#coraccipitris

Whoah.

It’s a good thing Fiyero’s mouth doesn’t open anymore, or it’d be hanging open at the sight of the - being? - across the way. As it is, he nearly falls over again from surprise, and it’s not just the wings that are doing it.

In another life he’d have been tempted to flirt, but honestly, even without current circumstances, someone who looks like that would have been out of even his formerly high weight class back in the day. Oh, Glinda had been pretty, but this man looks ethereal. The wings only add to the effect, and it’s fascinating to watch them move subtly as he walks.

Does this place collect the strange and magical? Is that why Fiyero was yanked here? But it feels like a crime to lump the two of them in together. If the wings aren’t - natural, somehow - they certainly seem like they were designed perfectly to suit him, and there’s no hint of discomfort or unfamiliar awkwardness. It’s such a contrast to the batlike wings of the Wizard’s flying monkeys - oh, they’d gotten better with time, but with all of Elphaba’s power it had been clear those appendages weren’t something they’d been born with.

A reminder to myself that I owe replies to these people:

coraccipitris

sceleras

anarchystoking

baddestdangerboy

bashfullygreen

ribellaione

anglerfishnabe

hotellmoscow

if I missed anyone, do let me know

It seemed that the Cotes Ward was the designated ward that Bruce Wayne’s shared living space was located in. He had yet to step foot in the townhouse. He found it funny how this ward had a resemblance to Japan in both architecture and landscape. Familiarity was a key factor in complacency.

Dedicated to mapping out the entirety of the city, Batman currently scouts through Bamboo Grove. He was an expert when it came to stalking, silent as a shadow even with the lack of higher ground among the stalks of bamboo. It wasn’t long before he came up on worn down shrine and a winged individual standing near bipedal foxes.

      It came over her like the sudden hazy heat of alcohol. Her eyes caught sight of large, feathered wings and the anger simmered into being under her skin, red-hot and potent. Certainly, they weren’t hers, lacking the pigmentation in one that denoted the Gear’s signature, but it was enough. A target had been marked, and the frustration I-no had been stewing in focused itself instantly on all the things she could do to make this person miserable.            First though, she had to figure out just what would hurt the most.           “My, my-- such pretty wings,” she ‘compliments’, though her hands stay laced behind her, her eyes roving over them as she takes a few steps around their owner. Her tone is friendly enough, as is her expression, but her intentions are anything but kind. She does a good job of hiding it though, blinking guilelessly. 

“Are you new here?” A question asked by Itachi to one that still seemed to be lost in this cursed world.  Capable of reading another’s inner feelings through body language, Itachi could see some uneasiness still residing in the other.  As a veteran of this game, he took it upon himself to help others ease into things and try to give any light to them as they pursued on a forced new life.

The image of pure white right before his eyes was one that easily had Gundam on guard - wings that protruding from this other individual’s back even more reason for the tension in his body. Perhaps they were kindred spirits, perhaps they were foes -- the only thing certain was that individuals with a similar physical appearance as the other were not common where he was from. Though his classmates appearances were varied, none of them really matched up to this. His words might be harsh, but there was a decidedly excited undertone to his voice as he spoke, chest puffed up in confrontation. 

* character headcanons | not accepting

She’d be so excited for it, honestly. Finally, love that doesn’t come with any conditions or will be yanked away from her. Though, it will be hard for her to accept as unconditional at first. She’s massively afraid of her partners being afraid of her or pitying her for any reason and feels, at least at first, that their love will come to a limit eventually. People aren’t limitless in her experience, and if something better comes along, their love will have a limit.