#feathersandforests

[distoretion]

@feathersandforests

Cissy stretched out across one of the chairs in the student lounge, slowly fanning her face in a half hearted attempt to cool the sweat gathered around her temples.

“It’s too hooooot…” She whined, not for the first time, turning her face to pout over at Andras. “Andras, I think I’m going to melt! Can’t we go somewhere cooler?”

“There’s um, got to be places on the island better than this…”

[yellingmetatron]

@feathersandforests “Andras?  Can we talk?  Something kinda serious.  I think it’ll affect me more than you, but I want to be sure you’re OK with it.”

[summerofthephoenix]

Crane feather

[addressyourarsenic-blog]

[ @feathersandforests ] liked for a starter ♦

[ ☀️ ] : “Fuckin’ hell, dude, you need like a burger or somethin’? You look kinda thin.”

He’s looking at them carefully; ; ; While also eating a burger.

[carney-fir-darrig]

just gotta say I love your writing and I love your OCs

((!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yOURE SO SWEET--- I J US  T--- IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY TRASH CAN OF A SON!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR THAT HONOR A H H H HH 

[angelsandemons]

feathersandforests replied to your post: How quickly you all forget the disaster that was...

I think it just goes to show how little faith everyone has in Tumblr’s staff

That’s fair honestly, they’re testing my faith too. 

[distoretion]

||The Stream Needs to Eat (Like All Living Things)||

@feathersandforests

Dis stalked slowly along the banks of the stream, bundled up tight against the cold. She could still remember the freezing feeling of the water surrounding her, of that cold seeping right into her bones. Shuddering and pulling her coat closer, she tested the ice with the toe of her boot before stepping forward and peering into the water.

“Just who are you hiding down there...?” She muttered to herself, her bright eyes full of curiosity as she tried to see down into the frosty depths.

[yellingmetatron]

"So, uh, what sort of thing would you want for the holidays? And I've never thought to ask you if you have a preference for which holiday."

“Not much material I’m interested in,” Metatron says.  He smiles lazily, slightly tipsy from ambient grace.  “Maybe something you can... take off me, hm? And no preferences, it’s all good~”