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(Fixed hopefully, bc I couldn't edit the other one?? Still editing and adding stuff)

Welcome to my little slice of Tumblr here, this is my master list, as the big letters above say. I do a lot of writing and art, most of my big fics will end up on Ao3 and I will add the links to this and a little description so ppl know what they're getting into.

I have given up on tracking down all the links for all my pieces so instead I am making tags for the posts. You can use the tags on this post to navigate, I will also be writing them down with descriptions also.

This is an 18+ only space, minors are not welcome in this space. I frequently post nsfw stuff and other potentially triggering topics, I try to include trigger warnings on my posts but that gets tiresome and repetitive so proceed at your own risk with posts.

I do not use AI for art, writing, or other creative means. Anything featured here is created by me and only me, unless it's a collaboration or something made with someone else, or I am reblogging someone else's artwork. I encourage people to check out other people's work too, trust me it's probably better than the bullshittery happening here!

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Griffin Hybrid!Nolan who didn't care about his appearance at all until he met Makarov, he used to let his feathers get all messy until someone forced him to go get them taken care of.

Griffin Nolan who used to hide the feathered tufts on his head under helmets and hats until he met Makarov who loved to run his fingers over the feathers.

Griffin Nolan having to learn how to clean his wings since he's alway neglected them in the past, but now he has a reason to keep the neat. That same reason wanting to do it for him, so they spend hours every month or so plucking dead feathers and making his wings presentable...

Griffin Nolan when Makarov was captured didn't take care of his wings at all, letting them fall apart, same with the feathers on his tail... eventually letting Ivan take care of his feathers.

Griffin Nolan who makes a nest in Makarov's room while he's gone, then when they get him back he curls around him protectively.. snuggling with his human not wanting him to leave him ever again...

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smeemo yawning so funny faces style

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@undeadbolt

teathattast

Misheard tide pods as poptarts... didn't realize until I had said some of them taste good and was met with looks of horror...

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I feel like. if you were Nolan's s/o you could probably get away with anything. Pinch him, grab him, squeeze, poke, grope, slap, bite, whatever. He's unflinching, unmoving, mastered the art of not giving a fuck. I feel like

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The only reaction you'd get is if you bring up Makarov at all

"Your work wife stopped by" "what?" "Makarov" "He's not- he's not my-"

I need a Nolan hug... want to be squished into his chest, pls pls let me... hhhhpls... .I just want a hug ;-;

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My favorite drawing of late....

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nolan when anyone but makarov:

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Nolan be like "Good communication, team! keep it up!"

Then running off to Makarov so he doesn't have listen to anyone else

Conversation overheard by Konni:

Danny: "My wife's boyfriend got it for me" *audible choking sounds as Nolan forgets how to drink water*

Makarov: "What?"

Danny: "Nothin' don't worry about it." *Danny attempting to leave the room*

Makarov: "No no, you don't get to walk away. Daniel come here."

Nolan: "You're married?"

Makarov: "What do you mean by boyfriend?"

dou ever think nolan

All the time, saw a flower today and my first thought was "oh Nolan would look so pretty with that tucked into his gear..."

I wonder if this is how they get more people to join the cause, just send Nolan out to do his thing of being frustratingly adorable and then boom more people... Mr. Master at manipulation, all I saw was "aww he looks like a dog" and wanted to follow his ass everywhere...

#ask 📦

My Last of the bugs sweatshirt arrived today :3!

"You humans are curious.." Daniel sighs from where he sat at Makarov's desk, playing with one of Makarov's knives, the tip of the blade dug into the wood as he spun it, his boots up on the desk too as he leans back in the expensive leather chair. Makarov stares at the creature lounging in his office, how he got out of the cell he'd been keeping him in was a mystery he was eager to solve, but first he has to deal with the pissed off being currently carving ancient runes into his desk.

His voice didn't seem to come from him either, it sounded like it came from a speaker somewhere, the static crackling along with that old radio noise when you switch channels. The way his eyes focus on him with this predatory hunger only adds to the eerie feeling of dread that accompanies this thing. He wasn't human, he knew that the moment he'd met him. The way the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stood on end when he'd run right into him in the woods, miles from any civilization.

"You were human once, weren't you?" Makarov counters after collecting his bearings, this being had a way of disorienting him without doing anything, well anything he could see. It set him on edge, made him paranoid. Daniel's eyes reflect the light as he tilts his head to the side. He wondered if this was his true form or if this was just a disguise to blend in with the modern world, a natural predator adapting to be able hunt his prey easier, much like his prey had evolved to be able to sense his presence. He should have never taken him from those woods.

"Human?.. Possibly." Daniel stood from the desk with a certain grace that wasn't humanly possible, walking over to him. The way he moves set off all the alarm bells in his head, getting him to take a step back to avoid the hand reaching out to him. Daniel pausing, tilting his head again. "You're scared of me..."

"I wouldn't be if you'd tell me what you are." Makarov looks up into those eyes, he wanted to look away from them, hide from them but he kept eye contact. A cold hand is set on his cheek, a mock attempt at comfort that turned more threat as it slid to his neck, fingers pressing into that spot in his neck that makes the blood flow harder, making him lightheaded.

"Somethings from the old world should be left unknown..." Makarov stood there as he walks past him, leaving his office like he was never there to begin. Leaving him with a growing sense of fear, like he was being hunted by something he couldn't see. Difference was is that he could see him, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

my-dailydreams

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Kitty Danny fr fr

Having listened to Avenged Sevenfold before learning about CoD Zombs... After the scene at the beginning of Origins I can't listen to Shepherd Of Fire the same because my brain now goes "HELL YEAH ZOMBIES"

Ears ringing, hands shaking, breathing unsteady and uneven. Flinching, twitching, squirming at every little noise, every touch, every small seemingly insignificant thing. Except to him it was insignificant, it felt like life and death, like he was once again dragging himself out of the fires into someone's arms. He could feel the flames licking at his skin, the pain drove a strangled sob from his throat as he slides to the floor, fingers digging into the bath mat like they would have in dirt.

He couldn't hear the footsteps over the crackling, he couldn't hear the voices calling out for him telling him that he was ok. He wasn't ok, he was burning alive couldn't they see that? He grabs onto the hand that lands on his shoulder, then onto the arm, gasping for air but the smoke.. the smoke is so thick and he could taste it on his tongue. The arms wrap around him, pulling him into a chest, rocking him back and forth as he sobs and cries, trying to fight back against the flames swallowing him whole, his ears ringing louder. He was dying, he was dying.

Makarov held Danny against his chest, his hold on him tight. The younger man in his arms sobbing, his screams muffled by his now shirt. Danny had just gotten out of the shower, the steam still coming off of his skin in the cold air. He gently rocks him from side to side like his mother had done for him after he'd gotten out of that blasted prison, one tough night led to a breakdown much like this and she had held him close until he had calmed down. Danny didn't calm down, he continued until he passed out from either exhaustion or the pain he couldn't escape from.

Makarov sighs, picking him up carefully and carrying him over to the bed, setting him down and crawling over him to lay behind him, hugging him tightly, tucking his face into the back of his neck. Listening to the shakey breathing of his sleep. Nolan had come in at some point, settling down on the other side so Danny was sandwiched between them... safe and sound..

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