#Darkest Dungeon Birds

[birdyverdie]

what bird do you imagine Reynauld as and why? :}

Ahaha!!!! thanks for making it easier for me to answer Coffee ;;

Reynauld is a tough case! He's not as easily summarizeable as Dismas imo so I had to pick and choose what characteristics to focus on, I had to do a lot of research on this one! ;;

My go-to instinct is to assign him as a Harpy Eagle, since they're a big bird and their plumage kinda fit the whole grey-armor thing. But they're decently calm tempered and even friendly sometimes, and their hunting style is too static--since they perch-hunt--and that doesn't particularly match what I had in mind for Reynauld. In fact, I think it fits more of Baldwin's or even Barristan's style (I'll think on that a bit more later).

I think with Reynauld's army background he'd be comfortable around people, therefore flocks. He's also a pretty confident guy who speaks his mind as an unshakable leader. (Haha) Which means he would have the audacity of the larger and more daring birds of prey. (Sorry Kites and Falcons! Some of y'all are audacious tho!)

In game, he has the second highest HP, so I was thinking a fairly tough bird like the Golden Eagle. However, the Crusader is a generalist class. You can place him nearly anywhere and he can provide some sort of benefit, and he doesn't particularly have a specific niche. So I took that flexibility into account.

In conclusion, I think I'll assign him a Swainson's Hawk. Swainson's hawks are migrants and form flocks. Their flying and hunting style are incredibly varied, ranging from perch-hunting, hovering, and even ground hunting! They're also not that fast for a hawk, and some describe their terrestrial hunting style to be fairly clunky: reminiscent to his in-game slow speed.

I also took aesthetic into account. Unfortunately, finding grey or blue hawks that matched the above characteristics is fairly difficult. So the closest thing I found that kinda matched did end up being Swainson's Hawk. I'm thinking specifically the light morph rather than the dark morph because I like to think of the dark head as a helmet, red-ish breast as his holy symbol, and the rest in an armored variety ;;

Another incredibly fun thing about these hawks is that they're opportunistic feeders, which means that they sometimes participate in kleptoparasitism. Isn't that a little perfect?

[carbonmoth463]

[darkestdungeonmonth]

5 days!

[joz-yyh]

Thinking about bounty hunter raising chickens; talking so nicely to his "girls" while gathering their eggs, feeding them and holding them tightly in his arms. 🐣 (His favorite hen's name is, "Damian" just to make things more confusing when the real flagellant is around. 🐔💕)

[jax-ln-the-box]

Good morning (it is 7pm)

I have Bird Wife (ft dild)

This is Somneri. They're a Darkest dungeon oc.

I cannot enjoy things normally.

[wormdramafever]

Goodbye Volcano High got 3 Honorable Mentions at the Independent Games Festival (IGF)!!!!

Excellence In Narrative, Excellence In Visual Arts, and Seumas McNally Grand Prize!!

[kjjooce]

Hiya!! Just wanted to drop by and say hi, thanks for saying hi on my post and for being up for talking about dd with me:-D

Do you have any particular headcanons that you really like for Paracelsus? I love that she's such a popular little guy over here on tumblr (I can also relate to being a goblin + shrimp posture) -- or any unpopular opinions that you adamantly stand by for her?

ya i like drawing that strange bird lady. i got into dd thru a friend who told me i look like her so i had to do digging ↕️🙂↕️🙂

my headcanon is that shes lowkey ripped. have y seen her model. why does she have so much muscle definition. same type of ripped as artists online u expect to be scrawny but turns out shes shredded

[angrybatart]

Forever to remain in Unfinished Hell. (This piece, anyway...)

Kept seeing winged characters, so I sketched Azor with wings. With intentions of adding someone doing the opposite of his suggestion just because it seemed funny. I might do more for fun later, but winged Azor is not canon.

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

man Darkest Dungeon is just Lobcorp but like gothic instead of kabbalah

[bespectacled-bookwyrm]

Flagellant: That’s a crazy idea.

Flagellant: Insane.

Flagellant: It doesn't make sense.

Plague Doctor: You'll do it?

Flagellant: Of course.

[katyawriteswhump]

The power of love, part 10 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near-death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 11 Part 12

Contains mild kink (under-negotiated and going slightly wrong—all for plotty purposes, honest!)

(also on AO3 here)

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Steve POV continued

“You sure about this, Stevie?”

“What part of ‘let’s do this’ do you not get?” 

Steve unwinds himself from Eddie. He peels his sweater over his head then glances down at the bandages… Screw it, can’t think about it now.

“Damn,” breathes Eddie, apparently drooling too hard to care. “I totally dreamed about this, when I luuuuurved to hate you. Okay, hate is kinda overkill but—”

“Yeah, I was a douche. Blah, blah, blah.” Steve shivers lightly, pitches the sweater at Eddie, who totally fails to catch it. “If this is some freak show revenge kink—”

“Wasn’t like that—seriously, you have no idea. It was, uh…” Eddie ventures closer. Under the quivering beams of the flashlight, his dark eyes seem impossibly large and liquid. “I used to watch you in the pool—you were so disgustingly squeaky clean. I wanted to drag you into the deepest, darkest recesses of my dungeon-master mind and, ahem…”

“I needed bringing down a peg?” Steve gets right in Eddie’s face.

“Not even that.” Eddie’s deadly serious. “Just wanted you aaaaall for myself.”

Steve smirks—best way to disguise the candy-ass swirl of butterflies in his belly—then steps back and spreads his arms. “I’m all yours. Knock yourself out.”

Eddie gets some rope, hooks it over a high beam, and climbs on a crate to fasten it in place. He then plants a palm on Steve’s bare chest, backing him up against a wooden post. Steve smirks harder than ever, if only to distract himself—and Eddie—from the heart hammering insanely beneath Eddie’s hand. Jesus Christ, don’t think! Focus on the hotness.

Eddie reaches up to grab one end of the rope, loop it around one of Steve’s wrists. Steve tugs himself free: “You do know what you’re doing here, right?”

“Believe me, my uncle is worse than any overgrown boy-scout leader. Not sure he taught me knots and shit for exactly these purposes, but… anyhoo.”

“Okay. Got one condition. You get shirtless too.”

Eddie’s grin makes Steve ache in all sorts of fun places. “Guess I can indulge you, Babe.”

“Babe? I was a brat five minutes ago. Make yer mind up.”

Eddie flips the bird, turns away and strips. Steve lolls against the post, despite longing to drag his tongue over every salty inch of Eddie’s torso. Jesus, he never knew he had a shoulder and back kink, because… Gnnng! And those tats, stark against Eddie’s pale skin? As Eddie turns back, Steve drinks them all in. Even the goddamn bats, which should be scary as hell these days, are beyond intoxicating, and seem to dance and spin and…

“Ready now?” Eddie grabs the rope.

Steve fakes a yawn. “Getting old waiting, Munson.” 

“You really are a brat, you know that? C’mon, gimme your hand.”

Eddie ties Steve’s right wrist with a loopy, hitchy knot. He tugs another part of the rope, suspending Steve’s wrist in the air above him.

“How ya doing, big boy?” Eddie grazes his fingers, feather-light, down the light stubble on Steve’s cheek.

“Never better.” 

Steve swallows hard, offers Eddie his other hand. The exquisite concentration on Eddie’s face, the tip of pink tongue at the corner of his mouth, is hilarious. Eddie’s half-naked body is totally smokin’, and yet…

Steve’s eyes drift closed. Those butterflies in his stomach are fast transforming into a horde of angry wasps. He’s had his hands tied before, by the Soviets and… Dammit, is this really distracting him from anything? I DIED IN 1978. I DIED! His breaths come faster, shallower. Nevertheless, he bites his lip against asking Eddie to stop, to slow down even. Don’t spoil this, Harrington.

“Stevie, you sure you’re okay?”

As soon as his gaze meets Eddie’s, Steve’s anxiety fades a little, and he nods. He tugs lightly at Eddie’s handiwork, now complete, and a snigger he genuinely feels tugs the corner of his lips. While the ropes don’t dig in, he doesn’t think he could easily yank himself free.

Okay, this is definitely kinda hot. Like the channel of air between their bare chests, which honestly, steams like a sauna. He’s always been in control in sexual relationships, always taking the lead. Lately, yeah, it’s felt kinda dull almost, as if he’s been going through the motions. Now, his nerves still jangle, but simply losing himself again in Eddie’s soulful eyes, he’s getting a goddamn semi. He peeps down, and the strain at Eddie’s fly suggests he’s suffering the same.

“What you gonna do next, Munson?” he husks.

“Stevie, I… I…” Eddie steps back, plows all eight fingers deep into that lush hair. “Seriously, now I got you like this, I have no clue, other than I want to kiss you so bad.”

“I want that so bad too.” 

Eddie kisses his own knuckles, dusts them across Steve’s lips, setting Steve squirming, keening even. His heart and his every goddamn fibre strain madly toward Eddie. Then an unexpected rumbling noise clamps those same fibres super-tight.

“Fuck!” Eddie’s half-lidded eyes stretch wide. “More choppers?” 

“No… No. Sounds like a truck or something.”

“How?”

“Robin said there was a track, remember? Shit, shit, shit! Turn the flashlight off. Now.”

Eddie obeys. Pitch darkness slams down. “Fine,” says Steve, struggling to keep it together. “You gotta untie me, man.”

“Right. Yeah.”

Cold sweat carves rivulets down the back of Steve’s neck, soaking the hair as his nape, while Eddie fumbles at the rope. Eddie’s frantic, singsong voice unsettles Steve further: “Nooooo. Can’t see what I’m doing.”

“You tied the dumb things? How hard can it be!”

“Stop struggling. You’re making the knots tighter.” 

“Oh.” Steve hadn’t realized he was doing that. “Sorry. Sorry.”

Eddie switches the flashlight back on. 

“Are you insane?” hisses Steve.

“Not the expert I thought I was, okay? I’m gonna have to slice them. Don’t wanna slice you.” Eddie retrieves a flick-knife from his back pocket, starts hacking above Steve’s right wrist. “Aaaaargh! You blunted this thing slashing your way through that goddamn jungle.”

“Somebody had to carve a path for you two great wusses. Just… Don’t be a klutz.”

“Aaaaah, I suck at this, Stevie. I don’t like this. I don’t like this.”

Neither does Steve. An engine revs and grinds, waaaay too close. “Turn the stupid light off. Go! Warn Robin. She’s a heavy sleeper.”

“But—”

“DO IT!” Steve’s furious desperation hits home. Eddie kills the flashlight, leaving Steve tethered by the wrists. Totally helpless.

Calm down, calm down. Focus, Harrington. Free yourself and then you can help them.

He grits his teeth, tugs again at the ropes. They simply bite deeper into his flesh. Nevertheless, Eddie has sawed partially through the rope above his right wrist. He throws everything into that, shoulder and biceps burning, until…

Snap.

His right wrist flies free, and he slumps forward into the darkness. Which makes the bonds around his left wrist snare super-tight, like he was caught in an animal trap.

Ooow! Oh great, just great.

He staggers upright to slacken the remaining rope, gives it a single strenuous tug then pulls short, gasping. At this rate, he’s gonna squeeze his own goddamn hand off.

He hears murmured voices—Eddie? Robin? Two beams of dusky white light streak through the small windows of the cabin—headlamps!?! 

His increasingly feeble struggles dry up. Whoever is coming is nearly here, and he wants to punch something, to kick something. Anything! He’d do anything to protect Eddie and Robin. Anything… Anything.

Giddiness swirls through his body like a mist. He’s nearly bent double, before the wrench through his shoulder revives him. Ow, Jesus! He scrambles to find his footing, to lighten the burden on his shoulder socket, though he’s still light-headed, his chest tight and shuddering. Are the army here? Have Robin and Eddie been taken? Oh God, oh God!

Something that feels like a mini lightning-storm consumes his brain, echoed by a deafening clap of thunder, and then…

Nothing.

…

Eddie POV

Eddie dips around the wavering beams of the slowly approaching headlights. He dashes into the bunkroom, where Robin is asleep.

In the gloom, he grabs her shoulder, shakes her. “Robin!” 

“Mind the kittens… Huh? Shit, sorry, dreaming. What the—”

Eddie flattens his hand over her mouth. “Someone’s coming,” he hisses.

“Shit-birds, what do we…” Robin sits up, slides to her feet. Her attention swings to Steve’s empty bunk. “Where is he?”

“Long story. Listen, you gotta run. Now. Hide.”

“Where? There’s only one way out.” Her arms flap everywhere. “Where’s Steve, Eddie?” 

“Gonna get him. Come on!”

They sidle out of the bunkroom, keeping tight to the cabin and the shadows. The revs from the vehicle are hard-by. “Hide in the trees,” says Eddie. “Go.”

“Not without Steve! Where is… Oh my God, oh my God.” 

Two headlight beams dazzle, as the vehicle enters the camp. A few fleeting heartbeats later, lightning forks across the sky, echoed by a deafening thunderclap. As Eddie and Robin charge deeper into the shadows, the heavens literally crack apart and a wall of rain slams down. Eddie sprints for the cabin where he left Steve, already soaked to the skin, no idea if Robin followed.

“Steve?” he whispers. “Steve! Shit! Shiiiiit!” Blundering in the dark, he discovers Steve’s completely out of it, dangling limply from one wrist. Eddie’s clumsily bracing his weight, when a flashlight sets him squinting, and a large figure blocks the doorway.

It’s all over.

Somebody roars, “What the hell is going on?” 

It sounds like Chief Hopper.

Eddie’s so stunned that he almost lets Steve drop. Fortunately, Hopper is already there—or, at least, some tall, lean, mean-looking dude that resembles him. Whoever he is, he gets his arms around Steve, while elbowing Eddie out of the way.

“Eddie? What? Why? What did you do to him? How could you? HOW COULD YOU?” Robin, holding the light, sounds ten times angrier than the thunder.

“It… uh, it wasn’t like that.” Eddie wrings his sopping hair. “I can explain?”

“Save it, Munson,” mutters the Hopper-look-alike, who’s already produced a vicious-looking blade and is hacking Steve free. Then he scoops one arm under Steve’s knees, and with a grunt, he picks him up.

“You got beds somewhere?” asks Hopper. Robin nods, before leading the way out into the easing rain.

Part 11

tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

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[birdyverdie]

if we asked about leper, we can't leave his royal jester behind! do you have any feeling about what bird would Sarmenti be? ^^

Hi hi Coffee!! It's bird time! :> Sarmenti is fairly straight forward, since he's already a bit of a songbird! And I was going to call him a songbird too, until I took a bit more of his menace side in mind. Sarmenti's a wildcard, and an incredibly flexible character, with two main play-styles related to him: the back support, or a front glass canon. His Solo skill paired with his Finale makes him a huge damage-dealer, and his Battle Ballad with Inspiring Tune makes his teammates so much more efficient. He has the highest dodge in the game, but pretty low HP, but thankfully, some of his trinkets and move-set allows him to dance in the face of death like a true jester! In terms of his personality, he's revels in mockery and sarcasm, his jokes a definite hit-or-miss, and he's honestly a bit of a prick. (I love him though!) He's an avid risk-taker and fairly morbid, laughing at everyone's impending mortality at one moment, and in the next turns around and plays a silly little tune to inspire everyone. A definite menace. So I think he would pair well as a Scarlet Macaw!

A part of the True Parrot species, Scarlet Macaws are incredibly playful and sassy parrots, known as being temperamental and fairly destructive as pets. A hard bird to take care of, and they tend to bully other birds sometimes, even if they're a part of their flock. Macaws are able to mimic voices and sounds around it. Their caws are very loud and powerful, and sometimes sounds as if they're laughing! They can mimic simple words, songs, and some have been recorded to actually understand the words they mimic. A very well-versed bird in the art of language :> They're also a very intelligent and social bird, who thrives in attention of other flock members, and sometimes use tools to be able to forage for nuts and seeds. I kinda associate this to how Sarmenti revels in performance and plays his lute ;; These birds are very agile in the air, and their main mechanism of defense is to fly away, however, if threatened, they pull out all stops: biting, scratching, hitting with their wings. Very audacious, especially when confronted with much larger birds like hawks. Definitely shows the skill of his Dirk Stab or Harvest. Despite being a prey animal and omnivorous, do not underestimate their beak. It's strong enough to cleanly bite your finger off! (Tyrant's Finger-bone, anyone?) Thank you again for the ask Coffee!! It's very very fun :>

[iwasgoodtoyoumikey]

I really liked your Darkest Dungeon aesthetics!!!! Do you do requests? If u do, could you do the Plague Doctor?

Thank you regardless!! 🫂

Thanks a lot! Of course, I really like this baby bird.

[auspex]

ranking my current and former special interests

NOTES: this is not a tier list of everything i like. in fact there are several things i spent more time on and liked just as much that aren't on this list, but i can feel when i become Abnormal about something and it becomes a special interests. explanations under the cut

from this i learned i need more special interests that aren't media, but at least my current special interest, WoD, encourages me to be creative... unfortunately i also cannot pick my special interests T_T

in text form:

S: Birds

A: World of Darkness, Mitski

B: A Song of Ice and Fire (book series); Star Wars; Maoism (plaese read explanation lmao); Animal Crossing; Darkest Dungeon; Puella Magi Madoka Magica; Portal

C: Binding of Isaac, Yuri on Ice

F: Homestuck, LoveNikki

S Birds: Pure, wonderful creatures, i want my special interest to revive instead of just loving them. like this was my first special interest i think. i love birds.... ERA: Childhood

A WoD: I know it has many issues but it gains points for A) making me do creative stuff B) bringing me out of a dark place C) gaining me wonderful internet friends and D) being current special interest. ERA: PRESENT (mid-20s)

Mitski: I'm normal about her now, but oh my god. impeccable. no notes really. shout out to mitski for being in top 10 spotify wrapped for me since 2019. and breaching top 5 a majority of those times. ERA: Late Teens, early 20s

B ASOIAF: I'm glad there's at least one meaty book series here. It loses points because of GRRM being Weird and misogynistic often, as well as Bad TV show, and being NEVER FINISHED but. im sorry. its good. ERA: Mid high school

Star Wars: By god i can watch episode iii a billion times and the novelization changed me deeply. obi wan i am still obsessed with you. however. it loses points. due to. Well. you know. Disney... :( ERA: Middle school and early high school

Maoism: OK so. thank u maoism for helping me figure out and articulate my beliefs and giving me a sense of purpose. however. i also joined a political org that turned out to be Terrible due to it. so. it loses points for that. and also while i still largely agree w/the ideology im still refiguring out my politics after that half politicalorg half cult debacle ERA: Early 20s

Animal Crossing: You saved me in high school, thank you ERA: Middle school and all of high school

Darkest Dungeon: I LOVE YOU DARKEST DUNGEONNN but it hasn't sparked any creativity, just consumption, so it is limited in that way. ERA: Mid high school

Puella Magi Madoka Magica: Gorgeous show, influenced me to become an anime fan, has its issues though ERA: Early High School

Portal: Excellent game. i was indeed abnormal about it in high school. however i struggle to see where it had positive lasting impact on me, it was just kinda there. but its v good! ERA: Early high school

C Binding of Isaac: Another game that saved my in high school, however it got so many expansions and i dropped it. it loses points cause unlike the other video games in B tier, i dont think ill ever return to it, or in the case of portal, straight up isn't as good. ERA: All of high school

Yuri on Ice: This was a cringe one but it was a very strong interest by god. theres not like, anything super wrong with it, just... yeah. moving on. ERA: A brief period in early college

F Homestuck: Oh god im so sorry. so many problems. both technical and moral. let's move on again: ERA: all of high school, unfortunately

LoveNikki: The only reason why homestuck isn't bottom of the barrel is because LoveNikki caused me to waste so much money (it is a mobile game) when i was depressed. it was a money sink. oh and the way they handle dressing up darker skin tones is racist and there are some racist outfits in it. so it pisses me off. ERA: A year in early college

[forthegothicheroine]

I already loved the Plague Doctor from Darkest Dungeon, but her full backstory in Darkest Dungeon II is the best mad scientist story ever. Argue with your stubborn professor even as he keeps coughing up blood until he actually falls down and dies. Use his body to make a monster. Kill monster in self-defense. Go on the run as a plague doctor in a bird mask. Fight demons and fish men and pig monsters. Either die at the hands of an eldritch horror or come away shaken with trauma from killing a god. Living the dream.

[apollothe-wizard]

I’ve been obsessed with darkest dungeon recently and what a coincidence that there is a skeleton character I like in there I can kill two birds with one stone so for my skeleton drawing today is the flagellant from darkest dungeon I and II