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thatsrightice · 1 year ago

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F-14 Tomcat Variants

A beginner’s guide to identifying and differentiating the different F-14 Tomcat variants using three distinctive, easy-to-spot features: Glove Vanes, Engine Exhaust Nozzle (aka “Turkey Feathers”), and Sensor Pods.

F-14A

NUMBER BUILT: 637 total

INTRODUCED: 22 September 1974

The F-14A’s were the first Tomcats ever produced. The TF30 engines were initially an interim engine used during testing but it was later decided they would be used in full production of the F-14A. A total of 478 F-14As were delivered to the US Navy and 79 were delivered to Iran with the TF30-P-412A engine. Iran was supposed to receive 80 aircraft but the last one was given to the US Navy. Later in production, the final 102 F-14A’s were delivered to the US Navy with Pratt & Whitney TF30-P-414A engine.

IDENTIFYING FEATURES:

✅ GLOVE VANES

The A-variant is the only variant of the Tomcat to have Glove Vanes. They were designed to automatically deploy when the aircraft was flying at speeds greater than Mach 1.4 and retract when below in order to correct the tendency for the Tomcat’s nose to pitch downwards at high speeds. They were notoriously difficult to maintain and the benefit was marginal at the speed they were designed for, so the glove vanes were disconnected entirely and welted shut. The glove vanes were not featured on new F-14 Tomcats, but the outline of the glove vane makes it easy to identify an F-14A or an F-14B/F-14D that was a rebuilt F-14A.

✅ SMALL NOZZLE EXHAUST FEATHERS

When compared to the F110 engines, it becomes pretty easy to tell the difference. When you look at the TF30 engine nozzle, you’ll see a lot of small metal plates, “Turkey Feathers,” that expand and contract when the nozzle opens and closes. It’ll be easier to tell the difference once you take a look at the General Electric F110 engine used on later F-14 Tomcat variants. This is the BEST way to identify an F-14A.

✅ SINGLE SENSOR POD BELOW CHIN

I recommend using the TF30 engine as the best way to identify an A-variant Tomcat as they are the only variant with those engines, however, I am choosing to include a section on the sensor pods for your reference as it is important for identifying the B and D-variants. The F-14A features a single sensor pod located below its chin but can come in a variety of configurations.

F-14A+ aka F-14B

NUMBER BUILT: 81 Aircraft (38 new builds, 43 upgraded F-14As)

UPGRADES BEGAN: March 1987

Initially designated the F-14A+, the upgrade is primarily characterized by the replacement of the Pratt & Whitney TF-30 engine with the General Electric F110-GE-400 engine due to being notoriously problematic. Many of the avionic systems and radars were retained, but the ALR-67 Radar Homing and Warning system was added. The A+was redesignated to the F-14B on 1 May 1891.

In the late 1990’s, the F-14Bs were upgraded again to extend its airframe life and upgrade the avionics system, but it was not given a variant designation due to the lack of major changes.

MAIN VARIANT FEATURES:

F110-GE-400 engines

ALR-67 Radar Homing and Warning system

IDENTIFYING FEATURES:

❌ NO GLOVE VANES

As stated in the section for the A-variant, the glove vanes were welded shut and completely disconnected on all existing Tomcats. On new builds, they weren’t even included in the design, however, if the aircraft is an upgraded F-14A, you might see the glove vane outline. This would be a way you can identify which aircraft were originally F-14As (Rebuild) and which were completely new builds.

✅ LARGE EXHAUST NOZZLE FEATHERS

Because most of the F-14B models were upgraded F-14As, it’s a little tricky to tell the difference sometimes. The easiest way is the F110 engine nozzle’s large turkey feathers. In comparison, the turkey feathers on the F110 engine are significantly larger and fewer in number, making it easily identifiable.

✅ SINGLE SENSOR POD BELOW CHIN

If you see a Tomcat with guide vanes and the F110 engine, then you can infer that it isn’t an F-14A. But to tell the difference between an F-14B and an F-14D, you’ll need to examine the sensors located below the chin.

Similar to the A-variant, the F-14B only has a single sensor pod located below its nose. The B model only had one true configuration with the Tactical Camera System (TCS), however, it may have an Aerodynamic Cover. This image from M.A.T.S. best shows the only possible sensor pod configurations for the F-14 A and B. The bottom two diagrams represent the B-variant.

F-14D Super Tomcat

NUMBER BUILT: 55 aircraft (37 new, 18 upgraded F-14As)

UPGRADES BEGAN: 1991

The F-14D, much like the F-14B, featured many avionics upgrades, including a new AN/APG-71 radar radar to replace the AWG-9 used in the A and B-variants and digital avionics systems. The D-variant, also called the Super Tomcat, featured the same F110-GE-400 engine used on the B-variant. There were many other upgrades to the F-14 Tomcat’s systems in this variant.

MAIN VARIANT FEATURES:

F110-GE-400 engine

AN/APG-71 radar

Glass cockpit

IDENTIFYING FEATURES:

❌ NO GLOVE VANES

As stated in the section for the A-variant and the B-variant, the glove vanes were welded shut and completely disconnected on all existing Tomcats. On new builds, however, they weren’t even included in the design. The rebuilds, however, might have the glove vanes if they were not removed during the rebuild process. F-14Ds upgraded from F-14As may also be designated F-14D(R)s, where R stands for rebuild.

✅ LARGE NOZZLE EHAUST FEATHERS

Many of the F-14Ds were rebuilt F-14As, so it’s a little tricky to tell the difference sometimes. The easiest way, similar to the F-14B, is the F110 engine nozzle’s large turkey feathers. In comparison to the TF30 engine, the turkey feathers are significantly larger and fewer in number.

✅ TWO SENSOR PODS BELOW CHIN

The main differentiating feature between the F-14B and D variants is the sensor pods located below the chin of the aircraft. This variant features two sensor pods as opposed to the one sensor pod of previous variants. This allows the aircraft to have both the Infra-Red Seeker pod and the Tactical Camera System (TCS). The F-14D is the only variant to have both, making it the easiest way to distinguish it from other variants.

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deuxcherise · 2 days ago

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Birds of a Feather

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, yandere female, female!duck oc x female!turkey reader, duck has a strong personality, reader has relationship anxiety, mentions of blood, implied violence and death A/n: So… this was originally for Thanksgiving but I was far too busy to complete this, so I rewrote it for Valentine’s Day. Oml I thought I wasn't going to make it in time. As usual, I wrote in a similar style as the other ones but it is also different. Also, ducks. Or well, birds in general. At a distance, some are cute. Most? Scary beings, oml. Especially the smarter ones. Masterlist

Once upon a time, there was a bevy of swans floating upon one of the bigger lakes in the forest. It was their nature to graze upon the surface of fresh water, and fraternize with each other daily.

A small duckling waddled and toddled its way towards the water, where it aimed to join the rest of the flock.

One of the adults, a pernickety swan in particular, came right up to the edge of the bank and blocked the duckling with one heavy curtain of a wing.

“You are not allowed in our lake,” said the swan.

“Why not?” the duckling asked, confused.

“You are not a swan,” the swan replied. “Therefore, you are not allowed to join us.”

“But if I’m not a swan, then what am I?” asked the duckling.

“An ugly duckling, that’s what you are,” replied the swan.

With one swing of its wing, the swan batted the duckling away. Undeterred, the duckling made another attempt to enter the lake. And yet again, the swan blocked it.

“So what if I’m not a swan?” insisted the duckling. “We’re both birds, aren’t we?”

“There is a difference,” said the swan, haughtily. “Though I do not expect you to know. Be gone!”

Again, the swan swung its wing and batted the duckling away. This time, the duckling did not try again, for it knew it wouldn’t be able to enter as it was. Instead, it walked away, determined to come back when it was older and more powerful. One day, the duckling will show them, and show them all!

…..

Just as your parents have done, and their parents have done, and their parents have done, you amble through the woods, caressing the bark of every tree you pass by as if keeping track of where you’re going, but really, you’re not. You simply wander about, with the grand light in the big blue lighting up your path through spaces in the green blankets of these trees.

Even though you are not a male, you are still one of the largest birds in the forest. The Great Turkey, as others have called your species. Being one, fortunately, garners some peace and quiet from the rest of the animals.

Except for the bobcats… And the coyotes… And perhaps the mountain lions— but seldom do they dare show their wretched faces around here. That is a wonderful thing, is it not? Though… one can never be too careful about one’s own predators potentially lurking in the shades.

Crack!

You hear the sound of a twig broken, underneath the foot of another, along with the rustle of dry leaves. You quickly scamper up the nearest tree, balancing yourself on one of the boughs, and look towards the source of the sudden sound.

In the distance, there is an opening where the heads of trees are gathered around in a ring formation, allowing the large patch of grass and the scattered piles of fallen leaves within the circle to be illuminated by the great light above.

Open. Vulnerable. Who would dare stand there, where a friend or foe could be watching from the shadows?

On that grassy stage, stands the back of a person with feathery white hair. They start with their arms out to the side, raising them up and letting them fall like the wings of birds. Then they make a couple steps to the left, turning their body, and raising their left arm up, their right arm to the side, kicking their right leg up in the air as they stand on the tippy toes of their left, before returning back to their beginning pose.

Only then do you see her features, as she turns to face your direction, performing another pose, raising and lowering her arms and legs. A swan-like dance, you figure out, but not as graceful as the swans you’ve seen during their official lake shows. But you have never seen such a small swan before… Perhaps, you think, could she be a rare sort of pygmy swan?

Being a fellow bird yourself, you decide to take on the responsibility of watching over her as one would their own kind. From the safety of your tree. A rare kind swan or not, it is advised to keep yourself safe before you can think about helping others.

She twirls and twirls in her white, feathery dress so gracefully, it hypnotizes your gaze. By the time you realize, she’s come close to the edge of the opening nearest your tree, and you accidentally make eye contact with her deep brown eyes, with black pupils as small as a flower seed.

She stops, feet flattening to the ground, just like how your breath has been taken away as you both stare at each other. Curiously? Shockingly? You can’t tell.

“You… Were you watching me?” she asks, her voice so melodic you swear she must have been dancing to it earlier.

You open your mouth to answer, only to close it. It wouldn’t do to greet each other on uneven grounds. You gather your wits to formally introduce yourself, so as to not misrepresent your species. You move a foot down to a lower branch, only for that branch to snap and send you falling straight down into the grass.

She yelps and comes up to you. “A-are you alright?”

You quickly get up, brushing down your own feathers. With a quick nod, you reply, “Why yes. Yes, I am indeed alright.” You clear your throat and give a little bow of sincerity. “To answer your question earlier, I was. I sincerely apologize. I hope I was not intruding on anything.”

She shakes her head, giggling. “Oh no, you most certainly weren’t. But…” She places her hands behind her and looks away shyly. “Was my form… enticing?”

Heat travels straight to your cheeks. “Enticing, you say?”

She looks at you, bashful and hopeful. “I mean to say, did I look… good?”

The image of her dancing, with her graceful form and rhythm. There was really only one word that came to mind. “Beautiful. I thought you were beautiful,” you murmur.

Her eyes go wide. “R-really? Oh my~” She holds out a hand. “The name’s Mallory. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

You cup underneath her fingers with your fingers and, against any proper sense, you bring them to your lips, where you place a whisper of a kiss against them, gleefully making her gasp. You meet her eyes with tenderness. “(Y/n). The pleasure… is all mine.”

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“C’mon!”

You shake your hand, crossing your arms. “No, no, no, no. I don’t dance. Turkeys don’t dance. I am content just sitting right over here.”

Mallory pouts. “Then how do you turkeys court each other? Don’t you do a dance too?”

You sigh. “Well, yes. That is true. However, that is different. And even then, the men are the ones strutting about, waving their tail feathers.”

She places her hands on her hips, trying to figure out a strategy. An idea pops into her head. “Then I’ll teach you!”

“No thank you,” you shoot her down almost immediately.

She grabs your hand and tries to pull you off the ground. “You mean yes thank you! I will teach you and you will like it! C’mon, (Y/n)!”

After much tugging and poking and insistence, you finally acquiesce to her demands. Only because she’s cute.

“Okay, let’s spread your wings.” She brings your right arm up and your left to the side, both slightly curved like the letter ‘C’. “Now balance on one leg and bring up the other.”

You feel yourself flushing, with the way her fingers slide against the outer side of your thighs as she brings it up. She prances to stand in front of you and gleefully claps her hands.

“You look great!”

“I feel stupid,” you grumble.

She shakes her head. “You look great. And that’s part of the process anyway. Have some patience.”

She happily spends the next hour moving your limbs here and there, though rather than dancing you look and feel more like a mannequin being posed multiple times. She finally gives up.

“I told you it wouldn’t work. Turkeys don’t dance.”

“No! It will work! I just…” she insists, tapping her foot until you spot a light in her eyes. She intertwines her fingers and looks up at you, batting her eyes. “How about… you show me the turkey courting dance?”

You take a deep breath, with rejection in your mouth. She continues batting her eyes, even tilting her head. “Fine.” Damn her and her cuteness. Are all swans like this?

You close your eyes and picture how a male turkey would start. You hold your arms loosely to your side like semi-circles, forming an oval of space with your fingers pointed inwards. You kick your right foot out and then your left foot out. Then you take a step to the side, rotating your body around, and perform the same kicking motion, before turning around back to the front. You relax your arms and open your eyes.

Mallory looks at you dumbfounded. You wait for her comments. She purses her lips.

“When a male turkey does it, they fan their tail feathers behind them.”

“OHH!”

You sigh. “That’s why I didn’t want to-”

She quickly grabs your hands and shakes her head. “No no no! It was nice to see! Thank you so much for showing me. It’s better than my species, come to think of it.”

Better than a swan’s courting dance? Impossible. “Really?” you scoff.

“Yes. Here, I’ll show you!”

She stands back, places her feet together, straightens up, places her hands on her hips, and bobs her head like a nod. “There!”

…..

You look at her dumbfounded. “Eh?”

A defeated smile rests on her face. “Right? It looks normal when you’re floating on the lake, but even then, try to imagine us just nodding at each other. That’s our courtship dance.”

That is… odd. “I… had always thought swans swayed.”

Her eyes go wide before she nervously smiles. “You must’ve seen something else. We, uh, swans, have different ways of courting. The one I showed you is how my parents did, but I’m sure there are others. Anywho!” She grabs your hands again and twirls you around. “Let’s dance!”

And so the two of you spend hours and hours dancing at her request, turning in circles and laughing. At some point, you both combine your respective species�� courtship dance for fun.

You hold out your right foot as does she, and nod at each other before putting your foot back and repeating for the other foot. With one hand tucked in front of your chest and the other behind you, you both slide across the floor in opposite directions, back-to-back. And then turn and slide towards each other front-to-front. The leaves under you crunch delightfully, almost in time with some tempo of a silent song.

“This feels like we’re courting each other,” Mallory comments, giggling softly.

You pause. Your eyes roam around her face, starting with those lovely brown eyes full and the light freckles across her cheeks and then finally those succulent plush lips of hers that are just dying to be kis-

“(Y/n)?”

You jolt and lean back, horrified at the realization you were leaning towards her a second ago. Your cheeks fill with unimaginable heat.

Any bird could fall in love with a swan. But a turkey? Sure, to another turkey you are potentially the most gorgeous bird in the world. But to a swan, one known by most others as a jewel of the forest? You are getting ahead of yourself, and you know it more than anyone this could never be.

“I- Yes?”

“Were you going to kiss me?”

Shoot. I can’t believe she noticed. Quick! Think of something.

“What? I- I mean- That isn’t-”

“Were you, or were you not going to kiss me?” she asks firmly.

You squeeze your eyes shut. “I… I was,” you confess. “But I know that I shouldn’t, so I apolo-”

She grabs you by your feathers and crashes her lips against yours, and your heart immediately soars above the heavens.

When she finally brings you out of heaven by releasing your lips, she asks you with a serious expression, “Do you like me?”

You nod like your life depended on it. “Y-yes.”

Her face breaks into an angelic smile. “Good. Because I like you too. And since we like each other, we will be courting each other, right?”

You nod again. “Yes.”

“And since we are courting each other, we can kiss each other as much as we want, correct?”

You nod a third time. “Yes.”

She giggles. You bashfully smile, giddy from gaining a new love. Then she frowns, which causes you to also frown out of worry.

She pouts. “Kiss me!”

“O-okay!”

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Needless to say, you can’t seem to recall a single moment where you have ever witnessed another most wonderful day where the sun shined so brightly across the soft green grass, sweet in the air with all of the blooming flowers in the meadow. The breeze is just right, and the big blue a gorgeous hue. And in the middle, like a perfect diamond among other jewels, stands your Mallory, swaying to her own melody as she practices her dance.

She opens her eyes and finds you gazing at her, chin resting against your hand as you sit on a large rock. She giggles behind her hand. “What are you looking at, Tweetie?”

“You, among these beautiful blossoms~”

She pauses and looks at the ground around her. She looks back up with a blank expression and tilts her head. “Huh? What blossoms?”

You wave her words off, ignoring the fact that the ground is quite barren and the leaves on the trees have all turned to shades of red, orange, and yellow, most having taken their flights to the ground already. You place a hand over your heart. “Wherever you stand, all I can see is an angel who has graciously come down to accompany my lonely existence. The earth cannot help but create meadows wherever you step.”

Her cheeks puff up, containing her laughter. “You’re such- Pff. You’re such a sap.”

‘You wiggle your brow. “Only for you~”

She would dance and you would watch. That is how the two of you spend most of your days. When night falls, you both would retreat into the comforts of your shared tree.

Or you would happily share your tree if she wasn’t so opposed to being off the ground.

“Why do you sleep so far off the ground?” Mallory asks, looking at you with confusion. “You don’t even fly.”

“My dear, we turkeys roost in trees. That’s just how it is,” You explain. “And we do fly. A little. Why do you sleep on the water?”

Prior to meeting your cutely petite swan, you had made a home quite deep in the darker and drier parts of the forest. Nowadays, your tree hangs over a lake, where Mallory has made her home on the surface of the lake complete with tree roots and other foliage to keep her body from floating away in the night.

She pouts, knowing that you’re right about following one’s own nature. “T-that’s just how it is. Hmph! Stupid (Y/n). Besides! My show will begin soon and I must continue my training even when I’m asleep! I cannot bear to lose a single moment of practice…”

“Remember not to grind your teeth.”

Her feathers puff up. “Boo!”

You chuckle, watching her from above as she twirls around and around in the water in a tantrum, until you see a figure in the distance. Another bird swimming along in the lake. Another swan. Your heart drops.

“Hey (Y/n), what are you looking at-”

You immediately launch towards Mallory, plunging the both of you beneath the surface of the lake. She looks at you perplexed but all you do is shake your head, despite the fear of your permeable feathers soaking in all of this water. You don’t move towards the surface, waiting for the right moment. Mallory looks between the surface and you before she decides to grab you and swims up to the surface to launch your heavy body out.

“What were you thinking!? Were you trying to kill yourself?” she shrieks.

You cough painfully, having accidentally snorted up water. You keep your eyes on the ground, unable to meet her angry ones. What were you thinking, when you suddenly did that? What if you accidentally drowned her?

I don’t want to lose her.

Your world stops as you fully comprehend the sentence that sent you diving.

She’s mine. No one can have her.

If that swan had seen her, and she had seen that swan, would she have left you? They are the same species, and turkeys are not the most beautiful compared to them so between the two of you, why wouldn’t she pick them? What do you have to offer? Why would she stay with you?

“Would you leave me?” you quietly ask.

“What?”

“W-would you leave me, if there was someone else?” you ask again, turning towards her with tears in your eyes.

“(Y/n), what- what kind of question is that? Why would you ask me that?”

You crawl towards her and wrap your arms around her waist, sniffling and tearing up. “Y-you wouldn’t leave me, right? You can’t leave me. You can’t! I’m yours, right? And you’re mine?”

She hugs you and pats your head. “No. No! Of course, I wouldn’t leave you. Aww, my love. My Tweetie. I wouldn’t ever leave you. I love you!”

Upon hearing those words, you sob and sob until your tears have dried up and you fall asleep in her arms as peace settles over you.

-----🦆🦃-----

Night has fallen, with the moon shining softly in the sky, but you are still asleep on Mallory’s lap. She gently caresses your smooth head, sliding her fingers through the feathers on your body and humming a made-up tune. She couldn’t possibly imagine a better night than this, when it feels like the world is made up of just you and her and no one else.

“What an odd sight, but I shouldn’t have expected anything normal when it comes to you.”

Mallory shoots a glare towards the intruder of this personal space. “Go away!” she hisses. “Or else, I’ll rip your feathers out.”

Despite her warning, the intruding figure makes his way up from the lake and onto the shore. “Hah. A duck dares to tell a swan what to do? Please.”

“Hey! Go away!”

“And you know better than to swim in our lakes. It has been years, but surely you haven’t forgotten, have you?” he says, jutting his face towards Mallory more than necessary.

“That-”

“Of course, “he cuts her off as he leans back. With his hands behind his back, he strolls around you and Mallory, scrutinizing the both of you. “I do not expect you to know any better. But I must say, it seems birds of a feather do flock together. Hah!”

She narrows her eyes. “Don’t you dare…”

Again, he ignores her. “Of course, the ugly duckling would one day grow up and realize she is nothing but an ugly duck. And ugly birds belong with other ugly birds. A turkey, is she not? The most ugliest birds in existence.”

“How dare you!” she whisper shouts, not wanting to wake you up. “You can insult me all you want, but don’t ever speak about (Y/n) like that! She is not ugly!”

“(Y/n), huh?” He stops in his tracks. “Oh don’t worry. We won’t do anything to her worth mentioning. I’ll make sure to tell the ugly bird about you afterwards.”

“What?”

Flapping and splashes capture Mallory’s attention. Other swans have swam to the shore, surrounding your bodies, gleefully cackling and mocking. The primary swan who has been taunting Mallory all this time explains, “Well, you should’ve expected it. We told you never to enter our lake again or there will be consequences. And you were doing so well all of this time. Before we punish you, tell me what changed?”

The confusion and fear in Mallory’s eyes slowly but surely become swallowed up by the black void. She calmly moves your head off her lap, which earns some grunts, and stands up. She places her hand over her heart, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath, like a performer getting ready for the curtains to rise.

“Not going to answer? That’s alright. I’m glad you’re accepting your fate,” says the swan.

Mallory opens her eyes and smiles, eyes dilated. A small duck standing in the middle of a ring of large swans. One against several. Surely, nothing good would come of this.

For them, of course.

The end.

Return, the forsaken duckling did

Vindictive, with malevolence

There is nothing scarier

Then a outcasted bird

In pursuit of lethal

Denouement

You wake up the horrid and overwhelming smell of iron— No, it is blood you’re smelling. Why are you smelling blood?

You quickly sit up, scanning your surroundings, gasping at the sight of scattered white feathers until your eyes finally land on Mallory’s body covered in red and some of her feathers ripped. You feel your heart plunge into the depths of an ocean as your hands shakily hover over her.

“No… No no no no,” you repeat. “NO!”

Her eyes suddenly pop open, finding you over her. She quickly sits and holds you. “(Y/n)? Tweetie? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Upon her being alive, the waterworks begin again. “Urh uuuurrrrh urhhh,” you whimper, unable to form any coherent words.

“Aww, my Tweetie. You’re not hurt, are you?”

You sniffle, nodding.

“Good, good. I made sure of it,” she says matter-of-factly. “You’re probably wondering about the blood, right?”

“Urh.”

“Hehe. Don’t worry about it. It’s not mine.”

“Uhh?”

She pulls you in close, sharing your body heat. She caresses the back of your head and gives. “(Y/n), I promise you that nothing, and I mean, nothing will ever get in between our love.” She gives you a smooth. “Okay?”

You don’t quite understand but you nod silently out of appreciation for her declaration. It certainly helps settle your anxiety.

“Hehe…”

You nuzzle against her, happy that she’s alive and well. Though the scenery of those bodies in the background you are just now noticing are quite the ominous sight. What exactly happened while you were asleep?

“Wait. You haven’t said you love me back yet,” she mentions, with a hint of threatening under her tone.

You freeze. “Urhhh?” you attempt to speak.

“Oh, I’ll just wait until you stop crying. Shhh… There, there. I know you love me too~”

“Urhh…”

“But in the meantime, since we both love each other very much, I must confess something. Did you know that I’m actually a duck, not a swan?”

“URH???”

-----🦆🦃-----

“My love! My beloved feather. Mother of my ducklings!” Mallory shouts, bounding towards you from who knows where, hands folded across her chest.

“I most certainly cannot have children,” you playfully remind her, holding your arms wide open. “And especially yours!”

She halts to a stop near you, right before she can topple into you like usual. This sudden odd behavior confuses you, and then begins to frighten you. Before you can ask her if anything is wrong, she holds out her hands.

Held on her palms is an object that is shaped like an egg. It is certainly speckled like an egg. If it is an egg, it is a particularly large egg. Too large to be a duck egg, or even a turkey egg, but it most certainly looks like an egg. But it couldn’t be a-

She giggles, hugging this egg tightly. “We’re going to be parents, Tweetie! We should celebrate.”

You wrap your arms around her, with just enough space between so you don’t accidentally crush the precious life yet to be born. “Okay, okay hahaha…” You carefully select your words. “Shouldn’t we-”

She points the dots of her eyes towards you. “We. Are going. To be. Parents.”

Well, any and all objections have been thrown into the void. “O-okay. Well then, I suppose we shall start picking names. Do you have any preferences?”

She smiles giddily. “Swanson!”

You absorb the name, letting it bounce around in your mouth. “Swanson, huh? That’s a good name.” A thought occurs to you. “But wait, is this egg a swan-”

“He’s a boy.”

“Oh. Okay. Wait, how do you-”

“He’s a boy and his name’s going to be Swanson.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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