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dumbbitchawards · 1 month

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When you're mean to me this is who you're being mean to btw

#blue crowned pigeon #birds #birblr #ornithology #mine #dumbbitchawards

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cero-sleep · 1 month

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Blue Crowned Pigeon - Available

Oriental Turtle Dove - Available

White-Winged Dove - Available

New pigeon and dove themed milagro adopts! Selling them in chicken smoothie and kofi for $15!

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cyeria · 1 year

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blue crowned pigeon

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lionfloss · 2 years

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#naturecore #birds #photography #Guria #Victoria Crowned Pigeon #pigeon #blue #nature #green #plants #tropical #trees #1k

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heartnosekid · 2 years

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victoria crowned pigeon | source

#victoria crowned pigeon #birds #animals #stim #sfw #feathers #blue #teal #white #ishy gifs #postish

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peapod20001 · 3 months

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If they look stereotypically mean then I hit the nail on the head <3

#pea art #oc Melody #oc Symphony #digital art #my art #my ocs #ocs #oc #my oc #my characters #original character #original characters #character design #suggestive #eyestrain #eye strain #they’re based on Victoria crown pigeons!! das why they’re blue #Steve likes them a lot. they like to beat him up </3 #anyways. the them

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ssyrokk · 4 months

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#art #digital art #krita #painting #digital drawing #blue art #background #birds #bird #bird art #blue bird #victoria crowned pigeon #pigeon

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hey-color-palettes · 1 year

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Would you please put together a palette based on the Victoria Crowned Pigeon?

3b2e3d || #8f687a || #5a87ac || #99c4dd || #ae3c3f

#victoria crowned pigeon palette #color palette #purple #gray #blue #red #request #dec 2 #I LOVE THESE GUYS

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elliottnotyet · 1 month

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Marchirp day 18: feathers. I got another pigeon for ya. This is the Victoria Crowned Pigeon.

[Image ID: blue pigeon with fanned feathers coming off the top of its head. End ID]

#pigeon #victoria crowned pigeon #marchirp #image id #artist described #art

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peachesofteal · 6 months

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Peaches, You writing about Simon telling Darling about Soap’s death absolutely destroyed me (I loved it). But now I need some fluff to patch the hole your writing left in my heart (again, I loved it). Could you write a little blurb where the boys come back from deployment to find that darling rescued a kitten or pigeon or something, plz? She wouldn’t keep it but she’s just taking care of it while it gets better. How would they react? I think it would be perfect to showcase the kindness and compassion that made them fall for Darling.

Also, plz never stop writing. You’re so insanely talented ily<3

-♟anon

This is so cute 🖤

Not canon.

"We're-" Johnny stops mid sentence at the sight of you clutching something to your chest, something small, covered in black fur, with two pointed ears poking out between your fingers. "home?"

"Hi." You're still holding the kitten, thumb rubbing soft circles into it's head, and he blinks to clear his vision, like he's seeing things. You glance at them both, lip tugged beneath your teeth, apprehensive.

Is that... a cat?

"Darling?" Simon hums, low and sweet, dropping his bag to the floor before extending his arms. The motion propels you forward, into his body, and he exchanges a bemused look with Johnny over your head. "What's this?"

"I found her in an alley." Simon stiffens, but Johnny beats him to it.

"What were ye doin' in an alley?"

"I heard her crying. I took her to a rescue but she's too little to be on her own so I... told them I could take care of her, until they found her a home." You shrug your shoulders, and then nod towards the kitchen counter where two tiny baby bottles sit. "She has be to be bottle fed." Johnny moves, pressing closer to you and Simon, wrapping an arm around the slope of your waist, lips mussing across the crown of your head. Sweet, darling girl.

"Ye've been bottle feeding her?" You nod, tilting the little cat so Johnny and Simon can see it more clearly, green blue eyes and soft tufts of black fur, purring contently inside your palm. You smile at them, almost shy, like you're embarrassed, and Johnny wants to wrap you up tighter, hold you in his arms forever so nothing can take you away, so he can keep you sweet and soft and happy like this, forever.

"Did you name her?" Simon asks you gently, and you half heartedly shrug.

"Not really. I've just been calling her Salem, because she's a black cat and all."

"That's a good name." He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek and pulling away to take off his boots. "Does she have a bed?"

"Uhh. Yeah..." You make a face, and then giggle. "Ours?"

"Ach no." Johnny tilts your chin, his mouth finding yours for a long moment, doubling down on his protest against your lips. “Cannae have a little cat in the bed, darling. She might get squished.”

#peaches asks #dead disco #ghoap x reader

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whalesforhands · 5 months

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the gojo-geto household’s playtime!

“Would you like another cup of tea, Mr. King?”Nanako’s voice is pitched far too high, an attempt to act a flair of elegance to her words as crumbs of the cookies Tsumiki had baked linger by her lips.

“Oh, with pleasure, Princess Of Green Bunnies.” You watch with amusement as Suguru tips his cup down towards the girl, trying his best to move his admittedly larger frame around without knocking anything over. Your hands gently wiping Nanako’s face when she leans in closer towards you momentarily.

“Mama—“ She coughs, sputtering in her next words. “Mrs. Queen! I am perfectly fine!” She’s whining up at you as you only silently pat her head.

“Can we eat now?” Megumi— No, Prince of The Animal Kingdom, impatiently drums his fingers against the plastic table, staring down at the potato chips and corn snacks before him. Tsumiki tuts, lightly smacking her little brother’s hand. “That’s rude, Prince! We have to wait for the Princess of Stitches to give us the signal.”

Mimiko nods. “Thank you, Princess of Strawberries…” A shy tilt of her head towards her plushie before she clanks her plastic spoon against the plastic teacup.

“Ah! Mimi has an announcement!”

“I wanna eat…”

“Gumi, be patient.” A ruffle of his hair from the long-haired man to sate him.

“I want to thank you all for coming…”

There’s a trudge, before from within the large pile of pillows and blankets, emerged the domineering figure of he who cannot be exorcised, he who rises from the dead, he who kidnaps children and swallows them whole!

The Banished Demon King Who Rules Over the Banished Bad Guys!

(Also known as simply, in Megumi’s complaints of the too long title, The Demon King.)

Gojo Satoru’s boisterous laugh is heard as he uses his tall frame to tower over the tea party, the gasps of shock and horror music to his ears. “My, my! A wonderful tea party!” With a rude step forward, he plants his foot upon the play table, albeit with a bit of care as to not rattle it too much, ego and confidence radiating off of him.

“But it seems my invite got lost via the carrier pigeon!” He places a melodramatic hand to his forehead. “You tiny lot wouldn’t be so cruel to not invite me, would ya?” The glitter upon his paper crown glints underneath the lights as his eyes search the puffed up faces of his daughters and uninterested one of his son.

“You were never invited, cruel monster!” Several plastic utensils are thrown at him as he deflects them with his ‘evil magic’. (He turned Infinity on momentarily before turning it off again.)

You only watch with a pleasant smile next to Suguru, just happy to be a part of this whilst lightly clapping along. Geto’s stare moves to watch you, lips quirking up at the sight of you. He chuckles when he spots a bored Megumi at your other side, sneaking bites of the snacks now that the girls were distracted.

(Megumi wanted to play his console, but everyone voted for this first, so he did too, to the twins and Tsumiki’s delight.)

Satoru’s blanket that acted as his all-menacing cape is unwrapped from around him as three gazes of unwavering determination face him. “I see…” A glint from those sunglasses hiding the ever mischievous pair of blue. “Then I suppose a kidnapping is in order to placate my evil desires! WAHAHAH!”

You don’t even have time to react before you’re scooped up into a pair of arms, the half-eaten biscuit still in your hand as you’re thrown over your husband’s shoulder, his long legs carrying you away and out the door into the living room, cackling all the way as you begin to put on airs.

(This was not in the script.)

“Oh no~!” You let out a gasp for dramatic effect as you’re carried further and further away. “I’m being kidnapped by the evil king! Save me!” The smile on your face completely going against your words, finding it hard to get into character.

“Our Queen has been kidnapped by the evil curse! Oh no!” Nanako raises a foam sword as Tsumiki fixes the ribbons in Geto’s hair. “Quick, we must have an emergency meeting plan to save her!”

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Gojo settles you down gently on the nearby couch, humming lightly as he sneaks a kiss from your lonely-looking lips. “Gotta play it up a bit, honey. You don’t mind, right?” His once discarded blanket is now upon your shoulders, lightly and messily knotting it to act as ‘binds’. “And so you won’t get cold.”

“How sweet of a Demon King.” You lean forwards to peck his forehead, swooning at him as starry blue eyes meet yours, nuzzling his face against you with a grin on his face.

“Special treatment for my loveliest Queen, of course—“

“Halt right there, evil doer!” Tsumiki has taken charge of the party. “You haven’t won yet, since you forgot our secret weapon!”

“Papa!” Nanako and Mimiko push forward a very compliant Suguru, his hands raised as the sparkly ribbons and bows in his hair attract the demon king’s attention.

“Hello~” Geto only simply waves with a smile on his face.

“Evilllllll BLAST!” His fingers glow red before immediately flickering out, Geto taking the ‘hit’, clutching his heart as he makes a show of stumbling around, before dropping to the ground conveniently right next to you.

“He defeated the King! He’s too strong!” Nanako is gasping in defeat for her siblings, falling to her knees as she acts troubled.

“This curse has more plans!! I eat children who don’t give their daddies enough love today!!!” Gojo gives a sneaky pat to the prone Geto on the ground next to you before he turns to face his defeat.

“Order of Sorcerers! Plan B!”

“RAHHhh- Ow! Hey!” He’s getting pelted by an onslaught of toy bullets as an arm is held up in front of him to defend himself, stray bullets bounce against his face and off of his sunglasses, falling to his knees as he’s sniped from a distance.

Megumi.

Mimiko rings the bell in signal as Tsumiki hands out the next orders. “Megumi has temporarily stunned the monster!” A thrust of her sword upwards towards the ceiling. “All troops! CHARGGEEE!”

“Since when did princes use guns?!” Satoru is adamantly taken aback, holding both hands in the air in surrender as the twins held his legs down in place, Megumi pointing the toy gun menacingly at him as Tsumiki held a pillow up over her head in victory.

“Admit defeat and set our Queen free, monster!”

And they descended upon the poor man like ants to a fallen ice cream scoop, running at him as they poked him with their foam swords, bludgeoned his face with pillows, as he squealed, simply letting himself get overwhelmed and laying in defeat as he continues to get pummeled.

They’re distracted. This is your chance.

“Are you tired?” Your voice is gentle as your head hovers above his, looking down into his lovely copper-amethyst gaze as black ribbons of his hair splay out against the carpeted floor.

He really does look like something out of a fairytale. You’re surprised he wasn’t asked to play a princess.

“My back is a little sore...” Well, hunching over a tiny plastic chair all day isn’t very healthy. “But I’m mostly fine, dear.” He makes it a point to keep his already soothing voice low, tinged with gentle reassurance and eyes blinking slowly up at you.

(He still has the very important role of keeping the roleplay alive, after all.)

“And how is my gorgeous Queen doing?” The act is temporarily dropped when a hand reaches up to cup your cheek, grazing over the skin as his stare holds your own, the background noises fading into nothing as he takes this moment entirely for himself.

“Kiss me?” A plead that you can’t deny.

You relent, a lean downwards that allows you to press a kiss to the man’s forehead, easing his stress and begetting the softness of his eyes, before pulling away.

“Mm. Good… But I prefer somewhere else…”

A loud crash.

“The monster has fallen!” Nanako arises victorious, socked feet standing upon Satoru’s prone body, heels digging into his chest whilst her twin sat upon his stomach as he feigns death on the ground, Tsumiki patting the defeated man’s arm and Megumi poking his face with a stray bullet as the grown man fights to keep the ‘dead’ act as a smile is a laugh away from twitching onto his face.

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“Daddy! You can’t put the word ‘evil’ in front of everything and call it a day!” Mimiko has a small pout on her face as she looks up at the light-haired man, star-shapes carrots on her fork as she regards the figure with a narrowed stare.

You and Suguru both had to console the defeated demon king quite a bit, despite the fact that he had voluntarily taken up this role.

Gojo regrets buying those toy guns. They actually hurt quite a bit.

nvy’s aftertalk:

sorry guys i was playing minecraft and studying lol

#dyf au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #satosugu x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

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pochipop · 11 months

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＃GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — PRINCE AU/FORBIDDEN LOVE DRABBLES.

#. synopsis! — drabbles featuring tighnari, diluc, & ayato as princes who’ve fallen for a commoner reader .

#. characters! — tighnari, diluc, ayato .

#. warnings! — mentions of genre typical hierarchical discrimination .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

＃ TIGHNARI !! ♡

Curious Prince Tighnari who sends you love letters tied round the neck of stout pigeons; their beaks tip-tapping ever so gently against the sunlit window you sit beneath, a novel page tucked between your fingers. It’s been little more than a few days since you last saw him in the castle garden, your skin awash in comforting moonlight, but he writes to you nonetheless in delicate, melancholic cursive. He tells you of the longing you leave deep within his chest; —of the many times his mind has drifted far away to a place you reside alongside him as he flips through books in the castle library.

You imagine he sat down to pen this in the early hours of the morning light, rolling it gently, tying it ever so gracefully with a bright red ribbon that sealed his deepest desires inside. He tells you of the nights he’s spent tossing and turning atop his silken sheets, restless and fitful as he yearns for your sobering warmth. To have you in my arms, he writes, is the sweetest dream of all. And it’s one that he can’t often have, —one that goes by much too fast when it comes around under a blue moon.

Ah, —but those nights are none too average. The flowers in his personally-maintained garden seem to glimmer in the moonlight and sway like graceful dancers in the breeze. He holds you close amongst the flora, under a sky dusted with glittering stars; ones he swears shimmer just for you. The fur of his ears, a tall, proud symbol of his nobility, tickles your cheek when you rest your chin on the crown of his head. Sometimes, you find yourself wondering if you deserve a lover with such a lavish lifestyle; —if all the discontent you fear from both sides of the tracks have valid points laced within their venom.

Your lover soothes your worries down like a cat licking at the staticy fur of its kitten. His angelic touch alights your skin as he whispers words of love and devotion into your ear until the fire inside you has been stoked to heights once thought impossible for your demeanor.

Tighnari slips a de-thorned, ruby red rose just beneath the scarlet ribbon, sending it off to find you.

I vow to you, my darling blossom, that we will meet again before the final petal of this rose has fallen from the stem.

＃ DILUC !! ♡

Pensive Prince Diluc who knows too much and is none too thrilled about stepping into the position of King in less than a year’s time. He was once the prize of his family, the gem of his nation, —a young man everyone thought would make the perfect ruler one day. However, now that the day is fast approaching, it seems like Diluc is in a constant battle with his thoughts and often daydreams about waking up a different person; someone simpler and much less renowned.

When he lies next to you like this, Diluc feels perfectly ordinary. He’s not the soon-to-be King, nor the preppy young Prince of his glory days; —he’s simply yours. And you don’t ask of him things he cannot provide. Your lips feel like sundrops sent from heaven against his neck, peppering along the column of his throat until you capture his mouth in an ardent kiss. He hums ever so softly, a sound that resonates like royal instruments from the back of his throat.

“Y/n,” he breathes when you slowly pull away, your forehead coming down to rest against his own.

Somehow, you know the next words falling from his tongue will be apologies for things you’ve seldom concerned yourself with. His propensity for shouldering the blame of generations that came long before him is much too great a burden to bear, even for a young man of his valiant strength. Thus, you’ve vowed (in silence, of course) to shoulder that burden with him, if only from the shadows.

You’re quite used to darkness, after all. . . It’s here that he meets with you under the humble moon, stealing kisses from your supple lips.

“Don’t,” you say softly, in a voice just above a whisper, “—there’s nothing to say sorry for.”

Ah, but you’re so wrong. He knows he should apologize for the very state of affairs as they are, as he sneaks you around like you’re some sort of criminal who swept in from a nearby kingdom to swipe his heart away. He knows he should apologize for all the times he’s passed you by without a second glance, as if you were little more than a stranger when you’d woken up in his bed the very same morning.

Diluc swallows his apology, instead whispering to you something much more profound, something akin to miraculous for such a simple lifetime.

“I love you.”

＃ AYATO !! ♡

Dutiful Prince Ayato who falls for you so deeply between lessons and hours-long studying sessions; seeking refuge in your embrace when his eyes go bleary from the stress. The weight of the kingdom rests heavy on his shoulders, but he braves the storm with a confident smile because he knows no other way. But when his head rests in your lap like this, you like to imagine that behind his sealed eyelids, he’s found some semblance of peace away from all the pressure.

He looks so ethereal, even when signs of exhaustion plague his handsome face.

Your hand matches the curve of his cheek, his brilliant irises coming into view as his eyes peel open to stare up at you lazily. This is the first time in far too long that he’s felt so blissful and calm, as if sinking into you is all it takes to even him out and shelter him away from all the crushing responsibilities of royalty.

Here, with you, there are no expectations that he fears he can’t live up to. There’s nothing to plan for days in advance, careful thinking plaguing every little detail lest he make even the slightest of mistakes. Instead, there’s warmth and freedom, a chance to spread his wings and fly through the late evening sky.

“Love,” he says to you, voice dripping with milk and honey, “I’ll have to walk you to your quarters soon.”

You hum in acknowledgement having known the time for such was fast approaching, yet you make no move to hurry him along. Your fingers card through his hair, prodding softly at his sensitive scalp. It dawns on Ayato then that he much prefers the gentle brush of your fingertips to the frigid graze of any crown.

“You don’t have to come along,” you tell him. “It’s not like I’ll be getting lost.”

He appreciates the joke you make less so because it’s funny and more so because it makes you smile.

Ayato comes anyway, striding through the empty halls. They stretch on for what seems like miles in his lethargic state, suppressing yawns as his heels click against the glossy hardwood. Just inside your room, one of the small spaces offered to the help of the castle, the young prince matches the curve of your cheek to the plane of his hand. He brushes his lips past your own, diluting the urge to pull you in and kiss you with enough passion that it just might sync his heartbeat to your own.

You’d do anything to have him stay the night, but the risk is much too great. It’s better if he returns to his room, —if he keeps his distance for now. You bite your tongue as he bids you goodnight, the taste of him lingering all the same.

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mosticonicbirdcallbracket · 1 year

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bracket reveal & tournament update

folks, we have our bracket!

SO, here’s how it’s going to work:

tumblr has an upload limit for audio files. i want to include audio files so that everyone can participate regardless of how much they already know about bird calls. SO

we’re going to do a rolling release of each match-up for round one. new matches will drop every day 12 pm est, around 6 each day. polls will be 1 week long in order to keep up with releases.

below the cut, i will list each match-up. links will be added to the polls as they post.

thanks again for your submissions & the overall interest in this bracket! i hope we have fun!

MOURNING DOVE vs. WHITE CROWNED SPARROW

COMMON LOON vs. BLACK CAPPED CHICKADEE

ROOSTER vs. SONG SPARROW

FERAL PIGEON vs. NIGHTINGALE

BARN OWL vs. WOOD THRUSH

AMERICAN GOLDFINCH vs. GREAT KISKADEE

WILD TURKEY vs. COMMON GRACKLE

KOOKABURRA vs. ALLEN’S HUMMINGBIRD

AMERICAN CROW vs. BROWN HEADED COWBIRD

GREAT BLUE HERON vs. AMERICAN WOODCOCK

BARRED OWL vs. EASTERN WHIP-POOR-WILL

COMMON RAVEN vs. GRAY CATBIRD

CANADA GOOSE vs. WHITE BELLBIRD

BLUE JAY vs. BLACK PHOEBE

MALLARD DUCK vs. COMMON CUCKOO

RED WINGED BLACKBIRD vs. RUDDY DUCK

#birds #ornithology #bird calls

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charleyharperid · 1 year

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Flamingo

Bullock's oriole (updated 20 Jul '23)

Victoria Crowned Pigeon

Sunbittern

Little auk? (updated 20 Jul '23)

Red-headed barbet?

Scarlet-rumped Tanager

Green broadbill

Violet-backed starling

Great Hornbill

Blue-and-yellow Macaw

Southern Carmine Bee-eater

Atlantic Puffin

Barn Owl

Grey-crowned Crane

Flying Fox (bat)

Epaulet oriole?

Red admiral (butterfly)

Kiwi

Gouldian Finch

Humboldt Penguin

Rufous treepie?

Scarlet Ibis

Woodland kingfisher

Roseate Spoonbill

Green magpie

Buff-bellied hummingbird

Green parrot finch

#charley harper #wings of the world #birds #species identification #suggest corrections in the ask box #questions marks indicate low confidence IDs #this isn't exactly photorealistic y'all

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thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid · 29 days

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Pic for the writing 🤩

He’d expected so form of humiliation from the Night Court. Had known that his role would be played perfectly as it ever was. But he did not know that the raven that flew with the magpies and pigeons still held her talons.

She’d looked more like a wraith with that black dress of ribbons, oh how little he had known before she was curtsying to him with the grace of a cat, offering to take this dance instead of her High Lady.

He noted the raised brow as she waited for his acceptance, knowing it would be a yes, as if she were to have the foresight and not her younger sister. With his own grace he offered his hand, leaning down to kiss the one she put atop it, maintaining eye contact as his lips grazed over each finger in deft light kisses that were unseen from the onlookers.

Soon they were brought up in the sway of the music and he watched as her dress transformed into the iridescent colors that gilded the feathers that could come out of her arms with one too fast twirl with the way the ribbons practically turned to the very feathers he hypothesized she had hidden somewhere.

“How does the Night Court still fair My Lady Nesta?” He asked, perhaps hoping for an upper hand that Rhysand wouldn’t so easily give him. Or perhaps? No, he wouldn’t even think it here. Not even in his own court.

“As it always does My Lord.” Her piercing storm eyes stared up into his amber ones, “And the Autumn Court is as biting as it always seems to be?” She arched a brow with the same ease as he twirled her as far as his long arm could take her.

“As it always is.” He told her with a hungry smile as he pulled her as close as possible, holding her tightly as the music lowered to a near silent decibel even for the fae. “Are you to be a new spy? I do grow rather tired of the other one.” He whispered into the shell of her ear, running a lick of orange flame across her knuckles.

“If I were, why would I tell you My Lord?” Oh, how he knew she was taunting him. He could feel the gaze of her mate as he sent her into another twirl and gave a cold grin in the direction of that bat.

“I would ask what times you’d show in my forests. If I were a betting male, I’d say you’d sooner be more forth coming with that knowledge than the other one.” He had her back pulled to his chest, filling her breath still coming in even pulls.

Hands grasping hips, he sent another tendril of fire to graze up her throat kissing sweet and hot flickers to her jaw and cheek bones creating an elaborate collar of oranges, reds and yellows. That had done something to her cause in the next instance she was swirling her own silver flame through the slits of his shirt, winding around his biceps the way she might her fingers.

“I always win my bets.” Her voice was husky as they flew on the dance floor, they were spinning faster and faster claiming more and more of the floor until they were in the center of the floor. The center of a rosebud in bloom.

“Do you trust me My Lady?” He asked in her ear as the band began its last crescendo. She turned her tempest eyes on him a brow swiping.

“About as far as I can throw you My Lord.” Her tone was biting but he knew she would let him do this.

He tossed her into the air, spinning at a speed that made her dress all but lose the blackness that had be originally shown, a kaleidoscope of purples, blues and greens. He caught her with an ease as if they’d been dancing with solely each other for centuries and not for a dance here and there with these damned balls that Rhysand held.

As her feet landed on the ground, leaning onto him raising her chin for something he could not offer in the public eye, he raised his own chin, grazing hers. And because he was a glutton for punishment, he lit a crown along the top of her head, his flames mingling with her own in one last bid goodbye.

“Till the next time My Lady.” He bowed to her as she curtsied yet again.

“Till next time My Lord.”

#rowan’s art #Rowan’s writing #acotar #nesta archeron #nesta acotar #pro nesta #nesta x eris #neris #eris vanserra #eris acotar #mullet Eris #if it’s wrong grammatically #no it’s not #and I totally didn’t just write this as I was about to post just the picture #I want to read a dejected mating bond between her and cas #and have Eris become Mister steal o #yo girl #let this man become feral for her

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gumclones · 8 months

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pondery/theoretical thoughts on the Fionna and Cake premiere under the cut

my suspicion is that the "cool ice prince" Fionna keeps seeing in her dreams isn't a version of Simon, but is rather a representation of Ice Finn, sort of like Gunter's pigeon dream avatar in Hoots. this isn't really based on anything concrete except that we see that he has blue eyes, which doesn't necessarily mean anything - mainly I just think it'd be really neat!

I'm not sure exactly who or what is responsible for the glitched-out "normal" world that Fionna Campbell is set in! right now I'm dithering between Betty, Simon, or the crown acting autonomously somehow. my spouse pointed out that the glitches are somewhat inconsistent, which leads me to believe that someone is actively maintaining the world, and that in the city gardens there don't seem to be nearly as many glitches.

I'm pretty sure that all the inhabitants of Fionna's world (I hope we get a better name for it 😅) started out as denizens of Ooo, rather than having been born human. I think that whatever force put them there wanted to preserve their personalities, so I think that most of their memories of the human world are translated versions of their actual memories rather than fully fake.

Gary's behavior and demeanor is extremely interesting to me! it's clear that he's still very himself - there's his usage of very precise measurements and his fixation on making candy-I-mean-biscuit people, but he also seems… not all there? most obvious is when Fionna rhetorically asks him how long they've known each other and he says "hmm, I don't know. I guess, like, forever?" but there's also the way he seems to be slow on the uptake at times - when Fionna eats his prototype before he can frost it he stares at where it was for two full seconds before looking up. currently I have a theory that he's acting a little weird because it's really hard to fit him into a normal human world and keep his mind intact! after all, if he's around Fionna's age then he's about 30, which represents less than 4% of his true lifespan. in addition to that, he's got a very atypical childhood and family tree and he's not in the position of authority he's spent the majority of his life in.

another thing that my spouse pointed out is that the fight with the bear comes across as extremely staged, especially in light of Finn openly referring to Simon as "bait" after he catches the mudskipper. currently our guess is that the bear was a shapeshifted Huntress Wizard, especially since Finn encouraging Simon to stab it in the heart is reminiscent of Huntress Wizard trying to get Finn over his aversion to killing in The Wild Hunt.

Finn does the Martin wink and it makes me sad! 😅

I really hope that the gum family show up, because I think they have a lot of interesting commonalities with the situations of almost every character we've been shown so far! I think that the setup of Dirt Beer Guy's tavern could very easily lead to this, since we see Punch Bowl and Crunchy spending time socially with Dirt Beer Guy in the epilogue of Come Along With Me. there's also the possibility of seeing Gary's family, which I'd be thrilled to bits by.

Ellis' expression when Fionna offered him the bagfood broke my heart a little :( on the plus side I love how he's living his purplest life!

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