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paintedkinzy-88 · 1 day
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You have no idea how long this took me. Not because it was hard, so to speak, but because I had nO TIME TO DRAW IT---
BUT. It's done. Congrats to the one person who guessed Leo could use portals to fly -- that was like. A huge plot point I wanted to delve into.
It's not satisfying to him, so to speak. As he says, it's not ACTUALLY flying. There’s not a lot of control here, he can’t maneuver or turn without needing another portal boost. Plus, he doesn't exactly LIKE the feeling of falling, knowing that should he screw up, should he not catch himself, or should his portals fail him like they do oh so often, he doesn't have any natural way to save himself... A fear that was only truly realized after Draxum tossed him off a roof.
However, the method helps ease his desire a bit. It's something he'll do for hours at night, when he can't sleep, until he's exhausted his mystics or the feeling of freefalling just gets to be a little too much for him. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
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bigcatbulges · 10 months
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Source - wolfaninensfw (Nude Alt version)
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lisbeth-kk · 27 days
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Sherlock fandom
Am I Dreaming?
Sherlock doesn’t know what’s real and what’s imagination anymore. Everything is a blur of sleep deprivation, thirst, hunger, and excruciating pain. Whenever his jailer and the torturists are leaving him alone, he sighs relieved, but he soon panics when he starts to think about their return. It’s then a vision of John appears before him.
“You can do this, Sherlock. Don’t you dare give up; you hear me? I need you to come home to me, alright? There, now, shh, I’ve got you. Stay strong, Sherlock. For me. Please.”
John’s voice is commanding at first, urging Sherlock to get a grip, but it always turns tender when Sherlock can’t hold back his sobs. He wishes John would touch him, so he could feel his warmth and be comforted by those steady hands that have healed him so many times. Before Sherlock jumped off a roof.
In the early days of his capture, Sherlock was able to see himself from above. Taking stock over his misery and the cell, desperately trying to find a way to escape. The longer he was jailed, the more his brain failed him. It became mushy, the sharp observation skills left him, and he was unable to soar anymore. His only comfort was John’s visits.  
Sherlock knows he’s about to die. Before he met John, this wouldn’t have bothered him at all but now…now it’s an unbearable thought. Never to see John again? Not be able to explain why he had to jump. Why John couldn’t know that it was a magic trick. To beg John’s forgiveness. To tell John…
The door to his cell opens and Sherlock steels himself for whatever gruesome punishment the Serbians have installed for him. A familiar voice gives orders to someone. Sherlock’s eyes are blindfolded, but his hearing is still excellent. That voice…no, it can’t be. The person speaks Serbian, and to Sherlock’s knowledge, Mycroft doesn’t speak Serbian. Unless he’s learned it sufficiently enough to rescue Sherlock. No, that doesn’t make sense. Mycroft doing legwork? If Sherlock wasn’t so exhausted, he would’ve laughed. It comes out as a cough, which sends a sharp stab of pain through his entire body.
He must’ve blacked out, because when he wakes his cell is gone. At his right side there’s a small window. Sherlock’s brain is too dizzy to comprehend where he is, but he realises something. He is soaring again, but what he sees underneath is impossible. London. Sherlock is soaring above London!
“Am I dreaming?” he whispers and closes his eyes as tears start to form.
“Brother mine,” Mycroft says softly at Sherlock’s left side.
Sherlock keeps his eyes firmly shut. He can’t bear if this isn’t real.
“You are not dreaming, Sherlock,” Mycroft assures him.
Is his voice trembling?
Sherlock feels a hand on his shoulder. It’s warm. He opens his eyes and there he is, Mycroft Holmes, his arch enemy and big brother. They’re on a private jet, Sherlock discerns. Before he can ask, Mycroft lifts an eyebrow and nods.
“I will let him know.”
Sherlock sighs relieved and falls asleep while the tarmac comes into sight.
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[#FFF242 Soaring Above]
Over land and sea, over forests and meadows, cities and deserts, or even higher, through the clouds and among the stars. Are you flying or fleeing? What can you see from up there? Let your imagination take wings and write!
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mimisempai · 27 days
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Our oath
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What was supposed to be just a romantic flight takes on a whole new meaning as Aziraphale and Crowley gaze up at the world from the starry sky.
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I didn't plan them to take me there, but I don't regret it...
For the @flashfictionfridayofficial - #FFF242 Soaring Above
On Ao3
Rating G -  755 words
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He spread his wings, made a few movements with them to make sure they were working properly, then took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."
He flew up into the sky, and as he soared higher, he saw the bookshop, the busy Whickber Street, and then the city lights grew smaller and smaller. Then he flew past some clouds until there was night and stars all around him, and he stopped to look at the Earth, now barely bigger than a small marble.
So small in this great universe, so beautiful and fragile. 
But oh, so precious.
He felt, as he always had when it came to the little planet, this deep, strong, raw love that drove him to protect it and its inhabitants from all dangers and whatever else his and Crowley's ex-sides might think of doing, because for Heaven and Hell, Earth means nothing or just a means to an end.
At that thought, he feels anger growing deep inside him. The same anger he is filled with every time he thinks about how Heaven regards its own creation. He feels it growing inside him, intense, burning, uncontrollable.
"Angel?"
Then it immediately stopped.
Just that word, uttered in a soft voice, overcame the rage that overcame him, and the gentle pressure on his hand was enough to make it subside, leaving only the love for this planet and the fierce will to protect it, no matter the cost.
Then a caress on his hand removed the last vestiges of anger and he turned his eyes to the demon at his side. Crowley, in whose eyes he read understanding and the same fervor as his own.
This planet, so precious to them, for it was what brought them together in the first place. Before their shared love, it was the will to save the Earth and its people that made them overcome all the obstacles that fate had placed between them.
Once he's calmed down, he can also see the concern in the demon's eyes and blames himself for being the one who put it there.
Crowley asked him gently, "Are you all right, Angel?"
Aziraphale, without letting go of his hand, moved closer to him, his wings fluttering gently, then replied, "Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this flight in the sky to turn into a drama."
Crowley gently stroked his cheek and shook his head before saying, "Don't be sorry. I know how you feel. We won't let anything happen to them."
"How do you understand me so well?"
The demon winked at him and replied playfully, "Thousands of years of practice," then his expression turned serious again as his eyes focused on the planet far below their feet and he said quietly, "This is our home. So we will protect it. Together."
He wrapped his arm around the angel's waist, and Aziraphale rested his head on his shoulder, repeating softly, "Together."
They stayed like that for a few minutes, embracing in the starry sky, looking down on this world and its inhabitants that they loved so much.
Then Aziraphale slid his hand down the demon's arm and intertwined their fingers, saying softly, "Come on, let's go home."
Crowley smiled at him, nodded, and together they flapped their wings before diving toward the Earth.
They both felt their hearts racing as they approached the Earth. Crowley gripped Aziraphale's hand a little tighter as they flew over Tadfield, and a little later, Aziraphale's hand tightened around Crowley's as they passed over Whickber Street, where their family and the heart of their home lay.
They finally landed on the roof of the bookshop, still holding hands.
Aziraphale pushed back a lock of red hair that had fallen across Crowley's forehead during their flight and said quietly, "How about dinner at the Ritz to end the evening on a high note?"
The demon simply asked, "By land or by air?"
The angel immediately replied, "By land, among them."
Crowley planted a light kiss on Aziraphale's lips and nodded before saying quietly, "Let's go, Angel."
Some time later, they entered the Ritz and a butler escorted them to their usual table.
After their champagne glasses were filled, Crowley raised his to the angel and said softly, "Cheers, to the world."
Aziraphale clinked his glass against the demon's and replied, "To our world."
They said nothing more, they didn't need to as the same burning will to cherish and protect this world was shining in their eyes.
Their oath.
To the world.
To their world.
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zhongrin · 3 days
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was watching this video while eating and now i'm thinking of wriothesley seeing the same thing happen to sigewinne his daughter and he's just. glaring. seething. at these birds. whenever you both visit the overworld. (please hold his hand so he doesn't go growling whenever he sights those violetgold angler gulls)
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Blue, blue ocean
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For @flashfictionfridayofficial entry: #fff242: Soaring above
and @fluffbruary February 27 : table | blush | laundry
Fandom: Bang Brave Bang Bravern
Pairing: Ao Isami/Lewis Smith
Words: 398
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I wish I could have touched his face and ease that crease on his forehead… I wish I could have grabbed him and…
One in a million, but one and the same. Lewis thought as he soared above the clouds and began to disintegrate.
I wish we could have shared some more time… I wish I could have known you much earlier…
Regrets came in late of course. Afterthoughts that didn’t have any more space in the present time.
Fragments of memories, of a life that past, flashed before him like a camera reel. The shards of broken glasses became tiny mirror prisms showing scenes of his life.
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He could see a makeshift boxing ring on top of a ship. Brought on by his suggestion to do some boxing where they could unleash their pent-up sexual frustration and the misunderstanding between them, the Japanese lieutenant was ready to find connection.
“Do you feel it too?” The yellow-blonde-haired American man asked his Japanese counterpart as he lay on top of him grinding their crotches together much to the delight of their comrades, who thought they were only horseying around.
Isami, a Japanese gentleman and a dignified military officer, blushed and was suddenly speechless. Shyness, yes. Better to lay blame it on that emotion, but frotting with Lewis in front of the public wasn’t what one would call a proper decorum.
“That’s private,” Lewis heard Isami say when they were in the canteen eating their curry.
It occurred to him that before the Purge, he and Isami began to talk in earnest. Still the same stoic younger lieutenant, he gave signs to Lewis when he wanted to strike a conversation.
One time Lewis observed how Isami stood there next to him, not responding at all, looking at Bravern’s direction. After giving his reply, he thought it was all over. He was ready to leave when a hand stopped him.
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“Lewis… wait…”
The American watched the smooth face in front of him, the imperial almond-shaped black eyes, the urge to kiss those thin lips was so strong he had to step back.
“Your eyes remind me of blue ocean.”
His last recollection was Isami’s face during their last goodbye when the latter was boarding Bravern. A simple nod. That recognition that the two of them perfectly understood.
You stay alive for me while saving the world.
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Then everything turned to dust.
*Episode 8 was such an emotional rollercoaster, but somehow expected.
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dindjarindiaries · 1 year
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I knew Andor was gonna blow it out of the water, but it somehow continues to exceed my expectations more and more with each episode. This is truly Star Wars at its best. The complexity, the nuance, the humanity and grit… it’s incredible.
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convertedzukaang · 27 days
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Title: There's No Reason -Also posted on Ao3
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Pairing: ZukAang (ATLA) Zuko x Aang
Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, Mild Angst
Word count: 802
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Zuko stared at Aang from outside his cell below the ship’s deck. They're approximately six days away from the Fire Nation Capital. Aang’s stomach turns at the sudden realization, it has been twenty-five days since Zuko has captured him and he has grown fond of the Prince’s presence in his tiny prison cell. They have shared intimate moments, and some days he finds the Prince lying next to him in the middle of the night, soundly asleep and breathing peacefully. Aang sighs and gets up from  his chair, “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come inside?”
He sounded discourteous, Aang didn’t mean to. But he was exhausted and being stuck in his diminutive cell did not help the suffocation he’s feeling. When Zuko opened the cell door and stepped in, he looked at Aang with apologetic eyes. He could almost hear Zuko’s unspoken words, his apologies, his confession, his cognizance. Aang simply takes his hand and places small and gentle kisses on Zuko’s fingertips, silently reassuring the Prince that everything will be alright.
“Would you like to..” Zuko started, staring intensely at Aang’s lips, “..come to the deck with me?”
Aang gasped at the question, shocked at how nonchalant Zuko suggested the activity. He smiled at the Prince as tears formed in his eyes, quietly asking, “Is this a test?”
The Prince laughed, the sound sending electricity down Aang’s spine. Zuko responds, “I trust you because..” He paused, holding his tongue from saying things he might regret later, he shakes his head and continues, “..because I just do.”
Zuko tugged at the airbender’s hand, leading him up to the deck of the ship. It seems that Zuko had planned to invite him out here all along because on the far end of the deck, Aang sees his glider perched on top of the crates. He was about to run off, however, a strong squeeze on his hand stopped him. Aang looked back at Zuko with a sad smile, “I’m sorry, I just got excited.”
“I know, I’m just.. Nervous, that’s all.” Zuko says as he lets go of Aang’s hand, “I said I trust you, and I do. I know you will always come back to me.”
With a nod from Zuko, Aang sprints to where his glider was, his bare feet feeling cold against the steel of the ship. He spends no time warming up, he whips his glider and soared through the clouds. Aang didn’t even notice how the sun burned his skin when he ascended to the sky, he took no notice of anything as he breathed in the salty and fresh air. Laughing as he passed through the mist, soaking his clothes. But Aang didn’t care. Realistically, he’s only been held captive for less than a month, it hasn’t been that long but his mind wandered around his friends. Katara, Sokka, Toph and Suki. Where are they now? Did they survive the Serpent’s Pass? That was the last time he saw them before he was captured by Zuko. The feeling of guilt buried deep inside him is now bubbling up, Aang has always thought he is responsible for his friend’s lives, and he left them alone, traveling through a deadly pass. But his friends are strong, surely they can survive without him. They might be in Ba Sing Se by now. 
He flew as high up as he could until he could no longer see the Fire Nation ship below him, until he could no longer see Zuko. It’s as liberating as it is suffocating. He could fly away right now and spend his energy flying to the Earth Kingdom again, he could try to find his friends. Aang shakes his head and comes back to reality, he descends below the clouds just enough so Zuko can spot him and keep an eye on him. Reassuring the Prince that he’s here.
No matter how freeing this feeling of flying in the clouds is, he is still a prisoner. He can escape. He should escape, but something inside him, a mere whisper in his ears, telling him not to leave. Even if Aang knows that when they arrive at the Fire Nation, he will be offered to the Fire Lord as a reward, then Zuko will have his honor back, his home. But as he looked down, seeing Zuko smile warmly at him from his ship’s deck, trusting Aang that he would never stray too far and escape, the airbender can’t help but let a tear slip down from his eye to his cheek. The wetness immediately dried as he ascended further into the clouds, letting all his conflicted feelings plummet into the ocean below him. He thinks –  there’s no reason for him to be falling in love with his captor like this. 
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ruoye-enthusiast · 4 months
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at his highest and lowest points, xie lian is wearing both of jun wu’s masks.
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angelofalls · 1 year
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[OC] Amani (Lion) and Valdr (Dragon) 2 cover art pieces of a comic idea I'm lowkey developing on the side for fun. Can't say when I'll unleash the actual pages, it's not my main focus at the moment but hope to make it happen someday!
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artisfox · 4 months
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rotbtd likers all have a phd in photo + gif editing
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baubeautyandthegeek · 27 days
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Soaring Hope – Beverly Keane/Dolly Scarborough, Leeza Scarborough.
A/N: Quick little fic for @flashfictionfridayofficial , the first actually done in time I think but... here we are.
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Angels fly. That much was always true, but flying above Crockett Island is special. The sinners and the saints live most at night. Children sneak away to play and kiss and be happy, adults walk, talk, live. Leeza, dear Leeza, one of the Father’s chosen children. Walks, runs, sits in boats and enjoys finding love. Soaring above her is a gift, a gift many would never have… but I do. I do and I see her and I smile. Beverly, sweetly shy Beverly who hides all her shyness under faith and being more than a little stubborn. She thinks we don’t see, us Angels, how hard she tries to deny it all. She thinks we would not love one like her… but we do, we always have. Dolly, strong but silent, Dolly who lets Leeza sneak away and pretends not to see. Dolly who chose life and Leeza over who she truly wants. Dolly who sneaks from her home to kneel with Beverly at the church sign, prepare for the next day, steal a few special moments with the woman she wants most.   Soaring above, we see it all and we hope, dearly, for our faithful ones to find their strength to tell the truth, one day.
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Soaring Above by @pheita
Soaring Above. by @freedvmrouge
Injurious Distance by @edosianorchids901
Scatter Us Upon The Mountain by @jack-of-crowns
Catching My Breath by @fourohfourrealitynotfound
Soaring Above by @landofspaceandrainbows
In another life. by @bloodlessheirbyjacques
Why? by @writingamongther0ses
Surging Below by @hd-literature
The Battle of New York by @polizwrites
Night Flight by @mundanemoongirl
Our oath by @mimisempai
Soaring Above by @darkhorse-javert
Soaring Above by @baubeautyandthegeek
Soaring Above by @zorilleerrant
There's No Reason by @convertedzukaang
Am I Dreaming? by @lisbeth-kk
Above by @renee-writer
Past The Ocean, The Skies by @reblog-house
Soaring by @cocoamoonmalfoy
Blue, blue ocean by @seekers-who-are-lovers
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soaricarus · 5 months
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fuckit have this doodle of a very shocked catslug eclipse who just experienced their first death and got cycled
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millionsofbooks · 2 years
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Jack Seward (left) and Quincey Morris (right), 1893 (colorised)
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