#sky writing

[lowkeloki]

Why, thank you. <seen in New York 8/23/2025>

[themissingmango]

Heyllo 😘

Plane Art Idea: a flying plane writing a message in the sky? [With or without mountain background]

Also, Megan, go for it and launch yourself into the TGBB challenge. 😘

Such a lovely idea that I wanted to save it for a Monday! Thank you, red!! 💖☺️ I’m looking forward to drawing for the Big Bang and, as you already know, I’ll be working on my own fic in the same time frame. I’ve really gotta get cracking on that actually 😅

[stimlanders-collection]

Boom Jet stimboard!

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[nightsky-blush]

Yandere Sorcerer x Princess Reader

Tw for yandere themes and some stalking elements

The kingdom has a royal sorcerer, and he’s getting on in age. He takes on an apprentice who will replace him. When the new, handsome apprentice arrives at the castle, you’re instantly interested in him. 

As the youngest princess, you have a little more freedom than your older siblings, and have time to visit the new apprentice. 

He’s tall and has a sharp jaw and cheekbones, dark hair that reaches his chin. He has deep brown eyes, elegant eyebrows and a soft, low voice. He's only a little older than you, and although he seems quiet and serious, he always smiles kindly at you. 

You've always been curious about magic, but never been allowed to learn it. He indulges your questions and lets you watch him work, and even teaches you a few simple charms as long as you keep it a secret. 

The two of you become good friends, but it's not long before he starts to feel more for you. You're smart and beautiful, and he can't help picturing you in his arms, even though as a princess, it’s impossible for you two to be together. There's no way your parents would let you marry below your station. 

But the longer he knows you, the less he can imagine letting you go. He uses scrying spells to watch you bathe, commands mice in the castle to bring him scraps of your clothing, laces your dreams with images of him. He can't help but imagine your soft body pressed against his, his long, thin fingers exploring every inch of your skin. 

So when your father reveals that he’s picked a husband for you, he flies into a panic. You belong with him, someone who truly knows and loves you, not some random royal who you’ll only marry for political reasons. 

He’ll do anything, even venture into dangerous dark magic, if it means the two of you can be together. 

And it seems like he might have to do just that. 

[nemfrog]

A hand with with wings holds a pen to write "socialism" on the sky. Light breaks through the clouds. The Masses. February 1912.

Internet Archive

[quackingcrow]

I just watched planes practice making hearts in the sky

[i2-xmf]

“March 6‚ 2007”

[true-equal]

“skywriter” (2004)