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f1-birb · 6 months

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I love how A lot of ex McLaren Drivers nasilały adopted Lando and they love him. Lewis, Jenson, Fernando or Mika.

~ Nando adopted him from Daytona 24 onwards. With Daytona he was so impressed with little baby 18yo Lando during the race that he went on to borderline wax poetry, and then Lando was the test/reserve for McLaren and did his apprenticeship in 2018, so when he wasn't racing in F2 he was learning the ins and outs, doing all sorts of jobs from sweeping the garage to making tea, and he learnt a lot from Fernando (probably insane to him since it was Lewis and Nando in 2007 that got him into F1 and McLaren) ~ a little bonus:

EDIT: thanks to an anon for the additional info, these two go further back than I was aware of! Lando was doing his internship at with McLaren as well as doing some test driver duties in 2017. 2018 was when they were in a team for Daytona 24 together and he became McLaren's reserve driver. And even before that, he's known Fernando since he won the WKC in an FA Kart

~ Jenson seemed to love Lando basically from the start, this interview springs to mind in particular, they're both Somerset Boys, and then he seems to have grown more and more endeared. Jenson has usually vouched for Lando for things, and the feeling is clearly mutual too from how at ease Lando is during interviews with JB

~ Lewis was actually a bit of a surprise, but seemed (to me at least) mildly amused by the rookies and Lando, I'm distinctly reminded of Silverstone 2019 and the iconic press conference, but Lewis' fondness for Lando in particular seemed to come after Sochi and then grew from there, and there's been a lot of sweet moments since. There's a few instances over radio, Lewis checked on Lando when he was sick in Barcelona last year and sitting on the floor under an umbrella during the drivers parade, stealing Lando's bucket hat, a few drivers parades this year where we saw the two of them talk to each other for most if not the whole thing

~ I haven't seen too much with Mika and Lando, but I know he's been pretty complimentary about him, and also turned heads when he made the bold claim (at the time) that McLaren will be the ones to challenge Red Bull and then lo and behold Austria and then the upgrades since and here we are

#lando norris #fernando alonso #jenson button #lewis hamilton #updated thanks to a nice anon who had even more knowledge than me on the nando-lando lore #there's also definitely more ex mclaren drivers who love him #i've just answered for the ones you sent me #birb speaks

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kheprriverse · 29 days

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THIS IS WHERE YOUR BANE COMES FROM???

THATS SO COOL???

YEA!!! TY!!

A little background for my username. I usually go by “Kheprrison” which is a play on Khepri, the egyptian god, and -son as a suffix meaning “son of”! The extra r is just there because the name tends to be taken, then I ended up really liking it like that lol. (Some people also connect it to “caprisun” which wasn’t originally intended but is still funny)

But the name “Kheprriverse” was more of a tease by my friends because I have aus of my own ocs, and a LOT of them as well. It eventually turned into jokes about my own “kheprri cinematic universe” then to “the kheprriverse”. Especially after I really started connecting some oc stories together, it really did end up playing out as a whole universe (and then a multiverse).

Official Kheprri lore 👍

#kheprri ask #birb-boyo #funnily enough i was actually planning on explaining what my name meant eventually. its just really funny u sent this to me when i —#— havent even mentioned the intention to explain it yet 😅#some other details. kheprrison was originally also going to be used to rank specific deities in my oc-story #but i dont think its gonna happen anytime soon since i changed up how those deities work #sorry nammanten ur species/rank is slightly less cool because I stole the name 😔

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redwayfarers · 1 year

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Souvenirs

@wayfarer-exchange treat no.8 - @joy-fires‘s Pasha Cenric! Pasha’s a ray of positivity and I love her very much, and I hope you like this little drabble for them <3

There’s a shop in the Artenisian town Pasha finds herself in. It’s a small store, nothing much to speak of, that sells old books and jewelry, as well as statues of the Sentinels. She doesn’t care much for those, but what catches their attention is the small, wooden statue in the far corner, an archer aiming to release their shot.

It’s of wonderful craftsmanship, but it’s not that which has Pasha going for their pack and taking out the crowns. She hasn’t seen Aeran in two years. It’s a long time to be away from a friend and every time she hears a shot of an arrow, she thinks of him. They miss the sound of his laugh, warm in tone just like the wood the little wooden archer is made of.

When they exit the shop, they look in the direction Spire is. Pasha’s fingers tighten around the little statue as they gently place it in the pack, away from things that could potentially harm it. It’s still a few weeks’ worth of travel, but at least Pasha now has something to remind her of her best friend.

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #wayfarer exchange #inspo birb has come to town #pasha cenric #HELLO HI I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD W/ THESE #sat on this idea since you sent me the ask jester #now that it's properly fermented i'm ready to write it down #hope you like it <3

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3amsnek · 2 years

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the ghost of us can linger here

forever not to disappear

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reblogs >> likes

#tw blood #it isnt rly but it kinda looks like it #dragon #dragons #dragon character #character design #my art?#yknow those songs/ parts of songs that are just Brain Pop Rocks? these ten seconds are that #okay more accurately the entire song but like. specifically this one bit #hehe serotonin noise go brrr #i found this song via a t.ma animatic birb sent me and now I have listened almost exclusively to marianas trench for like two months so #that’s a thing #i have never listened to tm.a #and probably never will #but goddamn that fandom has some Insane artists (/v pos)#anyways excellent song Fascinating band i wanted to draw something from it idk #would Highly recommend headphones if anyone does listen to this btw #for full effect not for worrying content #i think I liked the 10 second sketch of this better tbh :/ always less than fun when that happens

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bapydemonprincess · 11 months

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Trying to feed the demonic Birb Sebastian something you'd feed a regular earth birb like

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#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #birb!sebastian #fun fact my friend on fb messenger sent me this video and I'm still recovering from high pitched cackling in walmart from it #And then I got this idea

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lionydoorin · 2 years

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ma your art....

AGDJDJFSJDJDHSKSB STOPP 😳😭😭😭

i just do some scribbles n sometime they turn out nice ..

#also the meme u sent ?#literally me whenever u post anything #now but in all seriousness. thank u so much 🤧❤️❤️#ask #el fandom birb

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mencnfire · 1 year

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❛ what makes you think i’m going to help you? ❜ - for Kaz <3

🐝 * ― 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

as rare as it is to see it - kazuhira's glasses sit not on the bridge of his nose but instead between his fingers; grey eyes still on the SOLDIER, pressed between lids reactive to the sun.

"you're here, aren't you?" he clicks his crutch against the ground, gives roche a once over. he's got good form, blade looks a little weak but what did kazuhira know? the bike, of course, stands silently humming near-by. ready for a quick get-away - as if kazuhira will chase. funny thought. "you made the effort to come...that to me, shows interest."

perhaps he's an optimist. perhaps he's blinded by his rage for the shinra. regardless, the blonde shifts his eyes to roche - takes a step close enough to bridge the gap between them, intrudes upon personal space so's he can get more of a look at roche and less at the blurs that make him the man he is.

up close, he can see the long hair, the bright eyes, the expression of a man so desperately shielding a secret that it'd have kazuhira squinting.

"so what will it be, Casdellus? you hear me out...or you call your boys and get me arrested" his words aren't spoken without strength, kazuhira unafraid in the face of a potential enemy ( even if the possible consequences would have a sweat form upon his brow ) "hell, perhaps this time they'll spare me my arm and my leg."

#(answered)#km | ask | ive sent my heart away like heroes in the rain #OH thats the good cush love ya friend #i hope you're doing well <3 a lil birb told me u wanna play some er sometime :eyes:

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amethystfairy1 · 4 months

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✨Hello hello!✨

I'm Amethyst (she/her), and I'm your local fanfic gremlin. I've written a lot for a lot of fandoms, right now I am caught in the Hermit/Traffic/Empires brainrot, and if that's how you've ended up here, welcome welcome!

Right now, I have two WIP AUs!

Through the Sky-Blue Cracks 🌤️

My Hot Guy/Cute Guy, Over-City/Under-City AU that has a lot more going on in it now, it's grown pretty big and is organized in chronological order, not by publishing order, so I write up and down on the timeline filling in parts and pieces as I go!

TTSBC takes place in a modern/slightly sci-fi AU with superheroes, biotech, secrets to hide, trauma to unpack, and as much humor as I can attempt to fit in as well!

Features the local superheroes crushing on each other, anxious writer meets intrepid reporter, the drama professors who can't keep their hands to themselves, penpals gone wild, resident middle-aged married couple who happen to be a mobster and a mad genius, the local cottagecore lesbians, bad boy butterfly and cat lady, protective big sister, Zom-Mom and Sentient Glowstick, a very tired Guy-in-the-Chair with a permanent headache, and more yet to be added! I've got lots of plans left for this AU, so if you're interested, please come check it out!

Tags for the AU are:

#through the sky blue cracks

#ttsbc au

#ttsbc ficlets

Traveling Thieves 🪽

My dark fantasy AU! This one has some heavy themes going on, so I'd encourage reading the tags carefully before jumping in! I'm very proud of how it is turning out, dealing with breaking out conditioned headspaces, survival in a sick system, negotiating power imbalance, the power of friendship (no, really), and of course we've got elves, mercenaries, magic, swords, sorcery, rogues, redstone, and lots more fun stuff like that! Also lots of adorable birbs, one traumatized fiery boy, a mer with an attitude, a good doggo, and hurt/comfort galore! Giving everyone a chance to believe that they've all got a shot at getting lucky.

Tags for the AU are:

#traveling thieves au

#traveling thieves ficlets

Amethysts Scribbling Corner 📝

A little side project of mine to try and stretch my writing style!

Once in awhile, I will be running a poll with prompts that have been sent in via reblogs, replies, asks, and messages! Please send some in if you have any ideas!

Whatever prompt wins the poll, I will write and add to the series!

They can be as broad as a simple one-word prompt, or you can even give a brief description of a couple of sentences! Last thing: Feel free to request where you want the fic to take place! Especially when we're talking Hermit/Traffic/Empires stuff, if you want it to be within the Minecraft server world of that specific series, within a certain one of the Life Series, a modern AU, a fantasy AU, or even TTSBC or Traveling Thieves if you have ideas for them! Just know that if anything requested for TTSBC or Traveling Thieves contradicts or maybe overlaps with any future plans for those AUs, I might not be able to accept them 😓

As far as rules go...I do not write NSFW. I am happy to write romance and let things get a little spicy 🔥 but keep in mind I'll always end up fading to black...also no heavy gore, violence, body horror, things of that nature. I am very much a fan of writing whump and hurt/comfort though, so please send those ideas my way!

Tags for the series are:

#amethysts scribbling corner

I think that's all that going on with me right now...so yeah! I use this blog for my scribbling corner prompts as well as asks about any of my AUs or writing projects! I love getting the chance to ramble about my worldbuilding, so by all means, give me an excuse and I will make entire posts about that sort of thing!

Thanks for coming by! 💖

#intro post #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #hermitcraft #traffic smp #through the sky blue cracks #hermitshipping #worldbuilding #trafficshipping #life series #empires smp #traveling thieves au #amethysts scribbling corner

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xiaoscarasimp · 3 months

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Horny Drabble 3-Take Me By My Wings

This was requested by a friend of mine

Fun fact: tried to take birb mating behaviors into consideration while writing this

CS: AFAB! reader birdgirl! reader, mild dub-con on both sides, doggy style, fingering, pet names, corruption kink (slight) (I prob missed something tbh)

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To him, you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Between your raven black wings that sprouted flawlessly from your back, to the way your eyes lit up when talking about something that you had found recently, it was all so alluring to him. All he wanted to do was corrupt you, to make your eyes light up with lust instead, to make those wings flutter with pleasure. All he had to do was get close enough to him so that you’d let him inside that tiny cage of a world you dearly called “yours.”

Your perfect wings were splayed out behind you while your friend, Scaramouche, stroked them gently. The motions sent tingles down your spine and through your groin, although you weren't sure what they meant yet. He kept murmuring about how soft they were and how much he'd want to stroke them forever. Scaramouche sits you upright to explore your wings even more, stroking the outside gently.

“You really do have the best wings,” He breathed into your back. His hands leave your wings and grab onto your hips and thumbs start rubbing circles on your lower back. You tried to jerk away from the unknown sensation but his strong hands kept you in place.

Hia hands move along your back, rubbing and kneading at your skin. For some reason, a weird sound came out of your mouth, and you covered it to make sure no more embarrassing sounds came out. Smirking, Scaramouche removes your hand from your mouth and you try to bite your tongue a bit to prevent any more moans from slipping past your lips.

“Just let it out, my little bird,” He cooed in your ear. Your face was turning redder and redder by the second. While you weren't sure what these tingles along your spine were, they weren't unpleasant.

Scaramouche’s hands reach around, one to start groping your breast and the other wraps around your waist and fingers trail down towards your now damp pussy. A little whimper left your lips as he massaged your breast, playing with the fleshy mound through your bra. His fingers traced the outline that was your nipple. His other hand played with your folds through your wet panties.

“S-Scara.” You let his name slip past your lips. “I-It feels weird. What are you d-doing to me?”

“Hush, my chick.” He rubs circles in your crotch, soaking your panties even further. “Just let me take care of you. It doesn't hurt does it?”

You shook your head, although you weren't sure what to make of the sensations. The groomed wings on your back start to flutter, ruffling the feathers against the raven haired man as they did; it felt like you had no control of your body. As he rubbed tighter and tighter circles against your clit, you felt your body tense up, a coil forming in your stomach. You turn your head to face him and stare briefly at his lush lips before planting little pecks at them. Scaramouche returned the favor by grabbing your head and grabbing your hair to hold you there to deepen the kiss by nipping at your bottom lip. Dissatisfied with a few nips, he thrust his tongue into your mouth; he wanted to taste you.

It was like your world had lit on fire. The taste of him on your lips was almost too much. But the taste of him in your mouth was too much. You unconsciously grind yourself against his long, delicate fingers and before long the coil in your stomach starts to come undone. Your wings flutter and flutter and tense up before finally releasing as you cum on his fingers. As you came, some feathers had exploded from your wings.

“Oh, done already, are we?” He smirks; he wasn't done yet.

Feathers had spread in a circle all around you and the feathers that were still in your wings were frayed. Scaramouches hands go straight to your panties and manage to slip them off in one swoop, leaving your heated pussy exposed to the cold air. You whine as the cold air hits it, wishing for it to be warm.

Scaramouches' cat-like grin grew even wider as the noises you were making. His hands leave you and start running up and down your spine. Your already over-stimulated nervous system lit up in almost painful fireworks. You remembered someone telling you never let someone rub your back unless you were close to them, but that warning was in the back of your mind; all you could think about was how the tingles went from your spine to your crotch.

“S-scara,” you lewdly moan. “No, not t-there.” At this point, you were a stuttering, babbling mess. Eyes half lidded with lust, you turn your entire body around and pull him in closer to you with your wings. Your body was moving in its own, pushing him down to the ground while your wings enveloped him. Scaramouche's trapped hands try to stroke your spine even more, but the cocoon was too tight.

You started grinding on his clothed erection, desperate to soothe the itching down there. Desperate to feel inside of you, he tries his best to try and get free to pull down his pants, but ultimately, something in your brian snaps and pulls them down for him. There was a lewd expression on your face, one of lust and want but also a tad of teasing in the mix as well. Once Scaramouche’s underwear slips past his leaking cock, a curious expression came across your face,

Feeling a bit nice, you decided to loosen the cocoon a bit, allowing yourself freedom to explore his body. You tried to pinch it in between your fingers along with trying to stroke the slit. Each inexperienced movement with your hands had him moaning. Your clumsy, trembling hands worked their way down the shaft and cup the two round balls at the base, Scaramouches moans reaching a high pitch.

“H-Hey,” Scaramouche managed to slip out. “Thought this was your f-first ti-” He was cut off by you roughly kissing him, tongue thrusting in his mouth, although it wasn't like you could hear him through your fever pitch lust.

“Shut up,” you growled in his mouth; the vibrations sent him reeling. After a few moments, you release him long enough to climb on all fours, shaking your wet pussy in his face.

“Hurry up and take me.”

He didn't need a second invitation. Scaramouche stood up and aligned his cock with your needy hole and plunged deep inside. You whimpered at the sudden fullness, a sound that was music to his ears. He stroked your back, hands making their way up to your sensitive wings. A little tug on the base sent your senses reeling, fireworks of pleasure lighting up your brain.

He started thrusting once you had adjusted, hitting that just right spot deep inside of you. You fall over because your arms couldn't support you any longer, leaving your face pressed against the floor. The view of your wings splayed out beside you, ass shaking with each thrust almost made him cum immediately after entering you. His thrusts start to get sloppy and the grasp on your wings gets tighter and tight before eventually you clench so hard on his cock that you milk him dry before cumming yourself.

“Was that good, my little bird?” He asked, dick still deep inside you, preventing any from spilling out

You nodded, clearly spent. Wings drooped beside you, exhausted from earlier orgasms. He strokes your wings once more, whispering in your ears you'll be begging to do that again soon.

#genshin smut #scaramouche x reader #bird girl reader #genshin impact #genshin #fanfic

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f1-birb · 1 year

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i know we have been admiring the curls a lot lately BUT i don't feel like anyone has been appreciating the curls in the jet photos. ending up disheveled in the most beautiful way!!!!

THE CURLS THIS PAST WEEK!!!

he must have watched a video or two or something to get them looking that good while he should've been dying with his food poisoning because then they continued looking GOOD AS FUCK

Even after DNF'ing and flying a damn plane!!!

EVEN WHEN THEY'RE WET THEY LOOK GOOD?!?!

blep Lando is my new favourite btw

#lando norris #baby boy #THE CURLS #they have sent me feral all week #also cannot forget to tag #his pointy little ears #no right looking this good wtf #i hate him (affectionate)#birb speaks

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hisui-dreamer · 8 months

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unspoken pleas and hidden confessions

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader, Floyd Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: you could only watch as he slowly faded away, your feelings never to be spoken

Tags: angst, farewells, comfort(?), unrequited feelings, open ending(?)

Word count: 1.1k+

Notes: @dove-da-birb @leonistic the angst fic that we talked about a while ago hehe, hope this hurts good!

heavily inspired by this song!

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A hushed ambience envelops the platform, the station's lights above casting a soft radiance. Nighttime has unfurled its dark cloak, with only several sources of light breaking up the darkness.

The sky is remarkably clear tonight, and if it were any other night you would have found yourself knocking on Jade's door, excited to go stargazing with him. You'd revel in his patient explanations of constellations, savouring his descriptive narratives of the celestial wonders above.

But tonight is different.

Jade had always been interested in academics, while you and Floyd had revelled in your outdoor adventures. It was only a matter of time before he would leave to pursue new horizons.

You just wish that time wasn't now.

"Don't make that face now, I'd much rather be sent off by one of your smiles," his voice a tender caress only intensifies the ache in your heart.

For as intelligent and astute of a man he is, could he really not tell what your feelings were for him? Or maybe, he understood but deliberately ignored them in hopes they'd die down.

'Don't go,' you plead in your mind. 'Please don't leave me,'

A tear forms at the edge of your eyelashes, and you take a slow, steadying breath, willing the tear to retreat. It clings to your lashes for a moment, before you blink it away like a fleeting memory. A simple smile curves your lips as you manage, "I'll miss you."

"You'll be alright, my dear," he reassures you, though you don't feel yourself feeling any better. "You still have Floyd by your side, and remember, I'm just a phone call away."

The train's soft hum grows more insistent, a reminder that time is slipping away. You wish you could freeze this moment, and hold onto it a little longer, but the sparkle of excitement in his eyes is enough for you to cease your selfish desires.

"Take care, Jade," you begin, your voice quivering as you choose your words carefully, pulling him into an embrace. "Remember to eat your meals, okay? Don't lose track of time while engrossed in your experiments, and don't sacrifice sleep for the allure of an interesting book..."

'... because I can't be there for you anymore.' you think to yourself, the courage to voice them slipping through your fingers like sand.

'I love you.'

As he rests within the embrace of your arms, a torrent of memories cascades floods your mind–the laughter shared, the secrets exchanged, the countless hours spent in each other's company. For a fleeting second, you dare to believe in the possibility of more. Your heart swells like a dammed river eager to breach its confines. The love you've harboured, veiled by friendship's guise, yearns to be unshackled.

But you won't let it.

Instead, you immerse yourself in the embrace of his proximity, each heartbeat a symphony of shared warmth. His breath dances upon your skin, a gentle caress that sets your senses ablaze. His arms, a protective fortress, encircle you. You will this moment to linger, to engrain itself into your very being, a memory to be etched in the deepest corners of your heart.

Reluctantly, you release your embrace, allowing him the space he needs to step onto the waiting train. His footsteps echo with the finality of departure, each beat echoing in your chest. As he turns to face you one last time, his eyes hold a mixture of excitement and nostalgia, mirroring your own feelings.

"I will. And take care of yourself too," he says. "Help keep Floyd in check for me."

The corners of your eyes begin to glisten, yet you muster the strength to hold them back. A bittersweet smile dances on your lips as you nod, your voice catching in your throat, and you manage to muster a whisper, "I promise."

With a soft hiss, the doors to the train slide shut. He stands on the other side, his hand raised in a farewell wave, a soft smile gracing his lips. As you watch, a pang of longing settles heavily within your chest, a weight that seems to anchor you to the platform.

The train begins to inch forward as the rhythmic chug of the locomotive reverberates through the air, each beat echoing in your ears as if finalizing your farewell. The night enfolds the retreating train, its darkness swallowing the scene until only the faint glimmer of taillights remains visible, a distant star in the night sky. The world around you seems to shrink, encapsulating only the train, the tracks, and the fading echoes of his presence.

'Goodbye.'

A shiver runs down your spine as the weight of his absence settles in-- you would no longer find Jade right next door. The days you've spent laughing and studying together are long gone.

Your defences falter, and the tears you've been holding back finally break free. They glide down your cheeks, tracing the paths of memories and unspoken words, falling freely as a testament to the depth of your feelings. The weight of his absence bears down on your shoulders, threatening to crush you under its immense burden. Your knees buckle beneath you, unable to support the weight of your sorrow.

Just as you feel yourself about to collapse, a strong hand grabs hold of your arm, steadying you. Startled, you look up to see Floyd, standing beside you with a look of concern etched across his face.

"Floyd..." you manage to choke out his name, your voice thick with emotion.

He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, offering you the comfort and support you so desperately need in this moment of despair. His presence, though not the one you long for, is a lifeline in the sea of grief threatening to engulf you.

"It's real dark tonight... I wouldn't let my Shrimpy walk home alone," he states softly, his tone carrying a mix of concern and affection. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he gently wipes away the trails of tears.

You blink at his sudden presence, though you manage a thankful smile, "Thanks, Floyd. You're a great friend."

A fleeting pause in his movements, a glimmer of something profound flickers in his eyes. "Yeah..." he mutters, a deeper emotion shadowing his words. "Let's head back."

His fingers curl around yours, leading you along. The streets are hushed, serenaded by the distant chorus of crickets. The path you tread upon holds the echoes of countless summers, laughter, and precious memories.

Without warning, Floyd's steps come to a halt, his attention drawn skyward, where the moon hangs like a luminous jewel in the velvet tapestry of the night. His face is bathed in the gentle glow of the moon, its luminous touch painting his features with a dreamlike softness.

His words escape in a soft exhale, a whisper woven with a hint of wistfulness. "The moon sure is pretty tonight," he murmurs, a hint of yearning in his voice.

Your gaze follows his, taking in the pale, full moon. Its glow is full and inviting, making you feel a little lighter.

"It really is, huh?"

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if you liked this post, don't forget to reblog!

#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland jade #jade leech #jade leech x reader #twisted wonderland floyd #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

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victoriadallonfan · 3 months

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- Breaking 14.10

I know this is an incredibly tense situation, but god this is so fucking funny.

It’s like peak sibling behavior. One sibling shares a factoid, the other sibling mishears it and keeps it locked away for *years*, silently judging and waiting to use it, and it’s just so perfect.

I wish we had gotten more of them as sisters in Worm, before Amy fucks it all up. At least we get the middle school flashback in arc 19

Also, this sent me on a science rabbit hole where I found out humanity really messed with birds in outer space. Poor little birbs :(

(It seems Victoria and Amy both misremembered. Most birds need gravity to move food to the digestive tract, but they can ‘swallow’ food (edit: but not water), though it seems more difficult while in flight and may mess with muscle contractions which leads to choking hazards. However, they also showed a lack of appetite while experiencing zero-g gravity, possibly on account of disorientation/fright. So yes, don’t bring birds into space shuttles is the correct take overall)

#science bitch #birds #birds in space #parahumans #wildbow #ward #ward web serial #victoria dallon #wardblr #antares #glory girl #amy dallon #panacea #red queen

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moodymisty · 7 months

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Long time listener, first time caller (so to speak XD) and I’m absolutely ADORING the Primarch content so why not officially throw my hat into the prompt-making ring??? My brain worm of the day is something in the same vein (haha blood puns) of Sanguinius’ where there gets to be a private more relaxed moment. Prying our dear Primarch away from his work for just a few precious minutes, maybe longer if it can be managed, to calm tf down for a bit. These guys are overworked to hell, they could all use some TLC let’s be so fr rn. I couldn’t nail down exactly who to pick but I did narrow it down to a top three, Dorn, Rob, and Magnus. Those three I think are the ones most likely to literally pass out at their desks (impressive given their demigod status but I’m sure they’d fuckin manage to somehow XD). Idk if there’s much to really be done with this idea I’m just in my “let these guys be human for 4 seconds plz” feelings again 😭

As always love your writing, Misty! Have fun, no rush, no pressure ❤️❤️❤️

(P.S. Plz tell your cutie chaos birb all us readers say “hi!!!!” XD)

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: So you sent this in and then I just kinda blacked out and when I came to I had this in my drafts. Enjoy.

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Summary: Dorn takes a moment of respite during a particularly frigid night on Inwit.

Relationships: Rogal Dorn/Fem!Reader (no pronouns are used tho it's just the vibe if you know what I mean)

Warnings: General 40kness so mentions of war death etc, Dorn being pretty emotionally stoic, Me worldbuilding too much

Word Count: 1567

Inwit is cold.

Dorn had told you this as the Eternal Crusader moved to finishing mooring on the frozen planet, and you'd nodded in understanding. You lack the convenience of sealed Astartes armor, the cushion of air heated thanks to their unusually hot body temperature.

You knew already that Dorn's homeworld was an ice planet, so you didn't quite understand why he was telling you again.

What Dorn seemed to not specify however, was just how cold.

Your bed is covered in four different pelts, and you're still freezing. You have a blanket just for your feet, and they still feel like they're going to fall right off. At least during the day, you had an outer layer of clothing made of thick fabrics, in a design and shape more than likely traditional to Inwit. You assume Dorn had it requisitioned for you, but he mentioned nothing of it other than sparing a glance in your direction when he first saw you in it.

But now that outer layer lays on the trunk at the foot of the bed, and you're seriously considering attempting to sleep in it.

You know it's snowing outside, it always is, the fresh white layer of snow reflecting the light of the moon and illuminating more than what could be seen on a warmer planet at night. You can see more snowflakes fluttering downward, hitting the icy window. Your teeth feel like they are going to clatter right out of your mouth.

Inwit is cold.

And because of it you haven't been able to sleep, merely lay in bed trying to distract yourself enough to maybe drift off.

It would be better if Dorn was here; His body runs so hot you probably would've been able to leech the heat right from him and perhaps get a few moments of rest.

But Dorn is still tirelessly planning, as rarely does the man ever indulge in rest. He'll often times take on the the extra work to let you, one of the few silent ways to tell you he cares about you. Now is one of those times you so desperately wished he wouldn't do that and just join you before you actually froze to death.

Giving in you lean upward and kick your feet outward, sliding off the massive bed and hauling one of the smaller pelts with you. Your hands pull it tight over your shoulders, while slipping on your shoes. Without them just putting your feet on the floor felt like they were stepping on a solid block of ice.

You know Dorn is still at work in the messy workshop he uses as his personal room. If he won't come to you, then you'll come to him.

It's less cold now that you're on your feet and your blood is pumping, leaving the private quarters and walking into the hall. It's late, so it's largely empty apart from the occasional serf at work. You quickly pass by and keep walking until you find the door down at the far end of the hall. One of many in this maze of a building. You'd call it less so a palace, and more so a fortress.

You open the door and gently close it behind you, looking through the dim lighting across the room. You can see Dorn's outline as he sits planted at that massive desk. He's leaning against his hand, elbow seated firmly against the top of the desk. His hand doesn't even seem to be writing, and for a moment, you almost think he's asleep until he turns to you.

"What are you doing here?" You tug the pelt tighter around your shoulders and try to stifle a shiver.

"I couldn't sleep. Shivering too much." Dorn's face is just as stoic as always, though it softens just the tiniest at you admittance of discomfort.

"You will get used to it soon enough." You sincerely hope you do, because you're not sure how long you'd be able to stand this if you weren't.

Rubbing your hands together you swear you can see your breath, even in a room being warmed by a large but waning fire. Keeping fires blazing nonstop is considered wasteful by many natives of Inwit, given the scarcity of materials. It may be easier now given the ability to import, but Inwit being a Ice World will always remain. Life will never be truly easy. Not even close.

Trying to hold back a shiver you walk closer to him, watching his eyes glance to you for a moment. He's paying attention to what you're doing, even as you slip underneath his arm. You twist and turn until you sit across his thighs, leaning back against his arm as you look over his desk.

There's blueprints on them; Rough ones, scattered with various small notes and adjustments for a future draft.

"What are these for?" You don't really expect an answer, but Dorn does actually surprise you with one.

"Another wing for the Imperial Palace." You hum, looking over the mess of lines as your legs drape over his own. They only make basic sense to you, learning by sight in situations much like this.

His free hand lowers off the desk to cup the side of your thigh instead of leaning his jaw on it, keeping you from sliding off of his lap. It also holds your pelt blanket closer to you, keeping you trapped in a small pocket of warm air. Thankfully he isn't wearing his armor, so you can actually feel the heat of his body against you.

"You should go back to bed." You press harder against his chest as if worried he'll remove you as he continues to plot out rough measurements and structural supports.

"You aren't there." Dorn draws a singular line from one drafted spire to another, writing something along it.

"I don't need to be." You purse your lips.

Dorn has always been like this. He speaks with such indifference one would think that he doesn't feel anything; You wouldn't blame them for thinking it. You know he does, and quite deeply, but he's been harshly trained over so many years to barricade it so deep within himself that it will never seep out.

Dorn wants you to rely on him, not depend on him. He's formed and molded his legion under the same idea; That you should rely closely on your allies as they're pivotal to your survival, but you should be able to stand just as strong on your own. You shouldn't need him to sleep till morn.

At least, that's what Dorn wants to want. Sometimes he finds himself doubting. You aren't an Astartes; He brought you into a world of demi-gods and giants expecting you to hold your own, but he'll always desire to protect you from it all. You provide him with a tiny shard of glass that reflects back the humanity they're fighting for. That him and his sons had resigned to never being able to see. Sometimes he wants nothing more than to indulge in more moments like this.

Your head lays against his chest, and you divulge in the warmth after spending so long near freezing.

These blueprints span the entire desk and even curl off the edge at one end, with various notes drawn over them. There's so many redraws and revisions that it's hard to tell whats what, you don't even know how he reads them. But you still watch him anyways with hooded eyes.

"Dorn..." He knows what you're going to ask, as his hand stays firm and unyielding on the side of your leg so you don't slide.

"When I am done."

You had come here with the hope to bring him back with you, but now you find yourself trapped here with him; His personal vox making noise from the corner of the desk.

He silently hands you the device, and you begin reading them out while he continues to work.

"Requisition orders got approval, news that the Faithful Servant has been waylaid by a severe technical malfunction," You yawn. "Alexis Polux wishes to speak with you."

You remember that name. He's an extremely competent and surprisingly humble Astartes, from Inwit the same as Dorn. He's apparently recently been made Captain, judging by the honorific attached to his name. You remember speaking to him once. He deserves the title.

"And... Something about the Night Lords. They," You yawn again. "One of their ships drifted towards a battle barge a bit too close for comfort." Dorn doesn't find that surprising. The sons of Konrad enjoy those sorts of intimidation tactics, trying to goad fights and spread unease through even their supposed allies.

Dorn holds on your words waiting for you to continue as his pen slides over the parchment, until he finally looks away from his blueprints for the first time since you entered the room.

You're asleep. Your head is leaning against his chest, and mouth just lightly parted as you breathe. You had completely failed in your attempt to get him away from his work, not that it had a high chance of working to begin with. Dorn watches for a moment before he finally sits down his pen and takes the vox from your loose hands, setting the device back down when he'd taken it from. That same hand returns to you and fixes the pelt you'd brought here, keeping it from falling to the floor.

Picking up his pen again Dorn sighs- and continues to work.

#I'm like so fucking stupid for Dorn it isn't even funny it's kinda just sad at this point #Rogal Dorn x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #Rogal Dorn/Reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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bluiex · 9 months

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I got to pirates smp an hour late and then had to dip before the stream ended nonetheless I was watching Scar's POV and now I'm having Scarian thoughts.

Mostly spoiler free all I really share is a mention of Scar's faction.

-@scitties-enjoyer

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Scar drops the anchor on his boat. It's not much now, but one day he'll have something grand, he's sure of it. He hops down onto the rocky shore and picks his way inland.

In hindsight, maybe a single knife was not the right weapon, but Scar doesn't have anything better. Yet.

Scroll, scroll.. where was- Ah

Scar spends more than a moment reading the piece of paper... 'return to the mainland with the head of the isle's monster for 300 gold'

Yep, that's a good deal. Hopefully.

Unless it's something really vicious in which case, Scar is absolutely being ripped off here. Goddamn inflation.

Again, all he has is a knife.

This is... fine, probably.

Scar can hear Jellie meowing from his ship "I'll be back before you know it!" He reassures his cat.

It takes hours. He scours the island at least twice, with no success.

Then he spots a cave he didn't notice before, stepping in to an animal den of some kind where... a bird creature is goring the wolves.

Yeah this is ... fine actually. Mhm, definitely fine. Definitely not terrifying.

It's even more fine when the creature looks up at the sound of Scar's presence, dark eyes locking with his before it scrambles back in fear, wings braced around itself as if that can possibly protect it from him.

Scar makes a reckless decision, carefully putting his knife down behind himself. He's not completely stupid, if the bird-thing makes a lunge for his knife, he's dead.

Scar had been expecting an animal, not something that had the intelligence of a human. And Scar knows what it feels like to be hunted - or, knew once - so in a moment of uncharacteristic gentleness he's opening his heart to this so-called monster.

"Do you understand me?" Scar asks, softly.

The creature flinches at the sound of his voice. So it's that bad...

"I was sent to bring back your head. But neither of us want that."

The thing curls tighter around itself.

"My name is Scar. If we play our cards right we can get the reward money without you getting hurt."

The bird hisses. Which is progress, in Scar's eyes.

"I know how you feel, I do. If you come with me- if you come aboard my ship, you'll be safer." Scar feels a little faint, thinking of how mercilessly some of the other pirates would no doubt have already slaughtered this bird in Scar's shoes. "You could be my bird! Every pirate needs a bird!"

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It's three days back to the kestrels' tavern base of operations. Or, it should be. It ends up taking Scar around a week, because Grian - the bird creature has a name! - doesn't quite have his sea legs yet so they have to stop at this island and that island and then Grian has to hide from other pirates

.Grian had gotten washed up after they left the cave, and it turns out that he's completely adorable under all that blood and viscera. Scar thinks it's very unfair that he can't just spend hours watching Grian, and instead has to steer his little ship.

Grian spends his time on the boat playing with Jellie, and honestly it warms Scar's heart.

It's one such stop where Grian finally accepts more than the bare minimum of physical contact necessary from Scar. It's particularly cold that night, sleeping under the stars, and Grian huddles up to Scar for warmth, burying his face in Scar's hair.

After that, it's like a switch has been flicked in Grian's brain. He's constantly latched onto Scar's arm, or perched on top of his hats, or his shoulder, asking questions.

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Insert continued falling in love here I've run out of traction. Anyway the quest loophole Scar had *worked* so they do get the reward money

OOOOH BROOO THIS IS SO CUTE. PIRATE SCAR TAKING A CONTRACT TO KILL A CREATURE

And it being birb Grian- AAAAH this is so good Scitties. I love it so VERY MUCH

It takes awhile for Grian to come out of his shell fully and start speaking to Scar- he's started with the physical touch and protectiveness because Scar's his flock now

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #scarian

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edsanon · 1 year

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DO NOT LOOK AT ME I AM JUST AS CONFUSED AS EVERYONE

This popped out of nowhere

But I kinda love it ???

Anyway, PLA au or something I still don’t know-

Some hcs below the cut.

Aizetsu is a Pokémon magnet and I stand by that since I originally hc him being a disney Princess. Put him in the Alabaster Iceland alone for three hours then go back for him and you’ll see him sitting with a giant Garchomp on his lap demanding pets. His shiny Sylveon is his baby, he will sent the world ablaze if something happens to her (she’s so tiny-), same goes for his zorua. Rei likes him, though Aizetsu probably stays near the training grounds. He’d probably enjoy Ingo’s presence.

Urogi would probably just have fun, flying around and sometimes bothering the wardens- especially Liam and Sabi, to play. Sabi is always happy to, and she’s Braviary’s warden so she likes birbs. Liam has shiny rocks. He may also offer piggy back rides to Akari and Rei (mostly Rei since he’s the one to ask). Pokemons don’t like him much though, so he often picks up Aizetsu to lure in a Pokémon.

As for Karaku he’s either with Urogi, getting screamed at by Sekido, annoying Cyllene or the rest of the corps, or he’s near Arezu, which is often the case. She wants to experiment with new hairstyles ? Well Karaku’s there, and he stayed still for several hours while she was experimenting with his hair. For being relaxed he certainly was ! He has a cyndaquil and a Petillil.

Sekido is.. angry. And an electric type Pokémon magnet. Really, he steps outside and suddenly there’s a Pichu latching onto his kimono and won’t let go. Also, due to his blood demon art, Pokemons who evolves with a thunder stone just have to touch him in order to evolve. He’s not well liked in the village, in fact people tends to avoid him (except Ingo because we love Ingo in this house and he’s wonderful) the only thing that they’re thankful for is that he’s the only one to stand up when Kamado is saying bullshit. He’s a Kamado Slander and that’s good for him. I do think Sekido is soft for his brothers, and if his brothers care for someone then he will try to care too, so I’ll let you imagine how he reacts whenever Commander Kamadoo-doo-head forces Rei to do something when he’s sick or wounded.

“What are you doing here ? Shouldn’t you be in the infirmary ?”

“Well..Kamado said-“

“I Heard enough.”

Before grabbing his staff and walking away. You can be sure Urogi and Karaku aren’t far behind wanting to witness an ass whooping while Aizetsu stays near Rei just in case. The only reason that Kamado isn’t dead yet is because Arceus decided to say “fuck it” and the brothers are hurting like hell each time they try to kill someone. They are surviving barely with blood donations, potato mochis, and corpses.

It’s three am, I did not mean to dump hcs like this, but hey, who is gonna read this anyway ? Just enjoy the art.

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