I Am Stuck In An Art Studio Overnight Because Of The Storm…….

NEIL FUCKING GAIMAN I AM IN YOUR GODDAMN WALLS

would you like the good stuff (chapter 2)

[Tres Hory Boys make an appearance!! (sorta) I got like 5 of the birds so far, and the other two are deffo gonna have a major role, but probably next chapter. I have no idea where I'm going with this story, but I love it, so yeah, enjoy!!!!]

Kravitz slowly regained feeling. He wished he hadn't. He couldn't remember much of last night other than he met Lucas again, they discussed strategies, and then he took a sip— oh. So that's why he came back.

That was the only thought he could muster in his semi-unconscious mind before pain woke him up. The air stung against his wound. He didn't believe it until he reached back and felt the stumps of where his wings were. Thoughts flashed through his mind so quickly that he couldn't finish them.

They all revolved around Lucas.

After about an hour of trying to steady his mind to find a spell— any spell— he remembered the first one he ever cast. Grabbing a nearby twig, with pain searing at the stretched cuts, he made it grow into a staff.

Digging his new tool into the dirt, he pushed himself up. He stumbled a few steps forward before sliding onto a rock to rest. He knew he couldn't stay here. After a few quick breaths and determination, he stood up, leaning on the wood like it was his lifeline, and started to stagger into the woods.

He didn't know how long it took to get him to his nest, but he almost collapsed from exhaustion. Kravitz remembered why he came here and sloppily knocked over scrolls until he found a healing one. He unfurled it while black dots started to grow at the edges of his vision. With one look at the symbol, he traced it on his palm then reached towards his back.

Kravitz sharply sucked in his breath, then exhaled when the pain subdued. He decided now was the time to take that rest.

The last thought he had before falling into a day-long sleep was revenge.

———

Lucas had brought Kravitz’s wings to the king. He didn't know why he couldn't end everything there and then, but something at the back of his mind convinced him that doing that would end with a worse situation— for whose side, he didn't know.

He was, as promised, married into royalty, then became King when the previous passed away a few days later. Although Lucas had a wife, he pursued his studies rather than acquainted with her. He was more well-known for staying in his laboratory than running the kingdom. Most decisions were passed onto the Queen, so everything ran smoothly and without much change for the time being.

In the experimentation chambers during those years, no one checked on the King’s work, because the King had attained absolute authority.

That was their first mistake.

———

Kravitz grew stronger both physically and magically. He didn't need to lean on his staff anymore, even if he still kept it around, and found himself studying spells more often than not. He was searching for a spell that he forgot the name of, but knew it was the one thing he needed most.

He was talking his daily stroll to rest his mind and improve his stamina, all that good stuff, when he heard distressed calls. It came from two ravens, one under a net, and another trying to get the first free. Kravitz only took a second to spot the largest threat, a human with a spade. It seemed like he was trying to hit both of the birds, but kept on missing when the untangled one pulled the stuck one out of the way.

Kravitz found the spell.

He raised his staff and watched as black mist swirled around the two ravens. Their limbs grew in length and their feathers either shrunk into their skin or fused into clothes. He let them decide their own appearances, he wasn't that cruel, and was faced with an intimidatingly tall woman with a black feathered cloak tied to a regal dress, and a smaller than average man with a dark red suit and black shirt.

“Not what I expected,” Kravitz said looking at their chosen forms once the human ran away.

“Yeah, uh, what the fu—”

“We are grateful for your assistance— I might have not gotten him out in time.”

“Don't sweat it, but I do need a favor,” he skipped straight to the point.

“Of course.” The taller being wore a raven’s skull, but under that, Kravitz knew the all-business gaze she held, for he had the same one.

“Okay, so wait, are we just going to ignore—” The smaller one started.

“It's a spell and it's reversible, but, like I said, I need to ask something of you.”

He narrowed his eyes at Kravitz.

“Look, I’m sure you know of the neighboring kingdom. I need you two to be my eyes and my wings,” He held both of their gazes.

“I assume we're going to transform into birds again?” She asked.

“I wouldn't hold you in an uncomfortable form,” He tipped his head down and rested both of his hands on top of his staff.

“So we’re going to be spies?” The smaller one said dully.

“In a sense, yes. I know it's a little late now, but may I ask for your names?”

The two glanced at each other, somewhere between confused and thoughtful.

“You can make one if you need to,” He reassured.

“If that's so, I’ll be Queen,” She said with a hint of a smile.

“Darn, okay, uh. What do you think, Queen? I’m leaning towards something starting with a ‘D’,” He used exaggerated hand motions, getting a feel for his new form.

“Davenport?” Queen suggested.

His face lit up at the suggestion, “Perfect.”

“Will you take my offer?” Kravitz held out a hand.

They glanced at each other and each shook his hand.

“It’s good to get that out of the way. You can call me Kravitz.”

———

“Should we report this?” Davenport squawked to Queen when he met her on the castle’s wall.

She didn't look up from the throne room’s window. “It doesn't seem right.”

Davenport shrugged his wings, “I mean, we can always lie to him—”

Queen looked up, “No— what? No. I mean, the Queen hasn't changed any schedules or skipped any meetings, but then a child comes into the equation? It seems suspicious. I don't know though, maybe it's a human thing. They don't wait on their young to hatch— they just come into existence. Or maybe the King took care of them in her place? No, they would need to switch positions… right? Humans are weird.” Her gaze trailed back on the Queen.

“I’m pretty sure they're not birds, Queen.”

She looked back at him, “Yes, I know. They're humans.”

“No, I meant— okay, you know what. Sure,” Davenport spread his wings, “I’ll report this to Kravitz,” and lifted off.

———

Hiii I found the rock that looked like it was bitten and finally painted it

It looks so much like a soap I love it

Also we havent talked in a long while I think, how are you doing?

SOAP BITE ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thats so me core.. u need to make a shrine to it now

And ur right 💪 I spent my entire summer pulling all nighters because I had required summer studio classes that sent 3 people to the ER 💪💪💪

But yknow we vibin 💥 AND I got sucked into gravity falls now so I will continue to explode about that as I still pull all nighters for regular fall semester studio classes

FUN FACT

i have recently upgraded from a normal large mug of tea to enormous. i almost spilled it the first time i tried it. it barely fits my coaster.

am i making a social media au of the pairing that got me and my s/o together in which the plot of said au reflects our actual love story because it’s such an insane series of events that it would seem that it’s fan fiction in and of of itself, but no, these were true events—

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yes i am.

(toh lumity social media au with some spicy secret identity, falling in love, a Smidge of angst, and a final smoomch at prom. it’s going to be beautiful.)

BESTIE U SKIPPED THE SASHANNE GAY MESS KISS FKWBXKFNCJ

ALSO PLS WHOEVER IS INTERESTED ASK ABOUT THIS AU CUZ OH BOY WE HAVE A LOT TO SAY-

PLEASE I COULDN’T FIT EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ITS BEEN 2+ HOURS OF JUST PURE WRITING

ALSO YES SASHANNE GAY MESS:

Silkrider finally warmed up to Spider after she realized the other wasn’t actually interested in dating Anne—the two met when The Spider saved Anne and she asked for a photograph, and it just escalated. The two vigilantes clarified that neither were predators, they were just trying to defend the civilian from the other’s “wrong intentions,” but it was all a misunderstanding. So with Anne safe, and the start of a new friendship with the Spider, things were looking up.

Until Anne got into danger. This journalism photography is gonna be the death of her. Silkrider saved Anne, safely dropping her down from the roof before taking care of the villain. Hah, Spider never even had the chance to show up. She went back to check on her friend and realized she was staring, jaw dropped.

Silkrider pulled her mask up to speak clearer from five stories away. She huffed and leaned on the ledge, “What? Not gonna take any amazing photos of the incredible Silkrider? Or is that honor reserved for The Spider.”

“Uh... I dropped my camera up there.”

She checked behind her—and yes, it was definitely on the roof. Damaged. “Hey—you’re Anne, right?” She called to the alleyway below.

“Yes...?”

Silkrider tethered a web to a balcony and slowly lowered herself down, holding the camera close to her chest, “Well, sorry Anne, I think the lense is broken.” She handed it over as gently as she could.

“Oh no—this was so expensive!” Anne started to freak out, “It’s not even mine! The Daily Bugle lent it to me—I can’t have broken it!”

Silkrider grabbed her shoulder, snapping her out of her rambling. “Hey, I know a place where they repair cameras like these. I could have it fixed for you—I mean, if you’re okay with that.”

Anne stared at her with wide eyes, “Uh. Yeah. I mean—yes please. Thank you.”

Silkrider gave her a small smile. Anne leaned in.

It was an awkward upside down crashing of lips, but as Anne shoved the camera into Silkweaver’s hand and ran out the alley with a very bright blush glowing on her face, Sasha could only think it was the best kiss she ever had.

Me: do this homework that's two and a half essays long and due tomorrow since you won't have enough time.

Also me: hey look at this cool thing—

pLEASE I WANT THIS SO MUCH

W I G G L Y

his best quality: his wiggles

WHAT HAPPENED TO SOUTH DOWNS.