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Terrarium wings Brittle things My imaginary Sanctuary Part of my Glass Wings Series
Seeing people still around when returning for a peek is simply comforting.
Happy little Mizutsune
[ steady ] sender wrapping an arm around receiver's waist ( except, instead of an arm, it's his entire body. snake- luci)
Claws halt briefly on something glassy and blue, contemplating but not quite looking down at the mass of scales abruptly on her during a focused crafting session.
"I seem to have picked up a new fashion piece." The words come a few moments later, after a hiss of heat from her fingers, tapering an edge off on her project, still glowing a bright crimson gold. Now her attention flicks down, half-lidded, entirely relaxed for once it would seem, and she pushed her weight to one side, hip jutting just so; giving him a better grasp to perch on.
"Are you comfy?"

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The wandering was fake freedom. Able to move about the dusky ground and ethereal foliage, surrounded by strange and discordant noises; theoretically as much as she wanted. The cacophony was almost comforting in comparison to the house, piercing in it's silence and weight.
If Fenix didn't have to be inside those suffocating walls, she wouldn't be.
Yet still she could be pulled from the wild in a blink, deposited none too gently on cold floor for various reasons. Tests, study, questions, occasionally no discernible reason at all. Being in his presence was stifling. The gravity he emitted alone could be reason enough, beyond the fear and hatred coiled behind her breast, deep in her gut.
Additionally the glamour of a mortal creature felt incredibly wrong on him. Insistence for a facsimile of fabricated comfort, for her sake. 'His child, of course; deserved some semblance of effort.'
Stay still.
As long as she let him finish the task he needed, she could go back out and run as far as she wanted again. But best to pay attention, at the risk of derailing something and having to begin again or worse. Nothing stops her from seizing up and biting her tongue hard enough to sting when dark fingers drift toward her. Stars above she despises being touched.
The fact he pretends to smirk on that off mask makes her wish she could claw it off.
It's distant memory played clear in cruel display, yet a brush of fur draws her out of lost thought. Claws twitch and she draws her hand up to smooth down sleek white and warm brown, more careful than usual with tension lining each tendon.
Nowadays she adores contact. Hopefully that tidbit of info aggravates him, wherever he is.
"My apologies, love."
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❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. you're okay.❜
Varied reactions to terror.
To the encompassing grasp of something akin to the endless vacuum of space. Nowhere to go, no ability to push forward. There is no up and down, no here nor there.
To pick up on her telltale signs is fascinating in a way. Stiff silence, more animalistic in appearance than the usual faire. Her hackles are instead sleek feather, smoothed down rather than flared out to a near mirror finish in the gloss the image creates.
Claws twitch; than lift, ascending with a forced steadiness just to card through his jet black hair from where he seems perched beside, the lightest graze of edge against scalp in affection. In return comfort. It is something to offer appreciation where the ability to vocalize is vaguely... stunted.
"Mm... Happy Mother's Day, indeed." Melancholic but better than the past many years.
the ringing cadence of the weapon in his ear feels like home - well, okay, not home so much as the familiarity of something known. absently - habitually, tony lets the tops of his boots hook under her frames; heels & shifts until the bulk of her weight is more evenly distributed across the expanse of his suit.
the sound of crashing ice at his back doesn’t surprise him ; however, the screeching cry of the proxy as she lashes out at them does jump-start his heart as he’s forced to recklessly abort his flight path & dive to avoid the sheer nuclear fission that erupts from the beauty. god, how he’d just love to get his hands on her. pop the hood & see what makes her tick. he tumbles, his grip on his precious cargo shifting to ensure her safely as he ducks & dodges until finally, they’re free. springing out from the ground at a speed so dizzying he can’t stop the whooping holler that leaves him.
“alright little canary, let's get you somewhere objectively warmer, and then we can regroup with. what did you call her? little duck?” a short chuckle. “fitting. watch my six?” & with that, he’s adjusting them, casting one last glance over his shoulder before making a bee-line for the protruding bunker that’ll lead them both into the under-ground reserves of the solarian rebellion.
His penchant for touch was familiar at this stage even if confusing. Perhaps her own fault for admitting she wasn't used to it, unnerved by it; would like to change that. Notes for later.
Her shooting arm ducks in, locking around one of his to avoid a falling hunk of ice as he spirals out of the way of a shot, grimacing vaguely at the nauseating vertigo that teases at her gut and brain from some mystery distance. Falling was fine, most days. Maybe she should leave her frame a little more often and get used to traversal.
With a weak but arguably amused snort, she readjusts with the help of the placement of his feet, hooking the metal of her chin over his shoulder- back to the racing, snow laden ground below as she reloads her pistol against his back. "Will- get you a peek at her on a better day." Something as thanks.

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“oh, would you look at that?” tony starts, pressing the cool metal of his gauntlets neatly into the curve of @breathofcosmos' shoulders. the edges of his thumbs swiping a simple caress into the line of her throat. an idle action, more or less, while his gaze remains rooted on the jutting overhang above their heads — or more accurately, on the hulking form of one arachnid inspired proxy crawling it’s way into their derelict alcove.
‹ boss. ›
friday warns, subtly flashing a point of interest across his screen. highlighting the way in which the encasing ice clinging to the crevices above them was being jarred out of place. slipping from beneath the spider's tarsus & claws to rain down over them in flurries & sheets alike. “it’s time to go. do me a favor and try not to scratch the paint.” he’s joking, in a sense, but gives little time for his avian friend to protest before banding one arm around her waist. locking her flush against the expanse of his chest before kicking his thrusters into gear & speeding them both up - towards the mechanical beauty. aiming straight for the skylight just beyond it.
For once, there might not be a need to protest. Any other day certainly; she could manipulate and pilot circles around the familiar monstrosity until the next abysmal heat wave and then some. Finding cover after a nasty accident and transference static however stacked the odds in a particular corporate favor as the day progressed.
"Haah, gonna, scratch it on purpose-" She grunted, the odd phantom feeling of being hefted up like a limp bag of bolts despite not truly being present a somewhat, odd sensation. Though the disruption meant she could be there and that was hardly beneficial in the moment.
One arm mirrored, looping under one of his to be out of the way, metallic palm spanning over his back while the other freed a gilded pistol. A landing of crumbling rock beneath hissing pipe assists in distracting, gone in a shot and losing necessary footing for the wailing machine, it's optics dropping south.
a squawk of indignation nearly tears from his throat at the sudden contact. it has every last one of his hairs standing on end & it’s practically a miracle that the only response that rouses from him is the JOLT & twitch of his hand as he FIGHTS not to yank his arm back into safer waters.
he relaxes though as his arm goes up & then back down by @breathofcosmos' hand. he finds himself blinking almost owlishly back at her. his mind scrambling to catch up with the new development & soon enough, a nervous laugh punches out of him.
“y-yeah. it’s friendly.” carefully, he turns his hand within her grasp, angling his index finger towards hunk in the far corner, whose own eyes have gone comically wide. the spoon half forgotten, left to hang just a few inches from his mouth. sporting a grin, lance leads her through the motion of giving his best buddy the same gesture he’d given her. & he watches, as that spoon’s lowered back into the bowl of food goo as hunk stares lance down, incredulously.
All in all, Fenix's thoughts sit solidly on the fact that these kids are strange. She does little when Lance finally settles and actually manipulates her larger clawed hand; not bothering to fight the motion. A long, velvety ear flicks in the yellow pilot's direction, observant but also lazy.
It doesn't escape her, the tension near her. But it also doesn't escape her that she's now also "finger-gunning" at him as well. Her nose wrinkles, stripes along her cheek crinkling as well and she finally glances to Hunk, analyzing the expression.
It is a tad funny.
Her teeth click abruptly, along with a quiet tired chuckle before shaking her hand free.
finger guns the eldritch bird.
"..." Does he want to get bitten? It wouldn't be hard- The promise to behave stays the urge but the temptation remains, gold hues flicking to his fingers and back up with slightly less venomous exasperation then the last couple days. Rising curiosity tends to help; though she does raise a brow and inch forward to grab his finger with surprising gentleness.
"This is friendly?" Seeing him use it towards the other pilots was a good tell but voicing the query tends to help at times, lifting his hand then lowering it again with a snort and releasing.
Mizutsune
"...Club activity sounds tempting."

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And I way way too much fun painting this but had a lot of file issues but it’s done none the less, with some recent changes to Pho (Stripes and digigrade legs)
darker vibes
❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜
❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜
❛ you are my salvation. ❜
❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜
❛ get the hell away from me. ❜
❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜
❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜
❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜
❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜
❛ fucking hit me already. ❜
❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜
❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜
❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜
❛ fix me. ❜
❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜
❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜
❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜
❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜
❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜
❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜
❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜
❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜
❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜
❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜
❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜
❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜
❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜
❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜
❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜
❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜
❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜
❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜
❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜
❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜
❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜
❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜
❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜
❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜
❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜
❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜
❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜