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WINGED MUSES.
back on my self indulgent bs guys. modify prompts as needed
- “Hey — don’t touch them!”
- “They’re so pretty.”
- “Yes, they take a while to groom.”
- “You really don’t know what a blood feather is?”
- “My feathers got a bit ruffled back there.”
- “Give me a second, my wings are aching right now—”
- “Do you want to look at them?”
- “Your wings are so messy.”
- “Here, let me rearrange the feathers for you.”
- “Can you dye them?”
- “Wings are very sensitive things.”
- “They’re limbs, just like anything else.”
- “I’m just leaving to fly for a bit. Want to join?”
- “Hey, hey — it’s okay. They’ll heal.”
- “They’re gone, I’ll never fly again —”
- “Can I have a feather? Just one?”
- “Stop hiding behind your wings, I can see you.”
- “Can you scratch part of my wing here? I can’t reach.”
- “Touch my wings again, and I swear, I’ll —”
- “…My back hurts.”
- “Did you push yourself too hard while flying again?”
- “I can’t fly anymore.”
- “Stop asking to touch my wings.”
- “My wing — it’s broken!”
- “Can I feel your wings?”
- “I need to make sure your wing isn’t broken.”
- “Can you do tricks in the air?”
- “Sorry for getting so excited over your wings. I just think they’re really cool!”
- “I wish you would stop shedding feathers everywhere.”
- “Do you think feather pens are weird? Like using a body part to write with.”
- “Your wings kind of look like a [bird type].”
- “What does flying feel like?”
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He slays
Inspired by Neil’s outfit from BAFTA Games awards:
https://x.com/baftagames/status/1778474704086368723?s=46&t=EuBiJuFrpmM7JiLiuDbaCA
this art on twt:
https://x.com/skeptical_lynx/status/1778597831856562354?s=46&t=EuBiJuFrpmM7JiLiuDbaCA
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Little Explosion Murder Dynamight
Extras:
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3BAKA REUNITED AND HAPPY NEXT CHAPTER MARK MY WORDS😤😤😤🫵🫵🫵
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It was certainly a good thing that Mizora caught onto the suggestion that Wyll was throwing out there. He generally tried to keep on the good side of the morality compass. But sometimes it couldn’t be helped. If they were so confident to steal from the Blade of Frontiers, then there were a lot of people that were in danger if these men were able to walk away. His eye scanned towards the imp that had arrived, before turning his attention towards the man that was closest to him.
With Mizora having brought out his rapier, he might as well accept that he was going to be running not this fight. Not that he was ever the kind of person that would turn tail and run when faced with a difficult situation.
“Exactly what you have deserved,” he said, managing to fight back the saber that was being stabbed towards his body. Even though he had not ended up being the son that his father had wanted, he had learned a great deal from the man. All the hours of teaching Wyll how to sword fight was something that had served him well since being banished from Baldur’s Gate. He always knew that he would have to fight. He just never expected for his dignity to be down in the dirt.
Once he had gotten the attention of the one man, the other thieves were coming to take a part in. It wasn’t the first time that Wyll had fought more than one person at a time. He was primarily using his own blade, choosing to keep the powers Mizora gave him quiet until he felt it was much more necessary to use them.
Bringing up Ulder Ravenguard was always a surefire way to anger Wyll. Even though his exile was now a couple of years ago, the wounds of that betrayal seemed to have never healed fully. Mizora made sure of that. Always peeling off the scab and jabbing into the exposed flesh at the most opportune moment. Harnessing Wyll's trauma was as much a tool of torment as any claw or knife. Using it took a certain finesse, and it had to be used sparingly, lest it lose its powerful impact.
Mizora narrowed her eyes in disdain as Wyll tried to explain why he couldn't just follow the desire, needling at him. While she understood it, after all, devils were as obsessed with rules as they were with inflicting pain, she still had to admit, she had hoped to be able to rile Wyll up some more. After all, didn't it hurt his ego just a little bit to have been tricked so easily?
She chose not to argue with him. Instead, her eyes lit up as Wyll remarked that things would be different if somehow they had been goaded into attacking him when a guard came by. Mizora could hear the heavy footsteps of the town's patrol, walking down the long main road. The thieves probably had about five minutes to make their getaway.
However, why let them leave so swiftly when they could put on a show first? The Cambion opened her hand and twisted her wrist sideways. Under a flash of bloodred light and the faint smell of something burning a slender, small, red imp dropped into the grass by the side of the road. Looking around, the small fiend quickly locked sight on one of the thieves, standing closest to Wyll.
Cackling low under its breath, the imp flapped its wings and swiftly flew closer towards the man. Hovering invisible behind him, it aimed and swiftly jabbed its scorpion tail into the thief's thigh. The man jowled in shock and pain, hand going for the wound. His muscles were spasming uncomfortably and as he stared at Wyll, there was an expression of wild, hot rage in his eyes.
"What did you do to me, you little shit?!", shouted the man angrily. He pulled out a crude-looking sabre and rushed at Wyll, swinging his weapon and aiming for the young warlock's chest. Mizora smirked and flexed her fingers, forcing Wyll to grab his rapier and raise the blade in a perry.
Stepping aside and relinquishing the brief control over Wyll's body, Mizora called as if she had just done him a favour: "Go on, pup! Have fun!"
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“Daddy issues make you a people pleaser, but mommy issues make you like. A sociopath”
Yeah. That checks out.
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Colored in this panel because I just love Aizawa so much ✨
Update: I made another
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It had taken some time for Wyll to really accept that Halsin wasn’t lying about being an elf. Not even a part giant, as it would turn out. It was impossible not to like the older man, after spending just a few moments with him. “I didn’t know that they could be that big either. He’s a very… Unique individual. After Astarion had spent so much time trying to convince me that he was masculine for an elf,” Wyll said, turning his attention towards the tiefling he was standing beside. And maybe Astarion was very masculine for a high elf.
Thankfully, the comment hadn't made Wyll gasp and clutch his pearls, but the following silence where she had baffled him to quiet was an amusing one, quickly chased by a broad grin that was all teeth. Their resident druid, pardon her phrasing, stood out like a sore thumb. Enough of one, actually, that the tiefling was nurturing a small crush that she would not admit to under threat of death. Maybe on the loosened lips of being pleasantly pissed, but no more, no less. "Halsin? Yeah, probably. Didn't know elves could be so ... hairy. Lends to his jolly charm though, eh?"
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Imagine some kid in flip flops and jorts overthrowing your criminal empire with a super soaker
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@windwithinmyveins asked "If I were you, I'd keep me alive." - Changeling to Gale
Gale just seemed outright flustered by the comment, distressed that for some reason the other had it in their head that he wanted to go around and not keep them alive.
“Obviously I would like to keep you alive,” he said, finally managing to figure out what he was going to say to them. He didn’t like to think of them not being alive. If he was being honest. It had been a short amount of time that they had spent together, but it was nice to be around another individual. Especially one that seemed to have as big of a heart as they did, something that was becoming more rare on their travels.
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