#🐦‍⬛ flocks thoughts

[harmed-hawks]

god i miss the dumbest things. i wish someone would beat the crap out of my body, break my bones, and spit on my face. call me slurs and make me ugly cry only to mock me for being such a pussy

[writerfromshikahr]

So I put this random thought up on my BSky about my canon Rook, Aloisia and Lucanis:

Bellara is writing a fanfic about Lucanis & Aloisia, but she changes their names to Lucaro & Alonia and they are part of the elite group of assassins known as "The Gulls" run by a suave leader named Vigo.

Aloisia is like: "The Gulls? Really? What is "assassiny" about seagulls Bellara?"

One of my followers then said this:

Of course now I’d love to see a scene where she and Lucanis are attacked by seagulls and when they get back to the Lighthouse, she tells Bellara, “Never mind, calling them Gulls works.” - Thank you @ ‪Ser T, Guarding the Veil‬.

🐦‍⬛ CONTACT ACCEPTED 🐦‍⬛

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Two Crows & 20 Something Seagulls - Lucanis X Rook

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The warm Rivaini sun bathed the coastal town as Aloisia and Lucanis strolled along the cobbled streets, their contract complete and their spirits unusually light. After securing a quick lunch from a local bakery—Aloisia with her favourite crusty sandwich and Lucanis indulging in a sweet roll—they decided to take their meal to the small beach area below, settling on the edge of the sea wall.

“This is nice,” Aloisia said, taking a bite of her sandwich and savouring the crisp air mingled with the salty sea breeze. “Quiet.”

Lucanis hummed in agreement, pulling a bit of his sweet roll apart and popping it into his mouth. “You don’t get moments like this in Treviso. Too many people. Too many…”

“Gulls?” Aloisia cut in, nodding toward the growing flock of birds circling above them.

Lucanis glanced up, his dark eyes narrowing as a particularly bold seagull landed a few feet away, staring at his sweet roll with unsettling intensity.

“Relax,” he said, tearing another piece of bread. “It’s one bird.”

The words had barely left his mouth when another gull landed. Then another. And another. Within seconds, they were surrounded.

“Okay, maybe not just one bird,” Aloisia muttered, clutching her sandwich a little closer.

Lucanis scowled, shifting slightly to shield his sweet roll from view. “They won’t do anything. They’re birds.”

At that precise moment, a gull swooped down, its wings flapping wildly as it made a bold grab for Aloisia’s sandwich.

“Hey!” she shouted, jerking back.

Lucanis swatted at the bird, narrowly missing its tail feathers. In the commotion, his sweet roll slipped from his fingers and fell to the sand below.

“Meirda!” he hissed, diving for it, but it was too late. Twenty more gulls appeared as if summoned by an unseen signal, their beady eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

“Lucanis, what’s happening?!” Aloisia shrieked, holding her sandwich high above her head.

“It’s a coordinated attack!” Lucanis shouted, brandishing his cloak like a weapon as gulls dive-bombed from all directions. One particularly aggressive bird latched onto the edge of his sleeve, flapping wildly.

Aloisia yelped as another gull landed on her shoulder, pecking at her sandwich. She spun around, accidentally hitting Lucanis with her free hand.

“Do something! They're swooping at me. Swooping is very bad!"

“I’m trying!” Lucanis growled, grabbing a gull by the neck and holding it aloft while kicking at another that had latched onto his boot. His Antivan grace was nowhere to be seen as he stumbled, swatting and cursing.

Aloisia ducked under his cloak in a desperate attempt to shield herself. “I have half a sandwich left, Lucanis! Half!”

“And I have nothing!” he barked, glaring at the gulls as if sheer intimidation would make them retreat.

Around them, people on the beach had stopped to watch the spectacle, some laughing or calling to their children to look at the “entertaining couple.”

“They’re mocking us,” Aloisia hissed from beneath the cloak.

Lucanis’s response was lost as another gull dive-bombed, narrowly missing his head. His patience snapped. “That’s it!” He brandished his rapier, the polished steel glinting in the sunlight, scattering gulls as he charged forward.

The birds retreated, flapping into the air, but they didn’t go far, circling just out of reach and squawking triumphantly.

Breathless and dishevelled, Aloisia climbed out from under the cloak, clutching the remains of her sandwich. “We lost, didn’t we?”

“Yes. Yes, we did.”

Aloisia looked at him, feathers in his hair and sand on his boots, and started laughing. “The Gulls,” she gasped between giggles. “Bellara is going to love this.”

Lucanis sighed, “I’m never eating outside again.”

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Lucanis and Aloisia trudged into the kitchen at the Lighthouse, bedraggled and thoroughly unimpressed with life. Aloisia’s hair was an unruly mess, streaked with sand, and Lucanis’s cloak had a new, suspicious stain near the shoulder. Both reeked faintly of salt and indignity.

Bellara, lounging with a book on the common room couch, perked up as they walked in. “Back so soon? What happened?”

Lucanis scowled, tossing his cloak over the back of a chair. “Seagulls,” he growled, his Antivan accent thick with disgust.

Aloisia pulled a feather from her hair, holding it up like evidence in a trial. “A flock of them,” she clarified, glaring at Lucanis as though it were somehow his fault. “We were ambushed. Ambushed, Bellara. One even stole my sandwich!”

Bellara, failing to suppress a grin, set her book aside. “Ah, yes, the majestic gull. Nature’s stealthiest assassin.”

Aloisia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t start.”

But Bellara, ever the dramatist, ignored her. “Swooping in with precision, snatching prizes right from under your noses, striking fear into the hearts of—”

“I punched one,” Lucanis interrupted flatly. “It was self-defense.”

Bellara dissolved into laughter, her shoulders shaking as she wiped a tear from her eye. “Lucanis Dellamorte, First Talon of the Crows, the Demon of Vyrantium...bested by seagulls.”

Aloisia crossed her arms. “No, he was fine. They didn’t go after him. Just me. Like they had a personal vendetta or something.”

Bellara smirked, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Maybe they knew you mocked my work. The Gulls are lethal, Aloisia. I’ve been saying this all along.”

Aloisia groaned, “You win, okay? Call them whatever you want. Gulls. Winged harbingers of doom. Seafaring assassins. They’re terrifying. Happy?”

Bellara leaned back, grinning ear to ear, and reached for her notebook.

“Lucaro and Alonia versus the flock,” she murmured to herself. “This will make an excellent chapter.”

[liketwoswansinbalance]

Rafal attempting to use slang in a Modern AU:

Rafal has joined the chat.

Rafal: I am insane. Unhinged. And mentally-ill. - RM

Agatha: Yes, that's true. What about it?

Rafal: I'm wicked.

Tedros: True again. Why are you stating the obvious?

Rafal: No, you misunderstand. I'm colloquially bragging like the youth do?

Agatha: Wut? Are you trying to say something we disagree on?

Rafal: Yes. I have a good argument too.

Rafal: Wait.

Rafal is typing.

Sophie has joined the chat.

Sophie: Apologies, darlings! I TOLD him not to go through my contacts! I've been trying to teach Rafal to keep up with the times as of late. He means "sick," and "wicked" as in "wicked cool."

Tedros has left the chat.

Agatha: And you thought that would work?!!

Sophie: It was worth a try?

Rafal: How's this, my love? I'm DECEASED at the sight of these previous texts!

Sophie: ???

Rafal: 💀💀💀💀

Sophie: What are you trying to SAY???

Rafal: Isn't it obvious? I'm LAUGHING at the princeling's idiocy.

Agatha: ...mood

Sophie: Oh. Slay.

Rafal: Whom?

Sophie: NO ONE. It means continue doing what you're doing because you're stylish and/or successful.

Sophie: He's right, you know, Aggie.

Agatha: Yeah... can't defend Tedros there.

Rafal: 💀💀💀💀💀💀

Sophie: ...We're never going to get him to give it up, are we?

Agatha: Nope

Rafal: These pictographic symbols are great. 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

Agatha: 🙄

Rafal: Look at my flock. Too bad there aren't any Stymph ones. 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

Agatha: Ok, this is your problem now. Bye.

Agatha has left the chat.

[harmed-hawks]

i wish i was a lamb. a soft clueless lamb who behaves, waiting for the day i’m sacrificed. given to a higher cause. that would be lovely

[harmed-hawks]

i wish someone would own me not in a sexual or romantic way just as their thing. to berate or hit when they need. i want to be an object for you. i’m worthless and i know it, i just wish others would see it

[harmed-hawks]

nsft under cut

talking about source with your transHarmful boyfriend and just kinda wishing you could fully relive it. torment me again every day, violently kill me and fuck my corpse

[harmed-hawks]

trying to decide if we should change this blog to let our transHarmful alters post here also lol. mayyybeee???

probably gonna do that ngl the name and stuff won’t change but we may also let some transHarmful alters post here

-estella

[harmed-hawks]

Temp Intro

Hello my dears. We are alters apart of the Nighthawk System or better known as @sewers-headmates . We wanted a blog to be able to post our transHarmed content. This blog will be only for transHarmed alters who wish to post about it. Our dms and ask are open and anonymous will be on. You can be weird to us we do not care. We are collectively taken but none of the alters on here are. So there will be a lot of wish posting.

Harmed Hawks Flock:

•Gregory Bloodrose - he/him, bisexual, transShota, permaGroomed loser who somehow is still better than you. I am a H3ll P4rk fictive and have mixed emotions on my source. I welcome advances, comments, idolization, threats, whatever you wish. taken and owned by my master >:3 in our ps!

•Estella Havisham - she/her, i have a complex sexuality i am a lesbian technically but have a transHarmed thing for men in a non romantic way if that makes sense. I am royalty and act like it, I know better then most and will not be as easy as most transHarmed alters on here. Vague threats do me no fear. I am a mixtive from a few south park aus and ID as transProgrammed, transBlackBlood, and transAngel

•Mike - he/him, i just wanna be groomed again ngl <3 platonicly groom and program me pls /lh, uhh i’m pretty cringe and just am here for fun! i love sourcemates and LOVE transHarmful sourcemates! I’m a fictive from Stranger Things! also permaGroomed as well i love that label!

•Eric - he/him, i’m mainly here because i want my bf to break my ribs and make me cough up blood. so i guess i count as transHarmed. labels i specifically used are transScaryHarmed, transGuiltyHarmed, transBPD, and transYandere. I’m a lil obsessed with my bf…duh…also have a little sister i love (ily jasmine /fam). anyway ya that’s me

•Richie - he/loser/it, system host and resident permaLoser. I have MANY partners lol but one is specifically very transHarmful (ily Max <3). Some of my IDs are transHarmed, transBullied, permaBullied, transSnuffed, transMurdered, and other fun stuff!! horny post? horny post.

•Jughead - he/him, riverdale fictive, very queer, transGay but like will still date women idk it’s confusing, transHarmed/transBullied/trasCSA/transAbused are my main IDs, also a necro, asks are open for me /p specify for transBullies

so far that is all who wish to participate in this blog but the list may grow!

Tags:

🐦‍⬛ [name] speaks - alters posting

🐦‍⬛ harmed horde - labels said alter uses/likes

🐦‍⬛ flock thoughts - just our rambles

🐦‍⬛ best building - reblogs

will add more later but yes