the glorious bird

anonymous asked:

So the bird Inquisitor thing is my jam rn, could you do DA:I companions react to an avian Inquisitor who's in the process of molting? Non gif - Romances if possible c: Thank you!

Cassandra: She thinks it’s sort of funny at first, but then less so when their feathers are EVERYWHERE. She asks them if they can somehow manually get them all off to halt their process of leaving feathers all over. She grumbles at the mess, but does feel a little bad for them when she sees them itching. If Romanced: She tries to help get the molting feathers off, or at least itch a little in places he can’t reach. “Maker’s Breath,” she says, “how many feathers do you even have?” “Not enough for you to have to spend forever with me. A pity.” he teases, and she groans but laughs.

Iron Bull: “Man, where were you when we did that job trying to scare the shit out of that noble? We could have used all these feathers.” He just suggests flapping them vigorously to see if that helps get them all off. If Romanced: He suggests some exercise to “REALLY ruffle those loose feathers right off. Repeatedly, if you want.” His bedroom is absolutely COVERED in feathers later, but he doesn’t complain.

Blackwall: He just takes it in stride, laughing as they sneeze and kick up a whirlwind of feathers. “Here,” he offers, handing them a wooden back-scratcher, “made this for you. Maybe it’ll help, eh?” He may take a feather to use as a reference when carving his rocking griffons. If Romanced: She’s embarrassed by the mess when he comes up to her room, but he gets a kick out of it. “It’s not so bad,” he laughs, “at least I can find you for a kiss. It’s a little trail of Inquisitor-ness.”

Sera: She collects some of them for pranks, and has to compete with Leliana’s agents and Josephine’s cleaners for them. It’s all worth it, though, she cackles as she prepares to dump feathers on nobles after getting glue on them and tickling feet and noses. “You ought to drop your feathers more often, and tell me first.” she laughs. If Romanced: She calls first dibs right away, but fewer of them are used for pranks. Instead, she saves them and hides them for herself, though she tucks feathers into places she can see readily to remind her of her girlfriend. She also gets the spots her girlfriend can’t reach.

Varric: “Hold on, get those feathers in a bag– I’m going to feather-bomb the Merchant’s Guild the next time they start asking me to respond to their letters.” Alas, he has to compete with several others going for the feathers, so he gives up on the idea and salvages a few to keep as backup quills. “Tell me ahead of time you molt, next time. I swear it’ll be a great prank.”

Cole: His main concern is trying to alleviate the Herald’s itching and irritation, because no one is hurting because of the molting but them– in fact, most of Skyhold finds it mildly amusing, if anything. “Don’t itch. The hurt will be worse.” he warns. “Vivienne can make medicine that helps. Raw, tickling, itching irritation, wind carrying scales of color away, it must be hard…”

Vivienne: She wrinkles her nose at the mess and arranges for a tailor to make them “wingsocks” to contain the feathers– “Before all of Skyhold is covered in feathers.” she says dryly. She also scolds them if they itch at raw spots too much– “it will make the itching worse.” Instead, she offers a cream that’s supposed to help soothe itching.

Dorian: “Ah. Molting season, I see.” he says dryly as some spots on their wings are bare and feathers follow them wherever they go. “Just do be careful up in the library, else I’ll find my nook covered in feathers. Josephine is already fussing over the mess your feathers are making.” He might pick up one or two to use as bookmarks. If Romanced: He takes some time to try to get loose feathers free and clean them up. “Amatus, you’re positively a mess.” he teases. “Fortunately for you, I find it sort of charming.”

Solas: There’s not much they can do about it, so he doesn’t find reason to comment much. His nose does wrinkle in distaste, though, as feathers always land on the floor, on the desk, on the bed in his room in the rotunda whenever they go through it. If Romanced: He finds it sort of amusing, really. He gets at spots she can’t get and steals a feather for himself.

Josephine: She has to ask some poor workers to clean up the feathers– they pile up quickly and make quite a mess. She cringes as nobles and visitors pick up feathers to keep, and even as a few Orlesians offer to scratch at particular itchy spots to relieve them, in exchange for the feathers. The DeLauncets even offer to pay for all of the feathers for some sort of… pillow or bed composed of the feathers. Josephine doesn’t want to ask or know. If Romanced: She’s sympathetic to their struggling, and in her time off, massages any irritated or itchy parts of their wings, in spite of the feathers rapidly dropping off. 

Cullen: “Maker’s breath, what a mess.” he grouses as he tip-toes over a pile of feathers or two. He has the decency to not make a single comment, however. If Romanced: He follows the feather trail right to her to give her a kiss. She giggles and asks if he minds the mess. “Not at all,” he laughs, “the feathers are almost as beautiful as you.”

Leliana: She advises collecting the feathers for use later. She uses them to throw off Venatori in the field, who follow the feathers thinking it leads to the Inquisitor. It works effectively. “Do let me know ahead of time next time you start molting.” she says cheerfully.

We are the Velvet Gems!

We are the Velvet Gems
We’ll always fuse the cards
And if you think we can’t
We’ll always find a way
That’s why the people of this world believe in
Margaret, Elizabeth, and Igor and THEO!

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RIP in pieces.

That’s it, I’m getting kicked off both fandoms.

IM NOT SORRY

NO OK LET ME EXPLAIN THIS PHOTO FROM THE PAST RIGHT HERE. YOU LISTEN TO THIS RIDICULOUS BATTLE OF EPIC PROPORTIONS.

SEE ONE SUMMER I COULDN’T SLEEP BECAUSE THIS ASSBASKET OF A MOCKINGBIRD SAT IN A TREE OUTSIDE MY WINDOW AND SANG ALL THE FUCKASS TIME. EVEN AT NIGHT. I COULD EVEN HEAR HIM ALL “AHCHEECHEECHEE M'LADY” ON THE HUNT FOR SOME MOCKINGBIRD BOOTY THROUGH EAR PLUGS.

ONE NIGHT I GOT SO FED UP THAT AT THREE IN THE BUTTNUGGET MORNING I WENT OUT IN THE BACKYARD IN MY PAJAMAS AND GARFIELD SLIPPERS AND TURNED ON THE HOSE SO I COULD SCARE HIS HORNY BIRD ASS OUT THE TREE.

I DANCED MY ASS AROUND AND SPRAYED EVERYWHERE CACKLING LIKE MANDARK FROM DEXTER’S LABORATORY. AND HE SHUT UP SO I WENT TO BED.

BUT THIS BIRD, THIS BIRD WAS NO ORDINARY MOCKING BIRD. HE WAITED UNTIL I WAS JUST DRIFTING OFF INTO A LAND WHERE BIRDS DON’T BOOTY CALL AND WHEN MY HEAVY EYELIDS WERE JUST CLOSING, HE STARTS THE FUCK BACK UP AGAIN. EVEN LOUDER.

SO THE NEXT DAY I GOT MY ASS OVER TO THE WAL-MART AND BOUGHT THIS HERE FAKE OWL. IT WAS TIME TO FIGHT BIRDS WITH BIRDS. I TOOK A SELFIE FOR GOOD LUCK. I TIED THIS GLORIOUS OWL OF HORNY BIRD ERADICATION TO THE FENCE AND THEN SLEPT FOREVER.  

  • Me seeing Oswald Cobblepot: My glorious bird son. He is very precious. Please protect him.
  • Also me: I wanna smack some sense into him and throw him in the garbage can....
  • Me, again: Son, my beautiful baby chick, I love you very much, never doubt that, but PLEASE FOR ONCE STOP DOING WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE DOING. IT BE BREAKING YOUR FANS HEARTS
  • Surprise, it be me: Never stop. Stay determined
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Draco was a wounded snake. He remained with his belly flat to the ground, hiding in the darkest bushes to remain safe from predators while he healed. But Luna couldn’t be slippery and silent and serpentine. She couldn’t be confined to the darkness like he was. Luna was a glorious, colourful bird; she longed for the open skies and the summer sun, and to swoop and soar and circle the fluffy white clouds. Her kind heart kept her wings clipped, and Draco took her for granted.

Read my full Druna story Desert Love here. Please leave your feedback :) 

Draco/Luna aesthetic, as requested by bellaemysclarke <3

So

I just went ahead and dumped a bunch of pictures of Potoos on my facebook.

What is a Potoo you ask? Well, lucky for you I have a small folder that I’ve compiled just for the occasion.

So now ladies and gentlemen who are following/stalking me, here is a compilation of pictures of the most glorious of the birds, the Potoo.

Witness the glory.

Ah yes, witness the majesty.

This one reminds me of a young Liam Nieson. Or maybe a young Mark Sheppard.

The sheer elegance of these creatures… Stunning.

If you are ever feeling down, just remember, these wonderful things exist and you should instantly feel relieved.

Simply magnificent.

Fun fact: Potoos have the ability to look into a persons soul.

No amount of pictures I could ever post would show just how fantastic these creatures are.

The Slovenian word for friend (prijatelj/ica) literally translates to “by-the-flock(er).”
Now, coincidentally enough (or is it?) a group of chickens is called a flock, which is further proving the assumption that Slovenia and its inhabitants are inherently intertwined with these glorious wannabe birds.

@useless-sloveniafacts

Medicine (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Request: (@fangirlwithasweettooth) I mean maybe the reader is kind of Newt’s co-carer(is that a thing? Let’s make it a thing.) for his beasts like she helps heal them or something idk and she and Newt are best friends but the reader really likes him, but she’s scared to tell him so she asks Queenie and/or Tina for advice and it ends w/something super fluffy?

 A/N: I’m so sorry that this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect and I’m convinced that this is as good as it’s going to get. This will be a little series, and I have parts 2 and 3 up as soon as possible.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mention of ptsd, kissing, (let me know if I missed anything) 

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

(request + masterlist)

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A Selfless Love

TITLE: A Selfless Love

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT:Chapter One

AUTHOR: Wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine AU, where it’s Loki instead of Maleficent. He has watched you grow ever since you were little and by the time you were 16, he has fallen in love with you and regrets putting this curse on you, but he can’t take it away. When you fall asleep, he watches with broken heart as Prince Philippe kisses you, but when it doesn’t work and the prince leaves, he walks to you to apologize. In the end he kisses you on the lips and you wake up, his lips still on yours.

RATING: General Audiences


NOTES/WARNINGS: I am doing this from an amalgamation of the Disney Classic cartoon film and the Maleficent film done in 2014. Also I am doing this as a result of a request by Shylaofavalon. 

A Debt Unpaid

When you are the most powerful seidr wielder in the Nine Realms, many people come to you to request favours. And that is how Loki came to assist a simple milkmaid in catching the eye of Prince Frederick of Vanaheim. He assisted her in acquiring a Golden Fleece that the Vanir prince wished to have, stating the woman that was able to retrieve it from the Light Elf forests, a place only women could enter, would be the maiden he would wed. So Loki aided her in doing so, giving her everything she required to get her passed the water dragon defending the fleece. But as her payment for his aid, the maid had to make an agreement with Loki; on becoming the Prince’s wife, she had to convince the prince to bestow certain spell scrolls upon Loki. She attained the fleece, and wed the Prince, but she did not keep her end of the bargain.

Not more than a year after the marriage, which Loki had not received an invitation to, Prince Frederick was crowned King of Vanaheim, and within a few short months of that , he and his common-born wife welcomed a child, a daughter, the heiress of the Vanir throne.

The day came for the little princess’s name day, and again Loki did not receive an invitation. He watched as Thor, the now King of Asgard, and his entourage made their way to the Bifrost via the bridge. Irate at the maid not upholding her end of the bargain, Loki came to a decision. The child’s names day was the following day, he needed only a few hours to find and ready the spell he required to do what he decided upon. The scrolls were not exactly essential, but he needed to send a message to her, he needed to show her and all the realms, why you always pay your debt to the God of Mischief.

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