feather lifts


Okay, so it’s not bad at all. The actual bad news is that I’m an ass who keeps spamming WIPs. What else am I good for? (Aside from being in a massive rut I don’t feel like rolling out of HA.)

Getting faster. Still constantly distracted, though.


“What is fair in men does not last. Nothing is more fleeting than the years of a man’s life. But this is not true of art. The joy of understanding. That is the most noble of pleasures. Feathers will lift men as they do birds up to heaven.

I must stop now, my soup’s getting cold.”

– Leonardo da Vinci, disciple of experience.

A Simple Charm to Feel Instantly Attractive While Walking

This works better if you have a peacock feather or motif somewhere on your person.

Close your eyes and take seven deep breaths. While doing so, visualize a long, luxurious peacock tail slowly growing out just below your tailbone. Feel the weight of it. Let it swish a bit, listen to the sound it makes on the floor. Watch the light catch on the plumage. Put yourself in a place where it seems only natural that you would have this massive, beautiful train of feathers.

Open your eyes. Lift your chin.


I’d like to Slytherin your Chamber of Secrets.

starter for @fvckcdup ; from ian to mickey.

Ian slipped on his robe before grabbing his book from his trunk. Ian was looking forward to their third year at Hogwarts. The lessons get more and more interesting over the years, and he was sure he got tired of lifting feathers with their wands. Wingardium Leviosa, Wingardium Leviosa. 

Their first class was Potions, and the professor had demonstrated how to create Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in existence. It has a different aroma for everyone who smells it, reminding each person of the things that they find most attractive, even if the person doesn’t acknowledge or is unaware of their fondness for the object of their affection themselves. 

They are to recreate the potion, and Ian was determined that he could do this. He takes a step towards the cauldron on the professor’s desk to observe it. He takes a whiff, the smell of iron, barbeque sauce and… soft fabric. He knits his brows as he tries to figure out what the smell was and his eyes widened, turning his head to look at a familiar face. “No fucking way….”

Inspired by this adorable drawing, including Dean, Cas, and wings. 


A violent sneeze startled Dean awake. Something had been tickling his nose, taunting him. When he opened his eyes, a tad bewildered, he noticed that he still couldn’t see much of anything. Soon enough, it occurred to him exactly what it was, blocking him from the outside world; a blanket of smooth, black feathers.

Son of a bitch. What better way to wake up than with a face and mouth full of feathers? Peachy.

“Cas… Feathers.” Dean sputtered a complaint to his angel.

A heartbeat later, and the curtain of feathers was lifted. Dean blearily glanced up at the angel sitting on the bed beside him, Cas stretching both his arms and wings lazily, letting out a yawn. Angels didn’t necessarily need to sleep; that didn’t mean that they couldn’t.

“Oh… I apologize, Dean.” Castiel gazed down at Dean from under thick lashes, blue eyes tracking Dean’s every move as Dean brushed some stray feathers out of his hair.

Dean rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Guess we both still have to get used to me being able to see and feel them now, huh?”

Immediately, Cas’ wings slumped, going limp in what looked like defeat. And damn, if that wasn’t the cutest thing ever. Dean loved how those pretty wings gave him a tiny glimpse inside of Cas’ head.

“You don’t like them, they make you uncomfortable.” Castiel concluded, wrongfully so. “You can tell me… I wanted us to share this now that we’re together, but if you want me to start hiding them again, I can.”

Sighing at how ridiculously oblivious his angel could be at times, Dean pushed the covers away, kneeling on the bed beside Cas. Now that their faces were on the same level, Dean placed his hands on Cas’ cheeks, his thumbs earnestly caressing Castiel’s cheekbones.

“Actually, I kinda love them, Cas.” Dean admitted honestly, planting a kiss on Cas’ nose. “They’re awesome, like you.”

The confession had barely left Dean’s mouth, and already Castiel’s cheeks were changing color, glowing under Dean’s palms. And then Cas’ wings proudly puffed out, feathers trembling with excitement at Dean’s praise.

Dean laughed softly, pressing a second kiss to Cas’ lips, at which the feathers rustled happily. Cas smiled timidly, and Dean released his face so that he could ruffle his hair instead.

“Well, will you look at that?” Dean teased the angel. “Looks like they love me back.

When dark wings wrapped themselves around Dean to keep him in a tight embrace, he knew that his theory was correct. This time, he didn’t feel any need to complain when soft feathers sweetly tickled his face. Quite the opposite; he spent the rest of the morning exploring each and every inch of the silky black that he was already learning to love. 

Unsurprisingly, Castiel didn’t complain either.

Love Will Have Its Sacrifices: Chapter 4

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chatper 3.5

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Warnings: Tiny bit of swearing again

A/N: You wake up in Kylo’s bed with Kylo next to you, raising the question of what you were to each other now. What’s next for you two love birds? I suck at summaries, so idk.


 When you awoke, the room you were in was unexpectedly familiar. It was Kylo’s, his quarter’s were similar to yours, but the view overlooked more of the mountain range, while yours was blocked by forest. The equally familiar scent of snow and a deep musk filled your senses as you realized the pillow you were lying on was far too firm to be anything stuffed with feathers. Slowly you lifted your head to see two intense brown eyes staring down at you,

“Well good morning, beautiful. I was almost thinking you weren’t ever going to wake up.” Kylo spoke quietly, brush a lose strand of hair from your forehead.

“Goodmorning…“ You looked at him than down at yourself, lacing your fingers between his you looked back up at him, "Um… Kylo, what does this mean? Like, what does this mean… for us?” You weren’t sure what you meant specifically.

Why are you in his room? Why is he in this room with you? Did you just imagine him saying “I love you” back, but he must have, but what did that mean for the both of you? Could you still be Sith Lords? Love had too many weak emotions attached to it, but how much did you both really care? All these questions were starting to give you a headache.

“I’m not sure, but I’d like to find out.” Kylo finally answered.

“Is this really such a good idea? I mean I was tired, I wasn’t thinking straight and that night, I wasn’t thinking straight either. We have a duty to the First Order… I mean… I don’t know.”

“I love you, [Y/N]. I think I have since the first day we met. I-I didn’t think you ever felt the same way. We’ll take this one step at a time, but… I don’t want to go back to how things were.”

“I love you too, Kylo. Always have. One step at a time sounds like a plan.”

Kylo flashed you a smile that practically made your heart hurt, you loved when he smiled.

“Then these are our first steps! And they should probably be out the door, because we’re late for our meeting.”

You groaned, the idea of leaving Kylo’s arms was the least inviting thing you had ever heard, and you had heard a lot of awful things. As you got up, you realized something,

“Kylo,” A quiet hum answered you, “Did you actually carry me all the way from the shuttle to your room?”

Kylo turned a shade of pink,

“Well, I mean you weren’t going to walk there yourself…” He unlaced his fingers from yours and scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably.

You smiled, leaning down to kiss his cheek,

“Someone’s got a cruuush on me.” You teased and left a very flustered Kylo in your wake as you left to your own quarters.

The whole base was buzzing with anticipation. General Hux and Kylo left to meet with Supreme Leader Snoke, you on the other hand weren’t eager to talk to him, so you left to find Captain Phasma.

“Captain!” You called.

“Ah, Lady [Y/N], you’re awake!” Her words almost made you blush as you thought of what it must have looked like to other people.

“I am! And ready for your reports, Captain. Any moment now, we will need to send an extraction team to get that droid and I imagine the Resistance will not make it easy.”

“Already on it, ma’am.”

“Of course, I’d expect nothing less from you. This is why you’re my favourite.” You smiled and saluted the Captain as you left.

Suddenly, you heard the familiar sounds of a lightsaber against consoles and the very angry, distorted yells of Kylo. You sighed, turning back to make eye-to-helmet contact with Captain Phasma, who shook her head and gave you a thumbs up. You were often sent to handle Kylo’s tantrums, something Captain Phasma was grateful for, dealing with enough casualties on the battlefield without her troops dying from an angry Kylo Ren. You rolled you eyes and made a blaster with your fingers, pulling the imaginary trigger against your forehead. You hated when he did this.

Storming into the room, you dodged sparks and pulled the saber from his hands with one angry Force pull.

“Kylo! What have I told you about breaking important shit? We really need to start making you a tantrum room.” You stopped talking when you felt how distraught Kylo was.

“Kylo… Kylo, what’s wrong? What happened?” Slowly he turned, removing his helmet.

His face was filled with pain, you could see something was tearing him apart by just looking into his eyes. His eyebrows were pulled together, his breath hitching as he made a strangled attempt to speak, opening his mouth and closing it wordlessly. You rushed forward and pulled him into a tight hug. His frame collapsed into yours as he fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your stomach.

“The droid…” Kylo choked out, “My father has the droid.”

You knelt down, drawing your hand gently under his chin so his eyes could meet yours. You felt your heart breaking as your eyes met.

“Then we will get it back. Nothing will stand in our way, Kylo. This is not a weakness, this is just… being human.”

“How? How is this not weakness? I’m letting my past control me!”

“Your past is a part of you, if you felt nothing, you’d be a Jedi. This… this just means you’re alive. I will be by your side, Kylo, right by your side, no matter what. We are going to get this droid. We are going to get the map, and we’re going to find Luke Skywalker.” You nodded, meeting his eyes until he gave a small nod back.

He leaned closer to your face, a desolate look still furrowing his eyebrows as he leaned his forehead softly against yours. You closed the distance as you wrapped him up in a deep kiss. He hesitated at first, you both weren’t used to anything physical, really, but slowly you both eased deeper into the kiss. It was almost desperate, as if you were both trying to reassure each other that you weren’t going anywhere, that you’d never leave each other’s side. No matter what, you were going to be there for each other and in that quiet moment, it felt like it would never change.


When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning andI know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress.

But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings.

Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.

Hogwarts AU

Gabriel shuffled a couple papers on his desk and checked the cages of mice and frogs for today’s lesson. He was following Professor McGonagall’s lesson plan, a flawless one, he might add, and would be starting the class on turning simple creatures into goblets. His old professor was an amazing woman and currently headmaster of Hogwarts. He was glad the school was in capable hands but had mourned the loss of Dumbledore. He shook himself and focused. While McGonagall dealt with the school’s business, he had come and split classes with her. She had been fantastic tutor to him and he always puffed himself up at every sarcastic eyeroll. He scrawled his name on the board and opened the door, he had two minutes before classes changed. He moved out of the way of any obstacles and stretched, growing feathers and dropping closer to the floor until a golden eagle stood in his place. Gabriel ruffled his feathers and lifted up off the ground and onto a pearch high up in the corner of the room by his desk.