#…do birds count

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[isatartdump]

Before I go back to trying to stay awake for more than 6h; I was in the ISAT Telephone game!!! heh. Forgot to say which chain I was in. I'm from the "Loop surviving post loops" chain!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65501821/chapters/168602704 (for the entire chain. I am the last one so please read/see everyone else's work too)

Only the first one is somewhat cleaned I was dying while doing this one but I like it!!!!!!!!!

[starlingfawn]

slowly falls, slowly dies, slowly it crumbles right under my eyes

@jumalanpelko

[wundrousarts]

OMG….. Weaving as a giant hand reference in Nevermoor 👀

[oh-no-its-bird]

The biggest lie Naruto tells its audience is that you can be both a good person and a good shinobi.

[sunny-days-and-warm-mournings]

I can't stand myself bro why do I keep making unnecessarily overpowered OCs 💔 like tell me why I fr just made a dude who can summon any type of ordnance and artillery he wants 💔💔💔

Anyway this was from 2024 (from when I was still making up other versions of Tokoyami Fumikage from MHA and got overboard each time) and I think this was the inspiration for him lol

He does have a bird head like my boy Tokoyami but I guess he's (my OC) not really an OC for MHA but for a separate project in working on

I need to learn how to draw artillery real quick to capture his essence completely

[ferronickel]

Looking Glasses Page 100

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Completing the crime scene

Next page Monday November 18th (I'm going to be traveling at the time, so there's a small chance of delays)

[sheliesshattered]

when the murder follows you home

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Wouldn't squirrels be a really god observation morph? As I saw a page point out for Squirrel Girl, Squirrels are pretty much everywhere.

Yes! We see the Animorphs use squirrel that way a little in #35 and #4 — their dexterous "hands" and banality come in handy. That said, I don't know that squirrel nets a huge advantage over seagull or housefly.

Gulls are everywhere outside (it being a beach town) and seen as uninteresting as squirrels, BUT they're better able to escape, more known for approaching humans, and eaten by predators less often. Flies are more vulnerable BUT they're one of very few animals that can move around inside without humans killing, evicting, or even noticing them much of the time. Which is why we see gull or fly morph used in almost every book, more than any other group morphs except maybe raptor.

[aoifeart777]

Alright I’m gonna do this because I’m curious

[piratekane]

Kate pauses, the coffee pot titled over her to-go mug as the freshly-brewed dark roast starts to fill it. “Another undercover assignment? For both of us?” Lucy carefully takes the pot from Kate, leveling it off before all 8 ounces end up on the counter. “Cool, right? A joint undercover operation. Thelma and Lousie, teaming up to take on the bad guys.”

i do, you do, we do - the imagined opening and closing scenes of NCIS: Hawai'i season 3, episode 4 (aka The Newlyweds episode).

[mythtiide]

guys what if they kissed….. and held hands…… 💘

[citycrows]

I think that Megumi asking Yuuji to please save him was such an important part of the story and I wouldn't change it -

but I like to imagine an AU where Yuuji learns that Megumi died at Shibuya, learns how Megumi died and so he ends his self imposed exile to hunt that mf down, shake him by the collar and yell at him that "Your life is MY treasure too! It isn't solely yours and you had no right to gamble it away like that!"

Especially to Mahoraga of all people because Yuuji has met the guy and 0/10 would not recommend vibes were way off 0 value added from that encounter.

[orykorioart]

From Jan 2021

If you put a dragon before me I am already a fan, but to make that dragon a badass rogue and a lesbian? I am forever in love 😩✌️.

+extra sketch from Sep 2022

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

I wouldn't mind huffing Ga- (gunshot)

anons snorting Gay in my inbox.. stay safe

[buggy1999]

Uh, so I wrote some more!! Someone suggested that I do something between Benvolio and Mercutio so erm (this is starting to be like really fun so let me know if you wanna see more)

…

★★

Last night was like a dream.

Romeo could only remember a few things every time they met. The feeling of her skin, her delicate fangs in his neck, the feeling of his warm blood dribbling down to his collarbone, and her scent. She smelled of roses. His eyes opened to this smell; Romeo slowly sat up, feeling pain in his neck , his fingers delicately brushing along the two puncture wounds made by her fangs, his heart racing at the sensation. But as much as he wanted to indulge in this moment, the rising sun wouldn’t allow it. Romeo reluctantly picked himself from his bed, changing into his usual attire of a collared shirt and black pants, occasionally glancing at the tie and coat that were hanging off his chair. He dreaded wearing those two. Romeo looked at himself in the mirror while he did his tie, the tie held a stranglehold over his neck making it hard to breathe, and with each button he did on his coat, his body felt heavier and heavier.

As His boots made loud, exhaustive, familiar steps down the stairs, The scent of roses faded away as if the petals themselves slipped past his fingers and replacing the was the smell of garlic and the sound of a sizzling pan. He could hear banter slowly fill his ears as he made his way through the darkened hallway.

(“I think putting the birdfeeder was a good idea.”

“I did not.”

“You did, don’t lie! It’s in your room.”

“It’s hanging over my window.”

“So you admit it?”)

warm sunlight emitted from the kitchen as his eyes were greeted with the familiar sight of Mercutio and Benvolio. The two were already in uniform, with Benvolio working over the stove, his face turned away from the other two. Mercutio looked gorgeous even early in the morning, his long eyelashes fluttering as his gaze met Romeo’s. “Oh” Mercutio smiled, “good morning, Montague.” Benvolio didn’t say anything as Romeo shyly pulled up a chair to sit; his head hanging low in exhaustion.

“Where were we again?” Mercutio turned to Benvolio, “we were talking about birds” Benvolio replied.

“The bird feeder I think” Mercutio said, suddenly his gaze turned to the window, the sight of a dove flying sparking both Romeo and Mercutio’s interest. “Birds are strange…” Mercutio turned to Romeo, Romeo lifted his head, “why do you say that?”

“Take the Kiwi Bird for instance” Mercutio answered, pressing a finger to his lips. The two paused as quiet tapping overtook the room, their gazes landing on Benvolio who was making eggs. After a moment of awkward silence, Mercutio continued, “they’re so fragile, and yet it’s like their bodies are built to betray them, they’re forced to carry eggs twice their size”

Tap.

“And once that finishes, they’re left vulnerable and alone with immense responsibilities, like their family had only birthed them just so they can fill a purpose, a role.”

Tap.

“It’s tragic. The eggshell is often too tough for a chick to break, so they often die in the egg surrounded by painful comfort-“

Crack.

The two paused, glancing back at Benvolio who looked back at them, a broken eggshell in his hand. After a few minutes, Benvolio walked over to the table, placing a plate of eggs and garlic rice near Romeo and handing Mercutio a cup of coffee before pulling up a chair. The air was calm but tense, quiet but not peaceful. Steady, like the soft rumblings of the earth before an earthquake. This was a well lived experience for all three, who had gotten used to this feeling by now.

Benvolio broke the silence, his voice almost a husky whisper. “A vampire was found floating in the city’s river bank, clinging to a floating corpse. The city’s requested us to exterminate it.”

“A beautiful river tainted by blood…” Mercutio replied, “poetic isn’t it?”

Benvolio nodded silently. “Say,” Mercutio’s eyes suddenly lit up, “let’s have a day off soon, it’s getting too hot for us to be wearing these things.” He said, tugging at his Trenchcoat. “I can't,” Benvolio checked his wrist watch, “The morgue is liking with bodies”

“Benvolio Montague, always surrounded by death” Mercutio teased, his fingers making his way to Benvolio's face, flicking a part of hair that was always threatening to cover his eyes, “If you keep surrounding yourself with such misery, you’ll turn into a statue~” — Benvolio brushed mercutio’s hand away from his face, his mouth forming into a rare smirk. “We also have night duty again.” He said. “Mercutio leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in annoyance as he let out a sigh, “for the summer season you’d think we’d have more time on our hands. I hope you know that once we’re done with this task, me and Romeo are heading out.”

Romeo lifted his head in surprise, his voice quietly forming into a soft, “huh?”

“You can join us too if you want.” Mercutio smiled, you could see a spark in his eyes at the idea. Benvolio’s face was stone cold however, unwavering. Romeo’s stomach growled but he didn’t take the food. His eyes were weary and exhausted but he didn’t want to sleep. Wherever he wanted to be it wasn’t here. Or maybe it was? The cold but comforting feeling of disconnection, from being with your loved ones but none having the urge to speak. Maybe Romeo loved the coldness deep down. Coldness… the more he thought about it, the more he began to shy away from this coldness. And the more he thought, the more his dreary mind wandered, to her hands… to her eyes… and the rose scent paired with her cold delicate fingers….

“Montague, are you alright?” Mercutio suddenly asked. Romeo shot up, his face burning from the mix of emotions that just came over him. He tugged at his collar nervously, “yes of course” he answered swiftly, his words coming out in tired mumbles. “You look feverish.” Benvolio said. Mercutio reached his hand out towards him, wanting to feel his temperature, but a sense of unease crept along Romeo’s back at the thought of Mercutio getting anywhere near his neck. “I’m fine” Romeo swatted Mercutio’s hand away, both Mercutio and Benvolio tensed up. “I promise I’m fine.” Romeo repeated, his voice cold and limp like the very bodies their family dealt with. Suddenly the ticking of the clock became more apparent to the three of them, and Benvolio looked at his watch.

With ice in his voice, he simply said, ��it’s time. Let’s go.”