black and silver tips

Wings!Alpha!Tony Fic

So…. I did a thing. No promises as to when this will be updated since I’m still editing Spideypool and am about 8000 words into ThunderIronFrost… but here you go anyway lol. Doesnt take place in MCU timelines.

Obviously I dont have a title yet, so if you guys come up with a good one Ill take it.

“Easy.” Steve murmured and wrapped an arm around Bucky, who hadn’t stopped shaking since the plane had landed in New York. “I promise everything’s going to be fine, alright? The team can’t wait to meet you. They were very excited when I called to say I was bringing you home.”

Bucky swallowed nervously and ducked his head, fear,anxiety,nervous bleeding from him, his wings folded as tight to his body as he could get them. “I dunno, Stevie.” He whispered and Steve extended his wings, settling one over Bucky’s hunched shoulders.

“Trust me. Have I ever led you wrong?”

Bucky shrugged beneath the heavy weight of Steve’s wings, and the blond frowned, his heart breaking all over again for his best friend.

It had been almost an accident, finding Bucky. Sure, Steve had been searching for him for years, but he had been positive that The Winter Soldier had left Hungary after the debacle that was a botched assassination. Instead, as Steve had been doing one last check on the last known hiding place of the Soldier, he had found him.

It had taken weeks of careful therapy, of visits from special doctors, of Steve talking almost non-stop about their past and who they were to each other, trying to break through the Soldiers conditioning. But finally finally one day the Soldiers eyes had opened and it was Bucky staring back at him.

Steve hadn’t wasted anytime calling New York, letting Tony and the rest of the team know that he was bringing Bucky home. Tony had sent a plane for them yesterday and now here they were, the elevator to the Avengers tower shooting towards the top floors where the team lived.

“Everyone’s going to love you.” He promised. “Most of us are Betas and Omegas so don’t worry about walking into a bunch of Alpha pheromones okay? Natasha’s the scariest, but she’s a Beta, and nicer than you think. She was helping me find you.”

Bucky just nodded, and tried to hide further beneath Steve’s wings.

He hardly ever talked at all anymore, and hadn’t opened his mouth more than five times since they had left Germany sometime last night. It was just another thing that made Steve sad– to see Bucky so different from how he used to be. There were no wise cracks or jokes or snappy one liners. No teasing glances and flirty comments, because even though they were both Omegas, back in the day they had spent lots of time in bed together. Of course Bucky had been the big one back then, carefully holding a fragile Steve close to his chest, wrapping his black wings around Steve’s smaller golden ones. It had been special between them, a bond that war and time and life had all but destroyed.

It was all so different now.

Bucky was bigger now, sure, but he was so fragile. Quiet and unsure of everything, hanging his head and hiding his eyes behind his hair. Never spoke unless spoken to first, and his voice had lost that easy Brooklyn accent, now it was just low and soft and hesitant.

His beautiful black wings had silver tips now, razor thin metal sharpened to lethal points on the ends of his primaries. Not to mention the piece of machinery that had replaced his left arm.

No Bucky was barely Bucky anymore, and it made Steve’s heart hurt.

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thisshouldbegayer  asked:

Hi! Is there a post you made about everyone's daemon description? I'd really like to know O: Also i'm bad at searching on people's blog, I apologize if it was obvious... Thank you!


  • kevin’s ONYX (osprey): about as friendly as kevin - their eyes are the same, intense and often unfriendly. she is very beautiful and quite quiet, fidgets with her wings when kevin is anxious. she perches on kevin’s forearm or shoulder, and preens his hair when he’s upset.
  • nicky’s ESME (common marmoset): very talkative and friendly, quite playful and tactile. esme likes to ride around on nicky’s shoulder and use his hair as handholds, and also likes to climb all over him.
  • allison’s ZYDEN (northern goshawk): another bird of prey - he is more fierce than onyx, and his looks meant he was often a subject of photos alongside allison herself. her parents thought her daemon should have been something softer and sweeter, but zyden is very much like allison: beautiful and dangerous
  • dan’s LORIMER (ocelot): a cat amongst the birds of the other girls, lorimer started plenty of fights with zyden and tau before they (and their humans) decided to band together. lorimer is bossy and brave and warm-hearted, with very sharp claws when tested
  • matt’s PIPER (boxer dog): piper is sweet-natured and enthusiastic, and very loyal. only rarely backs down from a fight though. she and sin are as close as neil and matt - complete opposites, but they somehow fit anyway.
  • renee’s TAU (mute swan): exceptionally beautiful, madly protective. tau isn’t talkative, and leaves the sweetness for renee to deal with. attacks with his wings if provoked, and they can break bone. sin doesn’t trust tau at all because he’s so watchful, and doesn’t behave like renee does - he hasn’t changed much from renee’s days as natalie, and sin recognises that.
  • andrew’s AMARANTH (spotted hyena): a huge female hyena from a species known for their matriarchal pack structure. she is affected by andrew’s medication, and doesn’t talk while andrew is high. the animal noises she makes instead are half the reason why people are afraid of andrew. after andrew sobers up she does talk, though it remains rare. her name means ‘the flower that never fades’ and has connotations of fidelity, loyalty and enduring love :)
  • aaron’s CELESTE (spotted hyena): quiet and rarely ventures out of arm’s reach of aaron. she doesn’t have amaranth’s scary rep but is probably worse tempered. she and amaranth are called ‘the twins’ by the other daemons - they’re pack animals, for better or for worse, just like the minyards themselves.
  • nathaniel/neil’s JACINTH/SIN (melanistic fox): black-coated with silver speckling and a white-tipped tail. sin is very strongly opinionated, notable for speaking to other humans - even ones she doesn’t know well - which is unusual amongst daemons. she has even less self-control than neil, reckless and mouthy, and it does get them both in trouble.


Hi my name is Alex Sportscandy Sapphire Aerobics Busybody the Tenth and I have short cobalt blue hair (that’s how I got my name) with silver streaks and black tips and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Magnús Scheving (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Íþróttaálfurinn but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a sports elf but my ears aren’t pointed. I have tanned white skin. I’m also an aerobics champion, and I live in a town called Lazytown where I’m the town nice guy. I’m a hero (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly blue. I love Academy and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a white and blue shirt a with matching vest and blue striped track pants, a hat and tall blue boots. I was wearing dark black eyebrow pencil, mustache wax, white mascara and chapstick. I was walking outside Lazytown. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very sad about. Robert Rotten stared at me. I waved at him.

“Broken” (Chapter Fifteen)

This is a long chapter, pushing 4000 words. We get to meet Phil, get to see Tony go all protective Alpha on his family, and some bonding between the Omegas. Cant wait to hear what you guys all think about it. 


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Bucky didn’t say anything when Pepper slid an extra egg onto his plate, or when she refilled his juice for the fourth time.

He didn’t say anything when she spent three minutes fussing with his hair, or when she literally shoved Sam out of the seat next to him to sit with her legs pressed up against his own and a hand on his thigh.

Really he was getting used to it.

In the three or four days since his heat had broken, no one had left him alone, and Bucky had been trying to just deal with it, knowing all the Omegas on the team knew exactly how hard his heat had been and why and were just trying to help.

Clint had taken to sleeping in their bed, all three of them under one big comforter, with Bucky in the middle. Steve slept at his back since he could heal from any superficial cuts Bucky’s wings gave him, and Clint slept up against his chest, both sets of wings resting over him to keep him warm and safe.

Sam and Natasha spent all their free time with him, and Bucky didn’t hate it. In fact he sort of loved it. After decades of being alone, and months of being afraid, he was finally feeling like he fit into this family. It was still difficult to accept all the physical contact, still off maybe to constantly have someone with him.

But he sort of loved it.

So he didn’t say anything when Pepper jumped up to grab him more toast, or when Steve leaned in close to kiss him, his lips lingering maybe a second or two longer than needed. He didn’t say anything either when Clint did the same thing, or when Sam rolled his eyes at the show of affection before bending to muzzle against Bucky’s neck. Clint patted his back and went to get more food and Bucky settled in for a slow morning with the family, waiting for Tony to come down from his bedroom.

Bucky loved it.

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Mille Fleur

Mille Fleur is a specific color pattern of mottling. The literal translation of Mille Fleur is “thousand flowers." Mille fleur has a base color or red/buff, with each feather containing a black crescent pattern with a silver [white] tip. Adding blue will dilute the black to grey. Addition of the lavender gene dilutes the black to grey and the red/buff to lemon/citron resulting an a color known as porcelain.

Taken In | Yuta hybrid au

My situation was unlike any other one. It was sharp and gently, yet slightly rounded to prevent any crimson slit from forming. It was different from many others, but not outcasted or shunned. It was just different from the norm in our society that’s all.

I still lived my life just the same as everybody else. I still had a home to come back to and friends to surround me with laughter from their antics. I still had someone to love me and hold me. Sure my life was more unique than others around me, but I would never trade it for anything. Even now as I finally made it into the overly large home. My hair was sopping wet and my clothes added an extra 5 pounds of weight to the bundles weighing down my arms into a searing ache.

My shoes were flipped off my feet carelessly and fortunately my socks were the on,y survivor from the cooling and wet assault from outside. I shuffled along the mahogany floors quickly and a sigh released form my rosy lips as the weight was dispensed onto a more durable surface that doubled as our counter. I rubbed my arms before preparing myself for this game of unwinding the plastic bags from another, one at a time.

It wasn’t even five seconds later that not one, not two, but five pairs of footsteps barreled down the hall, getting louder and louder until the footsteps revealed themselves. Two wolves, one bunny, one bear, and one panther sauntered into the kitchen. One wolf stood at a staggering 6'1 with his puppy smile. His russet ears twitched and his eyes disappeared into crescents of delight. His little collar jingled, bouncing the shiny ‘J’ around.

The other wolf had brown locks messily strewn across his forehead, slightly concealing his mischievous and playful mocha eyes that shined with delight. Yuta’s smile grew revealing pearly white teeth as he rounded the corner. His toned arms enveloped me into a warm hug and his nose nuzzled along my neck. His tail wrapped around my leg and his ears twitched at each different scent coming from my body. The fluffy silver fur faded into a rich black at the tip tickled the wet skin making my body squirm out of complete instinct.

A tsk/ scoff filled the space between us. Who the culprit was? The orange bunny of course. His ear stood tall minus the left one flopping down. His caramel eyes stared us down before his nose began to twitch at the heavenly scent surrounding the kitchen. A smile rose to my lips and I carefully and oh so tantalizingly slow pulled out a small rich carrot cake. Doyoung’s eyes widened at the dessert and he immediately dug into it, humming happily. Well until he felt a none-too-gently nudge on the back of his head.

The bunny turned, an icy glare at the culprit with a piece of cake in his mouth. The brown bear was unamused by the bunny, especially his manners. His eyes stared into Doyoung’s not faltering in the slightest. Hansol had his stare set on a Doyoung and his head nodded in my direction. Doyoung sighed and turned to me with a sheepish smile gracing his features. “Thanks for the carrot cake!”

I smiled at him. “No problem Doyoung. It’s the least I can do. After all you all did take me in and treat me like one of your own when I had nowhere to go. And for that I am truly grateful.”

He grinned back at me and continued to enjoy his carrot cake while the only other hybrid in the room began to help put away groceries. His black triangular ears blended in with his equally as dark hair and his long and lean tail flickered behind him. His eyes however were not like his feline body but more Puppy Esk. Each time he turned to garb another thing to put away, the collar he had jingled as the two letter ‘C’ and ’T! Clinked together. Chittaphon was his name, but he preferred Ten as it was shorter and easier to pronounce.

ldquo;Thank you Ten!” I grinned and he returned it.

“No problem y/n! Nobody else was helping and you aren’t able to move right now so I thought I’d do it for you.” He grinned before snatching a cookie and heading out of the kitchen swiftly.

I gathered the plastic bags and attempted to move to the pantry to store them for later. Key word attempted. The wolf had me trapped in his arms, unable to move. A huff left my lips and I tapped his arms softly. “Yuta can you let go please? I need to take these to the pantry and then I need to change our of these wet clothes.”

His nose nuzzled the skin again before he pecked the spot and released his grip on me, allowing me to dispense the bags into the pantry and head upstairs with the affectionate and playful wolf on my heels. He sat himself on the bed do our shared room and watched as my figure darted from one part of the room to another, gathering more things in my hand.

“Okay I’m gonna go take a quick shower. You stay here. I mean it this time Yuta I don’t need another heart attack.” I said eyes watching him as he chuckled at the last time where he practically scared the loving daylights out of me.

My eyes narrowed at him as I stepped backwards towards the shower fire darting inside and locking the door. I turned the water on and threw my rain soaked outfit into the hamper and jumped under the warm water. I quickly washed my hair and face before mentally preparing myself for shaving. I lathered my leg in soap and began the tedious process of shaving.

One down. One to go.’ I thought as I rinsed and lathered the other leg.

It was going well until the sharp sting made a hiss release from my mouth. My eyes caught the little cut as it released blood into the water. I held one finger over it while I quickly and carefully finished shaving. I cautiously wrapped myself in a towel and assessed the damage. I got myself pretty good as it was still bleeding. I pressed a paper towel to the wound and quickly dressed in my underwear, lounge shorts, and one of Yuta’s t-shirts that was way to big for me.

I slowly hobbled out of the bathroom holding the paper towel firmly to the cut. Yuta was laid back on the bed, eyes closed as if he was asleep, but I knew better. His ears gave him away. They twitched at the noise of the door unlocking and opening and my footsteps shuffling into the room quite slow. He opened his eyes and was immediately on his feet once he saw me, wet hair still dropping from my shower, bent down with a tissue on my leg. He quickly jumped up and disappeared out the door before returning with a bandaid.

He gently urged me to sit on the bed as he bandaged my cut before kissing it softly. I smiled at him and he returned it before his eyes flickered to my wet hair. He dashed into the bathroom and grabbed a towel and quickly sat behind me drying my hair gently. Once he was done he moved my hair to the side and kissed my neck before nuzzling his nose into the skin again. I leaned back to him with a hum as his arms wrapped around my figure, keeping me warm and comfortable.

My eyes slipped shut as I turned my body to fit more comfortably with his. My hand searched for his and intertwined our fingers together as his lips pressed to my forehead spreading warmth to the skin. “Thank you for taking care of me.” I whispered to the hybrid before exhaustion caught up and I was out like a light.


Originally posted by yutende

fallen | m

◇ If this is wrong, Woozi doesn’t want to be right.

◇ Woozi x reader

◇ fallenangel!au

◇ i actually kinda like this because nervous jihoon is so cute im emo


When you think of angels, what do you picture in your mind? A kind, loving figure dressed in white, wings of pure light sprouting from their back and a halo of gold hovering over their perfect head? A parent figure, watching over you as you go through your life - a friend, guiding you to choose the right things to do in life?

In reality, angels were the exact opposite.

They were cold, unloving creatures who were appointed to various people in the world. Their personalities helped them to make decisions, leaving no room for bias or understanding - they only dealt with the raw truth, and their emotions were always put behind them.

Which is why Woozi was in so much trouble. The number one rule for angels was to not fall in love. And what did he do? He fell in love.

He knew when he started smiling at every thing you did, he was in trouble. He knew when his stomach started doing a weird flipping thing whenever you smiled, he knew when he laughed at your horrible jokes, he knew when his heart ached every time you cried. He was in trouble.

He remembered the day he had his wings taken away well. The head supervisor, Jin, had realised that Woozi had fallen in love when he failed to fulfill his task (helping you fall in love), and immediately sentenced him to life on earth, clipping his white wings with golden tools that allowed him to sprout pitch black ones, officially proclaiming him a fallen angel.

But, unlike they had hoped, Woozi wasn’t completely miserable on earth. The angels had accidentally sent him down in the same city you were in, landing him in your path. He remembered the first time he had spoken to you, at a bar; the usually stoic man found himself a stuttering, blushing mess, but luckily you seemed to like him, because you asked to see him again, at the same time and place the next day.

Woozi had never looked forward to something more in his life.

You and Woozi became friends quickly. You liked talking to him - he always knew what to do when you had a problem, and he had a way with words that always made you feel better. You liked him.

Soon, not a day went by that Woozi wasn’t at your apartment (after you figured out that he had no place to stay, you instantly let him move in - he was no trouble and didn’t have much, anyway), and he soon knew everything about you.

It was only a matter of time before you figured that there was something strange about Woozi - whether it was the fact that he wore the same clothes, didn’t have a job, or house before he met you, had no friends or family and knew virtually nothing about anything, but you eventually confronted him on what - who - he was.

That was the day you had been shown his wings, feathers of midnight black and tips of shining silver, sprouting from the tan skin on his back and arching into the air. That was the day he revealed his past, and why his future was set in stone. That was the day he confessed he loved you - that was the day you returned his feelings. That was the day you made love for the first time.


“I - I don’t know how to do this,” Wooxi gulps breathily, chest heaving and lips swollen and red. His pale cheeks course with rosiness, embarrassment flushing through his system at his inexperience. “Angels, we don’t - they don’t do this kinda stuff…”

“That’s okay,” you murmur back - one, two, three kisses placed on his soft lips, soft breaths echoing throughout the cold night air. Perhaps, the empty rooftop wasn’t the best place to be at midnight - but it seemed like a good choice an hour ago, fluffy blankets thrown over the cold outdoor couches and the smoggy stars and streetlights illuminating your area. “I’ll teach you.”

He says he has no experience but his hands so naturally trail up your back, grasping at your waist and trying to pull you closer to the growing bulge in his pants, sending shivers down your spine as a hand slips passed your shirt to smooth over your bare skin.

You have no idea how long you sit there, kissing and basking in the presence of each other; by the time you decide to move on, your lips are tight with smiles and your hearts are pounding, cheeks burning and stomachs swarming with butterflies.

“You’re so beautiful,” Woozi marvels with wide eyes as you clamber off of his lap with a giggle, raising your hands above your head to remove your shirt easily, leaving you in a lacey bra that has his mouth watering.

“Not as beautiful as you,” you tease back, climbing back onto his lap a second time to reconnect your lips. All traces of uncertainty and shyness are gone - the kiss is sloppy and excited, smiles blooming against each other’s lips and necks.

Woozi is about to argue back, though a throaty groan interrupts his train of thoughts as you suddenly start to your hips roughly against his - his eyes widen as he experiences sexual pleasure for the first time, his eyebrows furrowing and throwing his head back. His voice is extremely musical, you find, moans and groans and whimpers flowing not unlike music through the empty, chilly air (which is gradually growing hotter).

“F-fuck,” he gasps breathlessly, as he begins to experimentally roll his hips into yours. “O-oh - oh my-”

You know he’s so unbelievably responsive because this is the first time he’s ever experienced any type of sexual pleasure. And that, paired with the fact that he looks so incredible underneath you, makes you excited to continue on.

“Let’s take these off,” you suggest with a pant, sliding back onto his knees and starting to unbutton his shirt, revealing an expanse of pale skin for you to mark. Another time, you think to yourself after you’ve sucked only a few red blotches onto his skin. We’ll have more time for this later.

His pants follow shortly, and then his briefs; and then he’s completely bare underneath you, all pale and flushed and looking every bit of the angel he used to be, pale pink hair brushing over his forehead. And his cock - you almost feel your mouth water - equally as pale, not so long but very thick, sprouting from a bed of dark curls with prominent veins running along the underside. You want to put your mouth on him, you want to send him back to heaven - but with how he’s looking at you, wide eyed and desperate, you figure that he wants to get to the main event as quickly as you do.

You hear him gasp softly as the clasps of your bra are undone, revealing soft and smooth skin - and a glance at his face when you pull down your trousers and panties shows you how excited he must be - his mouth is open in a gape, eyes running over your body as if you would disappear if he didn’t. His dark, soft eyes flicker back to yours. “You really are beautiful.”

You smile bashfully as you sit yourself on his lap, almost moaning at the feeling of his cock bumping against your clit, along with the gentle touch of his hands roaming along your back. “Are you sure you want this?” You feel as if it’s too late to ask, but you want to be sure.

“I was kicked out from heaven because I was so in love with you,” Woozi chuckles, meeting your eyes with a surprisingly mischievous glint, “What do you think?”

You shake your head, a short laugh escaping you. “True,” you agree, as you grasp him in your hand, the feeling of him, so warm and throbbing with need driving you crazy. You hear the tiny grunt he lets out as you rub him along your weeping slit - thank God angels can’t procreate -, and you bite your lip, hiding a grin as you start to inch him in, bit by bit.

His eyes widen, pupils dilated, and his breath catches in his throat at the indescribable pleasure that’s coming from something as simple as being wrapped around by you, your walls velvety and smooth and warm and wet at the same time. “Holy - fuck, you feel s-so good, _____…”

“So do you,” you moan in agreement, your chest rising and falling harshly as you begin to bounce. “So thick, and fucking hot-”

The feeling of him entering you and leaving you has you whimpering loudly, clit grinding against his pelvic bone occasionally as you continue to move. The atmosphere is hot and cold and slow and fast at the same time - the contrast of chilly air against your lewd actions has you shivering in arousal, gulping needily as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. You take a look at Woozi - which is a mistake, if you planned to hold out for any longer:

His head is thrown back, revealing the long slope of his neck, Adam’s Apple bobbing with every laboured gulp he took, his face, sweaty and glowing, contorting with pleasure every time you bottomed out. His hands were locked around your waist, his mouth open in pure pleasure. Fuck.

You can’t form the words to tell him you’re cumming - your throat seems to close as you meet your end, pussy spasming erratically around him as you release your sweet nectar onto his cock. He must feel you tightening and untightening around, because the sensation causes him to cum - his back arches as he lets out a strangled moan - “I love you, fuck-”

And his seed is filling you up, coating your walls with white and making your fingers cling to the back of the outdoor couch desperately.

“Is this what angels are missing out on?” He asks dreamily as you remove him from inside you, using your underwear to clean yourself up - your apartment is only a few floors down, anyway-, and pulling your clothes on with jelly legs and tired arms. “They always tended to look down on humans for having sex and falling in love.”

And as you help him redress, giggling as he places kiss after loving kiss on your lips, resting your head on his shoulder as you walk to your apsrtment, Woozi thinks about how he’s always been told how this is wrong.

He doesn’t think he wants to be right.

Winteriron!Wings!ABO-- Excerpt

I’m sooooo excited for this story you guys!! Won’t be posted until after my Stony Soulmate, but I wanted to share just like the tiniest bit and give you an idea of what kind of fic it’s gonna be!!
The cave was cold.
So cold.
And god everything hurt so badly.

The omega couldn’t open his eyes, his head pounding. Couldn’t hardly breathe, and couldn’t force his wings back far enough to see why his chest felt like it was on fire.

He could taste blood in his mouth, smell it heavy in the air. His hair was matted against his head, and he knew he probably had a head wound, and definitely a concussion.

His wings were shaking, wrapped around him still, but he could feel the cold air moving through the gaps in the usually beautiful feathers, and knew they were badly damaged. His beautiful wings torn up, and he couldn’t remember WHY.

Something about a missile, and a Hum-drum-vee? (Rhodey).

The thought of Rhodey forced the omega to take a deep breath and pry his eyes open, feeling his eyelashes pulling and sticking, and blinked hard until the fog cleared from his vision.

The cave was big, bigger than he expected, and dishearteningly empty. Lights were strung haphazardly around the walls, casting just enough light to see… nothing. There was nothing from wall to wall, and a ceiling that rose higher than he could see.

Wrapping his wings tighter around his body, he hunched his shoulders against the cold, and tried to draw a full breath, wanting to scream when his chest nearly ripped apart.

But he couldn’t look now, not when he hurt this badly, not when his wings were so badly damaged that they refused to fold into his back like they were supposed to.

He was already dizzy from the pain, weak with hunger and exhaustion and his eyes started to fall close again, the pull of unconsciousness almost too much to resist.

Just before his vision went dark, the omega caught sight of a tall figure emerging from the shadows. Huge wings extended from broad shoulders, deep black with silver tips on the feathers. His right hand held a rifle, his left arm looking almost like metal, gleaming in the dim lights.

And above a muzzle that wrapped over his mouth and jaw and up to his ears, pale blue eyes glowed.

The omega bit back a whimper of fear, and didn’t understand why he wanted so badly to reach out for the stranger, why his wings shuddered like they wanted to present.

(No no no no no). He thought, forcing his Omega back, and dropping his eyes to hide his head.

And the stranger with the black wings and blue eyes just watched silently from the corner, keeping watch over his target. Over his mission. Over the Omega known as Tony Stark.

sometimes I feel like I am a growling beast.
red eyes, black fur
silver-tipped teeth of hatred
green ichor running through my blood.
I feel alive with the sensation of tugging;
heart strings,
drawn in breaths,
held in words
like my mind is to be flooded with thoughts
that make no home.
I feel like a sauntering wolf,
all fierce fire and
black-gaited claws that run rampant over
flesh and torn dreams.
I feel like destruction,
loneliness wrapped in fur,
apocalypse written in my bones since the day I was born.
I feel like Fenrir
gripping the edge of the world so tightly in jaws
meant to cry,
swallowing and
all those around me
—  i’m scared to show you the shards in case you bleed. Krys Kazik.

Industrial yet glamorous, old but new. Stainless steel mosaic tile is the perfect backsplash-turned-accent-wall in this glamorous kitchen. Pendant lighting suspended by black pipe mimics cage lights of the industrial-era to add vintage charm.

Yours Mine & Ours

The Butterfly AU:  YOURS, MINE & OURS  

PART 1 - Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Written by “Sakebobomb”
With Korean translations by YoungGeun “George” Sun and Heeyoung Joe

Overview: Choose-your-ending Polyamorous Mystic Messenger AU with both a Male and Female Foreigner MCs already romantically involved with each other.

: MC x MMC, MC x Zen, MMC x Jumin, MC x Saeyoung, MC x Saeran/Ray
Rating: M - Swearing, Adult content, Angst, Ideologically sensitive situations, Polyamory, and other such naughtiness.
Total Length: Unknown - Still writing!
Part Length: 5,984 words 

Part 1 | Part 2 Coming Soon

The sun was beaming down on the two tourists as they explored the streets of Dongdaemun, but a cold sweat had broken on the brow of the young man who had vowed this would be a relaxing vacation for him and his wife. She was rummaging through her small, brown backpack and swearing loudly enough for the surrounding people to stare and whisper uncomfortably.
“This is your fault, you realize.” She said suddenly.
“My fault? How exactly is this my fault?” He countered.
“I don’t know. But I feel like blaming you.”
“That can’t always be your excuse, you know… it gets old after a while.”
“Yeah? So does your face.”
“Chelsey. Seriously?” He dragged an exasperated hand through his curly black hair and sighed deeply. “Can we not do this here?” She chewed on it for a moment before biting her lip. It was the sign that she was agreeing with what he was saying but that she didn’t want to admit it. She continued to rummage as if she were digging for buried nuts, though the results were the same; there was nothing in her bag.
“I just got this phone. It’s not even paid off yet. God! Why can’t anything ever go right?” Her voice was much louder when she was upset and it was almost as if she had no knowledge of that fact.
“Are you sure you had it in your bag? Not in your pocket or something? You’re always glued to that thing…”
“I’m sure, and it’s not, and shut up.” She gave up on the bag and threw a small fit, stomping her foot and dropping her arms almost violently at her sides. “What am I going to do?!”

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Hidden amongst the trees is a legendary creature, cloaked in mystery. His soft, lengthy hair flows from pure silver to pitch black at the tips and glimmers softly in the moonlight that peeks through the canopy.
Such a rare beauty, talked about by many but scarcely seen. What sets him apart is the single, smooth horn that protrudes from the forehead and ends with a neat, sharp point; along with a powerful aura brimming with magic.

He has been around for many years, hunters and predators alike being no match for his cunning mind. Those who seek him are easily misguided and grow lost within his domain, but as time goes on, he’s grown tiresome of the loneliness he feels without another.
And he has sensed a kind soul. One who roams deep within the forest, looking for the rare and unknown with their young, innocent curiousity.

Perhaps you will do.

Ok But what if in the Wings fic

Tony ends up captured in Afghanistan just like in IM1, gets a hole blown in his chest etc. and while he’s fighting to stay alive, Raza keeps taunting him, asking him how he can condemn what they are doing while harboring a team of murderers like the Avengers.

Alpha!Tony of course, defends his team over and over and Raza keeps goading him.

And then Raza says– you even defend that Soldier, the one who killed your parents? Oh you didn’t know about that? Everyone else does–

And proceeds to show Tony the video like Zemo did– the road and the car crash and an unidentified soldier murdering them– except Tony can see the gleaming silver of a left arm, and recognizes those pure black wings with the sharp silver tipped feathers–

He had spent the night with Bucky just before he left, their very first time together as Alpha and Omega and had assured Bucky that his metal arm didn’t disgust him and that he wasn’t frightened by the sharp feathers—

And then he has this Terrible moment where he has to wonder if Steve knew, and brought Bucky home anyway.

yasmin611jm  asked:

Hi, I'm a new monsta x fan literally it's been nearly two weeks and counting, I'm trying to find my bias in monsta x but I'm struggling so much 😭🙈 I'm torn between kihyung and I'M but then other members snatch my attention towards them 😭😭💜💚💙 please can you send me pictures of them each so I can distinguish them apart and who they are outside of mv becuase they are fine as hell on camera 👀👀👀 but once I know then outside music videos it'll be so much more simpler Thank you once again x

Omg this is such a cute ask! Thanks for sending it, and welcome to the fandom!

I want to say bias I.M because I.M is my own bias and I love him a lot a lot a lot but I understand the indecision. All the members are so handsome and charming and amazing that you’ll find your heart swaying a lot :D

I’m going to include pics from previous eras too, since you’ll probably watch some of Monsta X’s old shows :) A rather current group picture is below:

Left to right: Hyungwon, Minhyuk, Kihyun, I.M, Shownu, Wonho, Jooheon

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I was surprised how many people liked the sword I had at PAX East because it’s not actually the black knight sword (and for all you complainers out there, that’s why it’s too short XD)! It’s a cheap plastic sword I modified in a couple hours, when I realized I didn’t have time to make a sword from scratch. I intend to make some of the black knight weapons from the game for a future convention.

Anyway, here’s a general overview of the steps I took:

1) I used black worbla to change the overall shape of the sword, for example extending the cross guard to look more like the black knight sword. Worbla doesn’t stick to hard plastic very well, so I used a bit of hot glue for extra security (E6000 is probably better, but I was short on time and the next step secures everything in place anyway). Card board or foam would also work for this step.

2) Apoxie sculpt, apoxie sculpt, and more apoxie sculpt. And just in case that wasn’t enough, a bit more apoxie sculpt. This stuff adheres very well to hard plastic so you can use it to fill seams between the worbla and the base sword, add details, and enhance existing details. Detail spam away for more impressive results. (Random tip - if you want to sculpt both sides at the same time, suspend the sword between two tall containers, like i did in the picture. Then you can just rotate it to access both sides.)

3) Prime and paint your sword like you would any other prop. I found auto body primer adheres well to the hard plastic. Then I used the same paint scheme as the armor - metallic black spray paint with hand painted silver accents.