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Father Illustrates Animals to Teach His Son The Alphabet 

Web designer Kyson Dana is using his superb illustration skills to compose a set of beautiful mixed media images of animals to teach his son the alphabet. The project began as a competition against his friend Jeffrey Smith, also an illustrator, to complete a sketch daily and post it on Instagram by midnight. After 26 days, the results were a set of impressive illustrations, which intertwined the medium of art and education beautifully. 

ok so a few months after all the avengers move in to the tower, its around the end of May, and Nat just disappears for a whole weekend. No one really questions it, they figure she’s off doing spy stuff, and when she comes back in a terrible mood no one pushes it.

A year later, it happens again. End of May, Nat leaves for a whole weekend with no word of warning. However, when she comes back, she’s in a much better mood than the last year. No one even realises that it’s the same weekend, so they don’t comment.

The next year, it happens again, and Clint starts to pick up on the pattern.He doesn’t want to mention it to the team, but he presses Coulson for Nats file, to see if this is an important date at all. Nothing comes up, and he’s too afraid to ask her outright. When she comes back, she’s humming a pop song that none of them have ever heard.

The next year, Wanda and Pietro have moved in the tower following the events of Sokovia and Ultron. It’s the same weekend, near the end of may, and on Friday morning the team wake up to find not only Nat gone but the twins as well. Everyone is suspicious, but when the team comes down on Monday morning to find the three of them sitting at the breakfast table, Nat gives everyone a look that stops all questions before Tony can even open his mouth. The twins are, unbelievably, in a worse mood. Clint wonders why Nat seems to take herself on a torture weekend every year, and why the twins have decided to tag along.

The next year, Bucky has been living in  the tower for about six months,when Nats disappearance weekend comes around. Clint is determined to find out where she goes, and this year not only the Twins but Bucky goes too. Stark had placed a tracker in Buckys arm, and Clint, Steve and Tony follow them to a dingy bar downtown. When they enter, they find the bar packed full of people singing Europop, and Nat, Bucky and the twins are no exception. Tony, Clint and Steve make a hasty retreat, knowing that they have crossed a serious line.

On that monday morning, Clint goes into the kitchen to find Nat is the sole occupant. Before he can say anything, Nat looks at him, and whispers ‘If you tell anyone about the weekend, I will make sure no one ever finds your body.’
To which Clint can only reply, ‘So… Eurovision, huh?’


“Stay Safe, My Baby”

It was time for Fleese to venture out on his own for the first time. He was going to travel the world, visiting other Flights’ homes, meeting new dragons. He couldn’t have been more excited.

His mother, on the other hand, was not. Cadaan was terrified for her gentle son. Of losing him. He was her last remaining of three boys– the other two had left her for the Flamecaller.

And did he have to leave in the rain?

“Wait, Fleese.”

Fleese turned back from the entrance of the cave to find his mother emerging from the darker depths, a hurt look etched on her face. He faltered, his inner hatchling aching to dash over and embrace her. He bit back the sentiment, feeling the tightness coming on behind his eyes. The rose coloured Tundra sat, allowing her to catch up. He said nothing for the moment.

Cadaan sat a distance away from her son, her posture tense. She was obviously avoiding meeting his eyes, glancing up only for a moment. “Do…” she paused, her voice sounding like a Strangler had replaced her red and gold scarf. “I mean to say… Do you know… when you’ll return?” The ‘if’ was left hanging between them.

Fleese shuffled his wings, fidgeting. No, he didn’t have any idea when that might be. What could he ever tell her that would pacify her worry? Nothing, he thought. “You’ll see me again,” he elected to say after a minute’s deliberation. “I promise.”

Finally she raised her head and looked straight into his face. He could see the tears threatening to fall. She put on a watery smile. “I know I will,” she said shakily. “You always keep your promises.” She sniffed before pushing a plainly wrapped parcel toward him.

With slow, delicate fingers, Fleese opened the gift. Inside was a bright blue scarf, one he knew Cadaan had made for him. His chest tightened with the weight of his emotion. “Thank you,” he said.

Cadaan sat back on her haunches before picking up the scarf. Almost solemly she draped it around his shoulders, letting the tails slide through her hands until she caught the ends. She stroked the material with her thumbs, staring at her claws. “This will keep you warm, if you ever visit the Ice Flight,” she said gently.

Fleese just nodded, too choked up to say anything. He clenched his jaw to keep from sobbing. Swallowing heavily he finally said, “I love you mama.”

His mother gently tied the ends of the scarf, the moisture in her eyes finally rolling down her cheeks. She smoothed down the fur of his mane, smiling up at him, her little boy. “Stay safe, my baby,” she told him. “My dearest love, you will always be in my heart.”