#bird verse

[thetownsendsw]

My staff picks shelf has ended up being VERY Gender at the moment…

[new-hyperfixation-every-month]

hence the flood

timelapse!!

[little-tulips]

After crabs the second most talked about animal in the silt verses is birds: Carpenter and Faulkner traveling under the disguise of birdwachers, the name of their river, Mason's childhood story, Faulkner thinking of his followers as birds, even just Faulkner's name, etc. In a naturalist way, it makes sense, rivers provide homes to many bird species, birds are very important to the biosphere of a river. And in a textual way, seens they are associated with the Wacher in the Wings birds could represent symbolically the narrative, the story that the characters are performing, that they have crafted and locked themselfs in or that other have crafted and caged them in, and that will seize them and slow them whole, just like birds will with their prey. I wonder if, giving that a faulkner is the job title of someone who keeps and trains falcons, Faulkner's name is meant to represent that fact that he is the character who is most preoccupied with trying to tame his narrative, to make the story take the shape he wants.

[finalgirlart]

ten points for whoever can guess what building is in the background

[mintaikkcorpse]

Non sexualized chaotic and deranged fem characters are the best I live off of non sexualized deranged fem chatacters

[adventuresofalgy]

The weather had remained grey, dreich and windy for several days, and although it was by no means freezing, it felt very much chillier than Algy found comfortable. It had been raining too, sometimes quite heavily, and although it was more or less dry again for the moment, the weather birds were predicting that plenty more rain would arrive later in the day. Algy felt that it was altogether unsuitable for adventuring out and about in the wild west Highlands, and he was reluctant to stray from the relative shelter of his assistants' garden until conditions improved…

So he decided to revisit the "Flight of the Butterflies" miniature cherry that he loved, for it was the only tree in blossom this early in the year. It grew in a sheltered part of his assistants' garden, and Algy guessed that it would be pleasant to take a wee ride upon it, while inspecting the delicate flowers more closely.

It was indeed relatively calm in that particular spot, as he had hoped, but as Algy rocked gently on the swaying branches he could hear the wind rushing much more vigorously through the taller trees nearby. Looking up, he noticed that some of the local birds were being blown about the sky unceremoniously by the stronger gusts, and he thought:

I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me? O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!

[Algy is thinking of the poem The Wind from the volume A Child's Garden of Verses by the 19th century Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson.]

[catwyk]

katabasian mason telling carpenter about him and his sister culling birds in the woods to hear their god boohoo mourn so beautifully, then leaving her and faulkner to die after the trawlerman delivered the withermark. dash some warbler eggs to hear the song, abandon a crow and a falcon to hear the song. get the practice in early, because some things never change

[toxintouch]

Mhin Fluff Headcanons:

✧ Vaguely Bird Behavior Themed ✧

✦ Will collect little trinkets for their partner. Specifically: weird little shiny things they found. Their partner is unlikely to ever receive said trinkets, but Mhin has accumulated quite the collection. They keep meaning to throw it all away but they feel. Unusually possessive over these objects. Just...their partner is never allowed to look in that corner. Ever. Nesting behavior. ✦ Mhin does occasionally give gifts, though! Often practical things they think would make their partner's life better on a daily basis. Frequently this means warm clothing and soft blankets. Again, nesting behavior Courting behavior, even.

✦ They walk past a tiny cat plush being sold at the market one day and...they have to gift it. It's...they just think it's cute enough to be worthy of purchase. Irresistibly cute...aka: reminded them of their s/o. (Please spare them and take it without any fanfare.) ✦ Okay but hear me out: imagine this scenario with a Hound, Alchemist or Unnamed who has never owned a stuffed animal before... 🥺

✦ Accidentally starts preening them.

✦ Constantly preening them.

✦ Always adjusting their partner's clothing (often while complaining, of course). Will fuss with their hair too, if applicable. Smoothing it and even braiding it if they can, just a little, just very absentmindedly. If the two of them are both resting, and hair just so happens to be in reach... ✦ Mhin, similarly, likes it when their partner fixes their hair or plays with it a little - as long as they are not messing it up. (Their hair is prone to static electricity.) Will let their partner brush their hair and even braid/style it as long as it's nothing ostentatious.

✦ Mhin will happily also brush their partner's hair, once the two of them have reached that level. If their partner's hair texture requires their hair to be wet before they can brush through it? ...how convenient because... ✦ Bathing together as a form of intimacy. They like the skinship, being pressed up against them and feeling their body heat and heartbeat. (It's easier to be vulnerable when they can walk into it thinking that it's all about practicality.) Less water to heat, cleaning each other off, taking care of each other's wounds, if either of them have any. The transformation is hard on Mhin, so they always have a few sore spots, at least. ✦ Feeding their partner; not just by providing food but also. Little accidental bird affection tells. "Uhhh. Mhin, are you trying to hand feed me right now??"

✦ The general need to protect & provide is strong. Assuming Mhin is a corvid of some kind...corvids tend to have very strong social bonds and attachments. Which makes it especially sad that Mhin is alone. 😢

✦ Does the "neck resting on you" thing a la birds cuddling. Often occurs when they are feeling tired. Just rests on their partner with their neck hooked against their shoulder, etc. Mhin will sometimes "read" over their shoulder like that and slowly fall asleep.

✦ Weighted blanket mode. Mhin doesn't cuddle so much as they lay on top of their partner. Smooshing them under their body weight. If cursed hands are a concern, Mhin is wrapping their partner up in sheets/blankets then smooshing them. (Mhin will settle for being the big spoon instead, but they will have their partner's clothes clenched in their fists all night. Grasping bird claws style. It's a wonder that their hands don't cramp up.)

✦ Mhin's back is an erogenous zone very sensitive.

[radioiaci]

▹@infernal-blaze

Bursts of creative energy tickle along the points of his clawed digits, invested solely in the piece that echoes throughout his room and well beyond into the illusory bayou that he looks out to. Somewhere within, the shadowy visages of his two gators bellow as if joining the loud, sonorous song that emanates from the piano he's sat himself at. Atop it, the liquid that remains in a well-tended-to bottle of whiskey sloshes with the vibration of each key that is pressed, Alastor's ears giving similar little tremors as he indulges in the concentration needed to ensure that even in his very inebriated state, he does not miss a single note.

It is strange how he can fixate on one thing and not another. His mind is blissfully empty, for the time being. Filled entirely with the steady warmth of the alcohol he's imbibed and the memorized melody that he hammers out with relative abandon. It is a good thing he does not have any neighbors in the immediate hall which he's found his room.

Otherwise, they might not appreciate Symphony No. 3 in F Major by Brahms as much as he presently is, his eyes slid shut to further slip away into the music with lack of awareness to the fact that his radio - devoid of any present music being played - is crackling with his own energy; feeding off of how his own soul swells with each lift and fall of the tune.

He is not in a poor mood, though he is not intending to stop drinking any time soon. Not if he can get away with playing away at his piano for several more hours yet. With shirt unbuttoned, tie undone entirely, and sleeves rolled up to the elbows, he is in no state for present company.

Though that typically does not stop the thing from happening anyway.

[lsunstreakerl]

(Darkbull)

Putting a collar on max with a tag reading "RedBull" would be more subtle at this point.

He's like a weird sort of puppet for them. But a puppet that has incredible influence on team moral and general mood.

He's like in such a weirdly safe space for him. (Physically, emotionally he's not well. no one here is) like he has to be so well watched that they never let anything happen to him. especially not after his completely volintary stay with charles.

I am also still wondering on where he stands in the power-hirachy(?). Bc while he is so influential he has no clue about it before. But after he finds out are there some switches? or does he just express his desires a bit more clearly

literally 😭

you've kind of got the right idea with the puppet thing. it's also a little bit like a gilded cage? like, he's so well taken care of and he has all the right things, but he can't leave. sure, it's a big cage, but it's still a cage.

absolutely right on the safety thing though- physically, there is nowhere safer for max than with redbull. there's always eyes on him, GP and Christian both get an alert if his tracker picks up a sudden heart rate spike, he only goes to redbull approved spaces or parties at redbull owned bars. (except for rare occasions where he's been invited by another team, but even then he's still got eyes on him.)

redbull is pretty good about stretching the leash- max goes to other countries and has fun often, but he's never actually on his own. if he ever tried to get rebellious about that, he'd very quickly find out. (he still kind of finds out after the kidnapping thing, but redbull isn't upset with him in that situation. they're just very overbearing for a while.)

max has a unique spot in the power hierarchy, because he's somewhat outside of the traditional ladder.

he's extremely influential, he gets whatever he wants, the team basically revolves around him-

but he doesn't actually have any power. he's not a decision maker, he's not a planner, he doesn't handle the guns or the illegal deals or any of it.

once he's a little bit more involved after the kidnapping, he gets some say in a few things, mainly handling rookies. (even that is calculated- max is nice to them where everyone else is a little bit harsher, so they like max more, so they're loyal- you get the point.)

it's a convoluted situation. the team bends over backwards to take care of max, make sure he has what he wants and needs, gives him nice things- but at the same time, if max ever stepped out of line, suddenly the walls are closing in for him.

the way they handle "discipline" is complicated as well.

[renardsruses]

The path that no bird of prey knows, and the falcon’s eye has not seen it

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about how Price finds pleasure in pain | 18+, MINORS DNI

Content tags: face slapping

Being in the military meant that Price was no stranger to pain. Wounds, big as small littered his body on daily bases and at some point he became accustomed to the aches and stings that came with having them. Not only has he grown accustomed to the pain, he’s come to enjoy it as well, meaning that he enjoys getting slapped during sex.

He’d told you about this early on in your relationship, never one to hide things from his partner. You’d been surprised to say the least but it was something you were willing to try with him and once you felt prepared enough, you decided to indulge in his kink.

You’re straddling his waist with both your hands cupping his face. You’ve been reading about the subject, discussing boundaries and setting up safe words with him but you still can’t help but feel nervous at this very moment. So many things can go wrong and the last thing you want is to hurt him.

But Price looks relaxed as ever, sporting a small smile on his face as soft cerulean eyes peer up at you beneath long black lashes. He looks something akin to an angel. However if one were to look closer they’d see his flushed cheeks and the desire swirling in his iris and they’d know he is a mere mortal, more than eager to sin.

“Ready when you are, love” he says, voice as relaxed as he appears to be with a bit of anticipation peaking through it.

Price laughs when you first slap his face, since the slap is rather soft and playful, hand still a bit unsure and careful. However he quickly ensures you that he is quite alright, kisses the palm of your hand and nuzzles into your touch.

“Do it again, harder this time, yeah?” His voice now as firm as his request and this time you see the desire trickle past the relaxed facade.

The second time you slap his cheek, he gasps in surprise and blinks rapidly.

Just as you’re about to ask if he’s alright, Price looks at you, eyes now glassy and lips wet, and voice sounding a bit hoarse when he says “Good, that was good”

As you get more comfortable with slapping him, you’ll start to see just how much he really enjoys this. He’ll softly gasp every time you slap his face, his cheeks will flush red and for a second his eyes will widen, flashing with something you’d quickly learn was desire. Because every time you slap him he’ll lean closer to your face, only to pull you in for a passionate kiss and mutter a “Please fuck me” against your lips.

You had also learned that slapping him was a rather useful tool to get him to communicate what he wants and needs since he has a tendency to get lost in pleasure and forgets how to communicate properly.

So when you notice that his words are fizzling out into mere nods and hums, and he stops responding altogether to your questions, you’ll give a soft slap to his cheek. “speak” you say to him and that’s enough for him to tell you what he needs.

You quickly soothe the sting with a gentle rub to his cheek and with praise falling from your lips “Good there, pretty” you coo, fingertips gently gliding over flushed skin. The soothing touch to his cheek is a stark contrast to the stinging he feels and that in itself has him feeling lightheaded, cock hard and weeping inside his pants and pleas for more falling from his lips.

It’s also a rather useful tool in bed when you need to steer him in the right direction. Price will be down on his knees, head buried between your legs and tasked with focusing on your release. But he’d quickly forget all about it as he ruts his hips against whatever flat surface there is, desperately searching for any sort of relief. As much as it’s a sight to see his tousled hair, the flush on his cheeks, the way his teeth sinks into his bottom lip as he chases his release, this isn’t what he’s supposed to be doing.

Your hand glides down to his cheek, palm cupping supple skin before you slap his cheek. He gasps at that, eyes blinking at you in surprise before a whimper escapes his mouth. “None of that, love. Be good and I’ll reward you for it, yeah?” He furiously nods his head at that, apologies tumbling from his lips along with incoherent babbling as he nuzzles up into your touch.

Slap him as he gets closer to his release, he loves it. It’s a sight to see since up until that point he's quite vocal about what he wants and needs. But when he’s so far gone, tethering on the edge of his release, he can barely get a word out, using gestures and noises to ask you to slap him.

He’d be pinned down to the mattress, looking up at you with his eyelids hanging low and mouth agape, drool dripping down his chin as he tugs at your hand, clearly asking for something.

“What do you want?” You cup his cheek, thumb stroking sensitive skin as you smile up at him, knowing that you’re dangling what he really wants right in front of him.

When no response comes, you tighten your grip on him, fingernails sinking into supple skin causing him to wince “Use your words”

“ so - so close please just please here, please here, slap here” Price says, eyes watery, lips wobbly and hands gently pushing yours against his cheek.

“Good boy” You smile at that before you firmly slap his cheek.

“I’m- I’m ” he cries out, unable to even finish his sentence, back arching off the bed, eyes shut tight and cumming all over himself.

Definitely comfortable with having you slap him in other places as well. You can slap his thighs, his chest or you can even slap his dick. It’ll have him quivering and gasping for breath, hips desperately rutting in the air as he begs of you to fuck him. Definitely one you have to keep an eye on since he can easily get lost in it. He’ll be all marked up from your hands, skin still tingling from your touch yet he’d be still begging for more.

Hell, at times you’ll get to the point where he’s rendered speechless, incoherent words falling from his lips, drool dripping down his chin and eyes glassy and pleading for you to do it again, again and again, please.

Will obsess over the marks you left on him, constantly rubs at his thighs, chest or face without being aware of it, too busy being consumed with the pleasant sting that comes from caressing sensitive skin.

He’ll especially obsess over the ones on his face, tinted pink and clearly visibly on his pale skin. He’ll be sitting at his desk rubbing his cheek while filling out some paperwork he’d been tasked with doing. But he’ll quickly turn rock hard in his chair thinking about how the marks had gotten there in the first place.

Definitely gets disappointed once the marks start to fade and will quickly be on your tail asking you to mark him up again.

[emichevy]

Peak fanart abilities

[deermouth]

Silt verses enjoyers I think it is imperative you all know how miserably annoying it is to walk through mudflats/floodplain areas. I mean it's fun but it's also miserable as hell. Whenever anyone is doing their thang down close to the White Gull I need you to imagine them perpetually damp and trying not to be pissed off about it, having almost lost a shoe 6 times, or else in the most annoyingly bulky pair of hip waders known to man or god. Thankyou.

[lilbirdblu]

etho/bdubs | little bit

art by: kamisden | panidanya | birrdies | suavce song: little bit by lykke li

[dramatisperscnae]

@thecreativeforge from here bc tumblr is dumb

Breathe. He had to breathe. Nothing had happened, they were fine, just breathe, Grayson. And try not to think about how Roy's hand had felt, there in the small of his back. How it might have felt if it had landed a few inches lower.

The hand on his shoulder made him jump, though he didn't pull away; instead his own hand came up to hold it there as he looked over at Roy, hoping the flush on his cheeks had faded a little even as he found some comfort in the fact that Roy's hadn't. At least Dick wasn't the only one suddenly feeling awkward right now.

He managed a wry grin at the teasing, giving Roy's hand a squeeze but still not letting go. "I'd…call it a tie. Would've been my win if that old brownstone had still been here." He was trying to tease back, but as Roy glanced over and blue eyes met green any further comments died on Dick's lips. His heart was still pounding, albeit a little softer than it had been a few seconds ago, though he wasn't afraid; behind the uncertainty in his eyes absolute trust was shining through.