes.”

“I wouldn’t think it would’ve happened in the middle of the city. Maybe somewhere more secluded?”

(Y/N) nods in agreement. “Right. Abandoned buildings such as warehouses and neighborhoods.” She comments.

Hawk looks around at his surroundings, anxiety slightly building up. “Yeah. Is there a map somewhere that we can look at?”

The girl grabs her phone from her back jean pocket, turns it on, and quickly puts in her password. The map of the city pops up within seconds, allowing the duo to see their surroundings in a further aspect.

“Here.” The point of his beak taps lightly on the screen, a particular spot catching (Y/N)’s attention.

“That’s right. This area is covered in old and abandoned warehouses. Definitely a secluded spot for an attack like…yours.” (Y/N) was hesitant on bringing up his attack, unsure of how he felt about it. Was he angry because he couldn’t remember anything? Sad because he’s useless now?

“You alright?” Hawk’s voice brought her back in an instant.

Once again, she was staring at him. “Yeah, sorry. I’ve been thinking.”

“Quite a thinker this morning. Anything particular you wanna…get off your chest?”

How awkward could this be? As thoughtful as his intentions were, why would she feel comfortable talking to a bird, who has amnesia, and barely even knows? “Um…no thanks. I, uh, appreciate it, though.” She tries to give him her best smile, one that was shaky from the short and unsettling conversation.

Hawk nodded, avoiding eye contact. “Right…right. I understand completely.”

“Yeah…should we get started on looking for this area now?”

“Oh! Yes. That’s a good idea.”

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The voices somehow got louder when (Y/N) and Hawk enter a large mall. People in the crowds have gotten closer together, elbows and shoulders bumping into one another. The girl isn’t particularly terrified of the close proximity, but that doesn’t mean she’s not uncomfortable. With a kind soul, she instinctively held Hawk in her arms, protecting him from being pushed off of her shoulder. She tried her best to keep her shoulders to herself, dodging anybody coming so close as an inch to her. But as she paid more close attention to not bumping into someone, she ends up running into another on her other side.

With a gasp, she turns quickly to the figure. A tall skinny man hiding under a black hoodie was frozen in his spot. “I’m sorry. Here,” She notices his empty hand out, clearly holding something before he bumped into her. On the floor before him was a bag laying on its side. A type of video game was sitting close to the opening, showing it slipped out of the bag. (Y/N) quickly puts the game in the bag and hands it back to the man with her free arm, Hawk quickly feeling awkward as he’s held tightly in her other. “I hope your game is okay. If you want, I can buy another for you.”

Being a bit closer to the man's face, she could see his light white to blue hair poking out from under the black hood. His dark eyes looked up at her own, a clear frown adoring his face. “It’s fine.” He quickly shook the offer off, continuing his walk past her.

“Definitely not a creepy guy.” Hawk mumbles under his breath.

(Y/N) huffs, continuing her walk, as well. “Hasn’t been the first.”

The red-feathered bird looks up, interested in her words. He wanted to ask, the question now taking over his mind, but he decided it was best to leave that topic alone. Instead, he found something else to ask. “Why did you ask to buy another game for him?” He tried to get a good look at her face, but it was difficult from her tight hold. As tight as it was, he felt safe in her arms.

“Hm? Because I was being kind?”

“But you hardly know the guy! He was obviously some kind of criminal.”

(Y/N) glares at the bird in her arms. “Oh, so people in dark clothing are now criminals?”

“What? No, thats-”

“How would you know anyway?” She asks, stepping out of the crowd and leaning against an empty wall. “Are you some kind of hero?” Her tight embrace around Hawk is loosened. She sets him on her shoulder once again, since she’s not in a crowd that would knock him off.

Hawk practically froze in his spot. Oh, yeah. I’m the number three hero in Japan, Hawks. But he couldn’t tell her that. She’s done nothing but help him, yet he still had a sinking feeling in his gut. A gut feeling that he always chooses to listen to. With a quick shake of his head, he tells her quietly that he isn’t a hero. The lie would eat at him later, but at least he’d still be alive if that were to come.

The glance she gave him told him easily that she didn’t believe a word he said. Luckily, she didn’t push the topic any more than he wanted. (Y/N) let out a light sigh, bringing out her phone to look at the map. “Okay, it’s behind those doors.” Down an empty hall stood a staff-only door.

Hawk cocked his head to the side, a birdly manner he hopes he won't keep when turning back into a human. “Behind staff doors? But we’ll get caught.”

“Trust me, we won’t.”

To his better judgment, he does. And to his surprise, the girl walks casually down the hall towards the doors. “Aren’t you supposed to be crouched or something to be hidden more?”

A breathy laugh escapes her lungs. “Are you serious? Now I know for sure you aren’t a hero,” He admits that being a bird has rubbed off on him, “If anything, crouching down would be more suspicious then acting normal.”

“Sure. You have a point.”

A cool wind of fresh air blows against the duo as the doors swing open. True to the map on her phone, a few alleyways were shown to continue forward. (Y/N) took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Her shoulders relaxed.

“Looks like that's the only way to get to the warehouses.” The girl nods at the dark alleyways in front of them.

That sinking feeling is quickly getting Hawk’s attention. No more did he feel the need to get his original form back and act like he isn’t a hero. Whatever it is, he didn’t feel safe. And if he didn’t feel safe, then that only means his partner isn’t safe either.

“We should head back.” He blurts out. He could feel the sweat dripping down the side of his feathered head.

“What?” She turns to him, exasperated at his words. “You can’t be serious! We are so close to getting your memories back!” She argues.

“How would we know it would actually work?” He counters.

“Do you have any other leads?”

He was hoping she wouldn’t fight him on it, but it’s expected, nonetheless. He lets out a sigh, determined to get (Y/N) away from this area. “No, but…it doesn’t feel safe.”

She took a few long minutes to study the bird on her shoulder. A bird has good senses and knows when it’s in danger. Even if she didn’t want to, she had no choice. She was suddenly feeling that uncertainty, as well.

“Fine. We’ll come back another time.”

Hawk felt relieved she decided to comply with him. He was lucky. He has a feeling she isn’t the type to listen well and do things on her own. “Thanks. I think it’s been a long day.”

(Y/N) turns around, facing the doors she just came out of. “Yeah, you’re right-” Her hand reached for the handle, but it suddenly stopped when her whole body froze. In the reflection of the door window stood a figure in the dark alleyway. None of its features were able to be seen, but one key feature she noticed was the bright blue light emitting on its hand.

She turns quickly, seeing if she’d catch the figure on the spot and see better. Hawk clutched his claws tightly onto her shoulder, gasping at the fast movement. He managed to stay on, but he looked at (Y/N) worriedly. “W-what? What happened?” Her eyes were widened, sweat now beading down the side of her forehead.

The figure…it’s gone. The girl gulps, turning back to the doors. “Nothing…it’s nothing.” She went through the doors faster then she anticipated. She never felt so relieved to be in a crowd in her life.

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #red feathers #hawk x reader #hawk #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #x reader #female reader #hawk as an actual bird #keigo as a bird #keigo turned into a bird #fanfic #cute #romance #slow burn

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reemnamin · 3 months

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BAMBI BY Reem Nawal Amin

#fashion #portrait #photography #photographer #studio #director #red #red feathers #creative director #Reem Nawal Amin

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jonjon47 · 4 months

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raycatzdraws · 1 year

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Link with the wingsuit. He's a skykid now!

#tears of the kingdom #totk #totk spoilers #loz #the legend of zelda #thatskygame #sky children of the light #sky cotl #I hope the wingsuit is a loftwing reference in some way #it doesn't need to have feathers but it does and it's kinda red soooo 👀

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pandainthecar · 2 years

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10月の朝の風物詩

気持ちだけ入れました

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#donación #red feathers

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carmeltheslimy · 2 months

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#carmelart #traditional #creature #blue #red #feathers #scales #texture #eyes #lashes #eyeballs #blonde #claws #fins #amphibian #bird #corvian #beak #teeth #watercolor

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hostess-of-horror · 2 years

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Red Feathers - A Discotrain Story [Part 2]

Inspired by "Red Feathers" created by the wonderfully talented @the-confuktor

"A Hat in Time" and its characters belong to Gears for Breakfast

Summary: Production has been booming, and the movie is almost finished. There is only one scene to make - the grande finale. Meanwhile, the Conductor struggles with his affection. Will he deny it... Or will he surrender?

Content Includes: Suggestiveness (not explicit NSFW), 'fake' blood and gore use, alcohol use, and swearing.

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Red Feathers was almost complete.

He hated to admit it, but he, DJ Grooves, and their crews did an amazing job. Things went by more smoothly than he thought. Before any of this, producing movies took more than trial and error. Far worse than just a few re-recordings or budget cuts. Everything was going so well that he hadn't noticed his drinking habits had lessened greatly. Sure, the Conductor still loved his scotch, but now he was drinking out of leisure than futile escapism.

As he was lying down on a lounging couch, the Conductor stared up at the ceiling in deep thought. He had read script; this was the moment. The finale scene to wrap up the entire story. He didn't know how to approach it. Should he just lie there and take it? He only had a few lines; it should be easy. The Conductor ponders as he touches his right side. His vest was missing, leaving his shirt completely unbuttoned, exposing his entire upper body. On his right side was a large fake gash, made by the makeup department, oozing with 'blood'. His fingers caught a few drops, sticky to the touch.

This should be easy. It has to be. It's just a few lines. That's all it is.

Is it?

"Are you ready, darling? Oh, I can feel it now! This movie is gonna be a huge game-changer!", DJ Grooves exclaimed with an excited grin. The Conductor sits up. How long has he been lying around? It almost felt like hours. "Hm. Yeah... Aye agree.", the Conductor responded. Admittedly, he almost always liked how DJ Grooves tried to remain positive. It was something he himself lacked most of the time: patience. The only time he had ever had patience was for whenever he edited his movies or babysitting his grandchildren. DJ Grooves clapped his flippers in glee, his smile widening. His eyes glistened with delight. If the Conductor looked closer, he could have sworn the Moon Penguin had stars in his eyes.

It was funny. The sight of his rival showing enthusiasm used to be so annoying to him.

"Everyone, to your places! Let's get this show on the road!", announced a Moon Penguin. "Let's make this scene perfect!", exclaimed an Express Owl. The Conductor immediately gets up from the couch, following DJ Grooves to their positions out of the shot. He leans against DJ Grooves, wrapping one arm around his neck. His body shudders as he feels a flipper around his waist. DJ Grooves glances over and shoots a gentle smile at him.

If it hadn't been the time to shoot a scene, the Conductor would have easily froze in place. Paralyzed... Just like before.

And he would do more than that, if he wanted him too.

"Lights! Camera!

ACTION...!"

Painful moans escape the Investigator's beak as Count Groovula carries him over to a nearby lounging couch. He winces, letting out a yelp, as he is carefully laid. The two had won the war against the Order of Valdemar, but not without a scratch. Count Groovula examines the injuries. The wound on the Investigator's side is a scar, long and deep, oozing with fresh blood. The sight entices him; he could feel his tongue and throat ache with hunger. But he holds back, trying to control his overwhelming senses. The Investigator sharply inhales, gasping, cursing in pain. Tears stream down his face.

Investigator: "PEEECK!"

Count Groovula takes off his coat in an attempt to wrap up the gash. This makes the Investigator scream even more. The makeshift bandage is pressed tightly to his side to stop the bleeding.

Count Groovula: "The wound is deep... You're losing..." *salivates and swallows* "So much blood..."

Investigator: "Ah peck...!" *inhales sharply* "Ahh-!"

Count Groovula: "Shit!"

The Investigator's cries lessen as his breathing slows down. He breathes heavier, and heavier, and heavier... He feels the vampire softly placing his flipper on his chest as he slowly become drowsy.

Investigator: *gasps for breath* "Don't... sugarcoat it for me... Just... tell me...."

Count Groovula: *nods his head* "...."

Investigator: "Please...!"

Count Groovula: "Your heart is beating so fast. It's throbbing, using whatever strength it has left. Gods..."

Investigator: "So... This is it, huh? Heh... I'd say we've put up a good fight, eh?"

Count Groovula: "...."

Investigator: "You know, Aye figured it would end like this. My work would one day do me in. And I was certainly not going down like some cowardly peck neck. I... had that thought every single day. Hehehe..." *grins weakly* "Yae'd think... Yae'd think ya get used to the idea... So much so that it was destined to be fate. Well... Here Aye am. Fresh from battle, having conquered the horrors that prey on our world..."

Count Groovula reaches for the Investigator's hand and holds it. To his deepest despair, there was nothing he could do to keep him alive. The vampire watched as the Investigator quivered, his face putting up a brave facade. The attempt is futile.

Investigator: "...."

Count Groovula: "...."

Investigator: *tearfully* "Oh Gods...! Aye... cannae believe what I'm going to say... But, I'm frightened. The thought kept running through my mind all these years, but how was Aye supposed to know? Aye don't know what to do. Aye don't know what's gonna happen. What's awaiting for me.... Please...."

The Investigator winces and sobs as he grabs onto Count Groovula's coat and pulls himself into his chest. Count Groovula is caught off guard by the vulnerable mortal before him. He pauses for a moment before finally giving him a comforting embrace.

Investigator: "I'm... scared..."

Count Groovula: "Investigator... It does not have to be this way. This is not the end."

Investigator: "....."

Count Groovula: "You will not survive, but you will not be dead. I can bring you a whole new life. A new existence. An eternity reborn from darkness. You will be far more powerful than you are now. That is, if you allow me too."

Investigator: "Count..."

Count Groovula: "I understand if you don't want this. This is only an offer. I am aware of your skepticism, but-"

Count Groovula pauses as the Investigator gently caresses his cheeks. Their eyes meet, their faces up-close (closer than ever before). The Investigator takes in a deep breath.

Investigator: "Aye accept."

Count Groovula: "Investigator, are you-"

Investigator: "No, no... Aye... was a peck neck. Aye admit it; was too stubborn and hot-headed. Thought Aye was in the right without stopping myself to realize..." *takes in a sharp breath* "That yer a creature of the night.... And that yer the... best thing that has happened to me."

Count Groovula: "...!"

Investigator: "Aye let my pride get in the way.... But not anymore. So please, take this as a sincere apology. Take my blood. Take my heart, my soul, all of me! Aye don't care if my life is on the line. I just want you... to forgive me..."

Moved by his words, Count Groovula shifts closer, pulling the Investigator into a soft embrace. Tears begin streaming down his face. He buries his face into the Investigator's shoulder. He then takes a moment and pulls down the collar all the way down, exposing the bare neck and shoulder. The Investigator swallows, taking deep breaths, and clutches the vampire's coat. He braces for impact.

Count Groovula: *gently pressing his lips against the Investigator's neck* "I forgive you, darling..."

The bite, at first, was painful. An excruciating jolt causes the Investigator to be paralyzed, his mouth agape in an attempt to scream. But nothing comes out. But as soon Count Groovula begins to drink, the pain numbs into waves of indescribable pleasure. It was unlike anything the Investigator had felt before. Every swallow of blood grows more and more overwhelming. Everything around him began drifting away, like as if a black fog is enveloping them. He can no longer think or speak - all that matters now is that sweet and exquisite sting.

He barely notices as Count Groovula lays him on the lounging couch, making himself more comfortable. The Investigator's tight grip loosens as he drifts further into unconsciousness. Finally, he becomes limp, fainting in his lover's arms. The vampire growls with satisfaction, his hunger now satiated as he finishes his feast. Count Groovula licks his lips, studying the drained owl. He grins sweetly.

Count Groovula: "Ah... Thank you, sweetheart. That was... Mmm, lovely. You were perfect."

Count Groovula then lifts himself up off of the Investigator. He wraps his arms around him, carrying him up bridal style, and holds his head close to his chest.

Count Groovula: "Don't you worry, darling.... Soon you will return from death and we will be together for all eternity."

[End Scene]

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" "blank" cals don't count" i know they do, i just wanna enjoy my 10 minutes of happiness sometimes even though ill regret it immediately after

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So with Fae!Dick, we all know that Bruce is just… not gonna say anything bc of his own mental health, but do you think the other batkids notice anything once they come along?

On one hand, I think someone would have to notice. If not Jason, then Tim, Steph, Barbara, or Damian bc, well, they’re BATS. They literally have been trained to notice things.

On the other hand, though, I think it would be HILARIOUS if they just attributed Dick’s Fae nature to him just being weird. Like, completely unaware he isn’t human. Maybe not entirely realistic but I think it leaves for some interesting comedic moments 😅

Honestly at one point I think it all devolves into plausible deniability. 😭😂

Jason is the first to notice something amiss, obviously. But he joins Bruce in pretending it‘s just Dick‘s general weirdness. After all, as long as the dog just howls once in a while it’s not necessarily a wolf, right? And Dick, after the initial hang up and trying to kill him a little, is sweet as a summer‘s day to him and viciously protective to boot. Galas and all the rich people there that used to treat Jason like a circus animal aren’t a problem anymore because Dick always swoops in like a bat out of hell and distracts the creepy old ladies with a charming smile until they walk away with vacant eyes. It‘s all pretty funny. And very weird. But hey, Jason gets a laugh out of it and that secretive little grin from Dick so whatever.

Tim I headcanon has Dick all figured out within a month of officially meeting him (the opposite of this would be Tim never figuring it out which is also kinda funny and just attributing it to his circus past or something) and is veeery cautious about interacting with Dick for a time. It makes Dick kind of sad and Tim can only withstand the puppy eyes so long until he caves.

Steph just kinda shrugs and accepts Dick‘s strangeness at face value. It ain’t hurting her so why should she bother? Dick is cool. She likes Dick. End of story, thank you and good day. And yeah, fine, some of his habits are downright weird and everything but who is she to judge? And he‘s always down to cause mischief with her which is?? Super cool???? Even the more devious pranks she can bribe him into joining by handing him a jar of fresh honey or hand picked fruit!! Anybody trying to say shit about Dick lands them on her hit list, period.

Cass is Cass. Nobody can fool her. She may not know what Dick is, but she‘s painfully aware he‘s other. Most wildlife treats him like bees would their queen, there‘s always the scent of pines and rain following him. Dick‘s body language says ‘playful-content-happy’ but his eyes say ‘dark-dangerous-predator’. It’s all very conflicting; a study of contradictions. Cass learns to go by what his body language says and quickly finds a kindred spirit in Dick, who somehow always seems to know exactly what she tries to express but has trouble translating into words.

I headcanon Damian grew up with folklore so while his first theory may not be “fae” he definitely has Dick down as something other than human. Which means he must be powerful. Which means Damian must keep himself in Dick’s good graces in the hopes of making the creature teach him how to be powerful in turn. And, well, the kid grew up with a grandad that regularly takes dips in a magical swimming pool. I don’t think there’s much that can genuinely shock him lol.

Duke is… well, he’s the sensible one so of course he’s the first one to actually ask questions. And then proceeds to go nearly insane because??? Nobody seems to?? Care???? That Dick just rotated his head a full 360°???? Or that the manor sure af isn’t supposed to??? Randomly add hallways???? Or that there’s a whole ass SWAMP that appeared in the basement overnight???? Or a door that leads straight into the forest?????? Duke very nearly nopes the hell out because that’s too much even for him. But finally, finally someone takes pity on him (I headcanon it’s Cass) and she doesn’t explain anything per se, she just kind of… shows Duke. Shows him around the manor, introduces him to twisting halls and strange rooms, takes him to where Dick is lounging with the rest of the family, purring like a content cat. And Duke still doesn’t understand, not completely, but Dick smiles at him with too many, too sharp teeth and tugs him into the huge cuddle pile and?? Are those feathers on his neck?? No, he must have imagined it. Anyway, Duke thinks he can handle this… strangeness, if it scores him a family like this. It’s Gotham, right? Weirder things happen here on the daily.

Omg this turned into a whole ass essay I’m so sorry 😰😅😭✨

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