You're my light. You're my heart.

redwinged_blackbird on AO3. she/her. adult. idk what else to put in this space?

[anemicjellyfish]

Thank you SO MUCH to @blitzwhore for this idea! I'd been wanting to write a tooth-achingly sweet Stolas & Octavia piece for some time now and that one post really got my brain working.

I wrote 90% of this on my lunch break at work and the other 10% on a 15-minute break later on in the shift. It's unedited and unpolished, but I wanna come back to it one day and really flesh it out. (Y'all don't have to point out the typos, I'll find them later lol.) I'm happy enough with it for now, but there were still a few things I wanted to add and some more scenery to make it whole.

Octavia Speaks

Stolas closed the door to the nursery behind him. His knees slowly sunk until they nestled into the carpeted floor below. Deep breaths didn't bring him the calm he'd hoped for as his face fell into his hands.

Octavia's nursery was one of the few places in his palace where Stolas felt any peace. His wife Stella only seemed to take her role as a parent seriously when it suited her, which frequently coincided with those few moments when showing off the daughter would lead to compliments from Hell's most elite royalty.

The party Stella was throwing tonight was no place for their young child; it was more of a gathering of Stella's closest friends and family. None of them needed to see Stella show off Octavia. And each of them were just as eager to hear a mockery of Stolas as Stella was to tell it.

It was too much.

Tears fell between Stolas' fingers, falling on his sleeves, on the carpet.

It was all too much.

He had fulfilled his purpose. He'd produced an heir. And while the stars would continue telling their prophecies for millenia to come, Stolas thought to himself that someone, anyone else, could read them just as well as he.

The Grimoire was on a shelf just down the hallway. Perhaps one day, when Octavia was old enough…

Octavia stirred in her crib.

Stolas straightened up, adjusting his cape beneath him as the fabric pulled.

Tiny hands rose into the air, reaching for the decorative mobile above. Little stars and moons circled a planet at their center, a pentagram stamped onto it slightly off-center, all suspended from their base with a light, swirling magic.

Stolas crossed the room in two strides. Leaning down, he looked into Octavia's crib to see her smiling and still reaching for the little stars. Little sounds of effort came from her as she grew somewhat frustrated at not being able to touch them.

“Do you like it?” Stolas whispered. Octavia turned her head, only just now noticing her father. “I made that,” he mused, idly tapping one of the stars, “when I was little. I always loved the way the stars moved through the heavens. I wanted to have my own model of Hell.”

Octavia's eyes were wide, focused on him, her beak slightly open. Almost as if she could understand her father's story. Stolas felt his shoulders relax. He took his daughter into his arms and held her closer to the mobile. She giggled excitedly as she grabbed the star she wanted, holding it with both of her tiny hands.

“I figured it might go with the rest of your things,” he continued, taking both Octavia and the mobile over to a nearby chair, “so I took it out of an old box one night when I couldn't sleep and put it together for you.”

Octavia had her eyes trained on her father once again, the glow of them lighting up her face and casting a pink light onto the star still in her hands.

Stolas let out a sigh. “And now here I am, boring you with old stories– and I'm not even that old.” He laughed, a sweet enough sound, but a bitter tone underneath.

Octavia wiggled in his arms. Her arms fidgeted with her star as she kept moving it up and down. Stolas didn't take notice at first, until her little grunts of frustration grabbed his attention. She was repeating a sound now, over and over.

“Ta!” Octavia shook the star. “Ta, ta, taah!”

Stolas’ breath caught in his lungs. Despite the still-wiggling girl in his arms, he kept his entire body still, watching her effort.

Is she trying to speak?

Stolas moved slowly, his finger barely touched the top point of the wooden star.

Stolas spoke a word, barely a whisper, which drifted through the nursery like a soft wind.

“Star?”

Octavia's shriek of laughter filled the room, her hands excitedly shaking the star again.

“Ta! Taah!”

Stolas watched her through the tears that began to form in his eyes.

“That's right, Via!” He exclaimed. “Star! It's a star, my dear. It's your star.”

Another shriek of joy rang through the nursery as Octavia clumsily held the star to her father.

“Tar,” she said again, this time looking at him, “tar, dada! Tar!”

Stolas’ heart began to beat so quickly that he finally understood the meaning of one's heart bursting out of their chest.

“Did you just…”

Octavia was now hitting him with the star. As tiny as she was, she packed a good deal of force behind each blow. Stolas figured it would leave a bruise were he not immortal.

“Dada, tar!” She repeated again. Her first two words were spoken over and over in between bouts of the most musical laughter Stolas had ever heard.

Stolas remained silent for some time, listening to his daughter babble what were probably entire paragraphs to her wonderful mind. The tears on his cheeks dried, leaving only small droplets in the inner corner of each eye.

Footsteps in the hallway drew his attention. The door to the nursery opened and a disgruntled Stella stepped inside.

“You're missing another party, Stolas.” Her voice was flat, but irritated. “I don't think our guests would appreciate–”

“Octavia just said her first word!” Stolas interrupted.

Stella raised an eyebrow, her frown softening just a bit at the corners.

“Go ahead, Via,” Stolas encouraged, tapping the star, “tell your mother what this is.”

Octavia's eyes shone as she shook her star some more.

“Tar!” She squeaked. “Ssssss– tar!”

Stolas turned to Stella. “She's been working on it,” he explained. “She can't quite get the “s” sound right, but she's doing so well.” He looked at his daughter again, running a finger along the soft feathers around her face.

Stella stayed in the doorway, a hand on her hip. Her cold stare went unseen by Stolas and their daughter.

“I'd hardly call that a word,” she finally said, “but at least it's a useful one.”

Stella's statement didn’t register with Stolas until after she left. With Octavia in his arms, he followed his wife at a distance.

The party taking place should have been winding down by now.

No, it definitely had been winding down until just now.

Stella stood at the top of the grand staircase, tapping a spoon onto a glass of champagne. Every guest turned their full attention to her as she made her announcement.

“I have wonderful news to tell you all!” Her gown rustled as she descended the stairs. “Tonight, my sweet, lovely little daughter has spoken her first ever word! Yes, yes, I know,” she went on over the applauding guests, “it's early for a hatchling to be speaking already. But, what can I say? She takes after her sociable mother, of course!”

The applause continued, along with polite laughter at Stella's statement.

“And,” Stella continued, reaching the bottom of the stairs and rejoining the party, “speaking of her mother: Octavia's first word was ‘star’! Can you believe it? She's so close with me that she chose the very meaning of my name as her first thing to say…”

Stolas tuned out his wife's boastful speech as he rolled his eyes and slipped back down the hallway. With Octavia still in his arms, he took her back to her nursery.

“Well,” he said gently as he placed a tired Octavia back in her crib, “I think that will keep your mother busy for the rest of the night.”

Octavia blinked slowly. Her grip on her star loosened as sleep quickly won over her excitement.

Stolas leaned down, kissing Octavia's forehead and running a finger through her feathers once again. “Go to sleep,” he whispered, “my little star.”

Octavia yawned, fighting the instinct to close her eyes.

Stolas smiled. With a wave of one finger, magic encircled the star and lifted it back into place on the mobile. One small pulse of magic had it spinning alongside the rest of the stars and moon around the planet at the center.

Two tiny hands tried to reach the stars, but sleep finally overtook Octavia's body.

“I love you.” Stolas whispered, dimming the lights in the nursery as he made his way to the door.

“Dada.” Came the tiny reply from Octavia's crib.

Stolas wiped the happiest tears he'd ever cried from his eyes.

Perhaps he just found a new purpose.

[anemicjellyfish]

Octavia running away from the planning of an arranged marriage and making her way back to her dad

Stolas finally admitting to Octavia that her parents weren't ever in love and that they were forced to marry just to bring her into the world

Octavia grappling with that for just a few moments, but is pulled from her thoughts as Stolas continues explaining that he tried doing things "right"

That he kept the peace because he was destined for that life and it was worth it to see his daughter happy

That he repressed the part of him that didn't experience the attraction that he was supposed to feel so that he could fit in, so that his daughter could have the family he never had

And the oddly shaped puzzle piece finds its place in the picture, because Octavia couldn't find a way to feel that attraction to anyone at all. And the pressure to change herself– to squish the puzzle piece into a place it doesn't belong, to trim it to fit somewhere new– is suddenly gone

Replaced by the kind of acceptance that comes from mutual understanding and shared experience

Octavia finds a new love and appreciation for the flawed man that she's happy and proud to call her dad. She refuses to give in and Stolas supports her because he'd never let what happened to him happen to his daughter.

[hyperfixed-owl]

Thanks @blitzwhore for the tag! This may be my first WIP Wednesday of the year which is crazy omg. But I needed a break from writing and life getting stressful didn’t help either.

Soooo, I am back! Kinda, haha. I’m working on my next multi-chapter Stolitz fic as we speak, but for now, how about some cute Stolitz fluff?

This is part of a collab with the wonderful @theradiodaemon who may have some art to share 👀 more coming soon!

WIP title - Cooking with Stolas ❤️

“Alright, c'mere." He pulled over his step stool and perched himself behind Stolas, wrapping his arms around his lithe frame. Having the extra few inches brought his head up to the height of Stolas's neck, so he could look over his shoulder. The aforementioned carrots waited on the chopping board.

"I'll guide you, yeah? Like we did before?" He whispered into his ear. He felt Stolas's feathers shiver slightly. His shoulders relaxed.

"Okay."

“Good boy,” Blitz praised him. He passed Stolas the knife, placing it in his hand. Stolas took hold of a carrot in the other.

Tagging…well, I guess @theradiodaemon and anyone else! 😊

[blitzwhore]

Yay WIP Wednesday! Thank you @anemicjellyfish for the tag ❤️

I'm still in the process of re-reading and editing what I already have of You're Perfect (And Everything in Between) before I look at chapter 9 again and post it. However, I think I've mentioned this before, but I have a few one-shot WIPs that take place in the same universe. I'm not gonna lie—they're all smut. They all happen later in the story, too, so there's a chance some of them will end up integrated in the main fic, but I'm sure at least a couple will be posted as their own works on AO3 eventually (as part of the same series).

So yeah, I thought I'd share a (mildly spicy 🔥) snippet of one of them today 🤭

No words came as warm hands rested gently on his shoulders from behind. The garbled sound that formed at the back of Blitz’s throat came out as a sigh when Stolas began massaging him, easing the tension bunching up at the apex of his back.

Soon enough, though, a hot breath ghosted against his skin, followed by soft lips that traveled the length of his nape.

Blitz lifted the pencil from the screen and closed his eyes. It took everything in him to get back to work, especially when Stolas began pressing kisses to his neck that were chaste at first, then wet, the parting of his mouth audible in the silence of the booth. 

Blitz shivered when a hot tongue pressed against his skin. He shifted, and kept going, clicking his tongue when his next line got messed up from the shaking of his wrist. He had to undo it four times for it to look decent.

Stolas’ hands left his shoulders and stroked slowly down his chest, mapping his body from behind. Soft, wet kisses traveled across his nape, and, fuck, yep, there was the breathless groan he’d been fighting to suppress.

It took an active, consistent effort to keep his breathing steady and his eyes focused on the screen, especially when those distracting hands slipped under his shirt and pressed to the expanse of his ribs. That searing tongue reached the line of his hair, and Blitz cursed under his breath, undoing the line he’d just fucked up before trying again.

There was some cheekiness to the hum that brushed hotly against Blitz’s damp skin. Then Stolas tasted him again, hot mouth closing around the curve of Blitz’s neck. 

Tagging @caldella @fuzzandfeathers @larryisnotagirl @hyperfixed-owl and anyone else who wants to participate! Tag me on yours so I can see pls 🥹

[noblefemme]

Animation I did a month ago lol

[blitzwhore]

Omg I love this so much 😂😂😂😂 he's so me fr

[valahelart]

gbb (gay bird besties) 🦉🦜🪴

[valahelart]

silly sequel to this

[anemicjellyfish]

WIP Wednesday!

Coming out of my cave to post a little WIP I've been holding onto for a bit. I had a few ideas for moments featuring Octavia, but no way to connect them together until I had one big idea that I could work each little moment around. It'll still be a while before it's done, since I can't seem to think of a title. But here's a small excerpt from what I have so far.

Tagging @blitzwhore who asked to be tagged and anyone else that wants to participate!

“There you are!” Stella took Octavia by the arm and turned her on the spot, nearly making her drop her breakfast. “I told them to wake you earlier, and I figured you’d be ready by now. But I see I was mistaken.” Stella huffed out a breath, her feathers puffing out slightly in annoyance.

“Uhh,” Octavia started, unsure how to respond, “I’m awake now?”

“You should have been ready hours ago, sweetie.” Her voice was restrained, the frustration slipping through only in the deep sigh she let out. “Your grandfather will be here any moment, and you’re still not dressed.”

Octavia’s heart jumped a little in her chest. Was that today? She glanced at the calendar on the kitchen wall and saw the highlighted text. Paimon Visit: 11am. The text had a hastily drawn crown above it, no doubt from Andrealphus, to highlight the importance of the occasion. She took a large bite of her toast and coughed as she realized she hadn’t buttered it yet. 

Stella let go of her arm. “Well,” she said, brushing from her dress what could have been crumbs from the toast, “hurry up! Eat, get something nice on– not your usual clothes– and be ready! I cannot believe I have to stress the importance of today.”

Octavia knew far too well the importance a visit from her grandfather was. Her birthday was soon approaching, and she would finally be of age to take up duties within the Ars Goetia. 

Stella left in a hurry, mumbling something about not having the luxury of breakfast when she was Via’s age. Octavia got a pad of butter from the table, but didn’t bother to make anything more. Her stomach was feeling like it had turned upside down and inside out.

[dishrack-holygrail]

Ughh why is everything so harddddd 🥀✨

[wazzi2ya]

His contact name is FizziePop 🥺

[theradiodaemon]

He’s the Boss Bitch 😉😊. Inspired by a photo of my friend @antivillain at LvLUP expo. They had cosplayed at Blitzø and they had a hat on that said ‘BOSS’ that was amazingly bejewelled and so I just HAD to put the ACTUAL Blitz in the same hat :)

[elizawilliam35]

Loud, proud, and absolutely heavenly🪽❤️

[42paintbrushes]

Hear me out

[42paintbrushes]

Theyre making everyone at the function uncomfortable 💗

[neurospiczzzziee]

Quick Drawing I started yesterday! Hope y'all enjoy.

[anemicjellyfish]

Fish are to Barb what horses are to Blitz.

It's my new headcanon and I'm holding onto it to get me through the wait until Season 3 premiers in Fall.

[daemon-arts]

AMIR AND BRANDON KISSED! damn.. take some RadioHorns! Some Vox and Stolas live reaction too