#birds choir singing

[fashionfotorecccluse]

Vertical notes of a birds' choir, singing

[jewishregulus]

um do you like jegulus ? :3

this is maybe the funniest ask i’ve ever received in my life i can’t believe someone has had to ask me this . i need to do better ………

[itstimeforstarwars]

Being in a dead fandom with an Instagram artist is kinda funny tbh. Listen darling. You do not have to tag every character on this post even if they are not in it. You and I are the only ones here. I would reblog it even if it had no tags at all. Please stop spamming you are gonna get shot by tumblr staff and i will be here alone.

[poetnamedesha]

Shine On!

Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com You are sunshine Resting on my face Pressing into my eyes Dancing on the water’s surface Ushering joy into my life Bringing light to my day Rays that creep through my blinds Echoing hope through my mind Speaking to me with birds chirping Alarm clocks ringing Church choirs singing It is a rejuvenating feeling that shines on me Love always, Ayesha

[cassis2006]

um . why do we have to fight to survive the birds are literally singing

[toytanks]

same vibe as this

Scarborough Faire by kayscreativecollection

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

who was going to tell me about the middle verse of you are my sunshine. WHO.

[flightrising]

We're a little late to celebrate Dragon Age Day, but we hope "Literally Dragon Age" makes up for it! Instead of the usual FRFanArt Friday, today we want to see your dragon Wardens, Hawkes, Inquisitors, and Rooks! Share them with #FRDragonAge today and you could see your dragon Dragon Age heroes reblogged!

Video description & dragon information below the cut!

[Video Description] 00:00 - 00:04 seconds: We see a trio of dragons walking through ruins on a beautiful day, complemented by sweet bird song. The foremost dragon on the left is an Earth Flight Coatl rogue dressed in brown leathers. In the middle to the right is the Arcane Flight Obelisk mage dragon, dressed in purple robes with a long, flowing braided mane that transitions from pink to orange in an ombre. In the back, center is the Lightning Flight Ridgeback warrior, dressed in blue-green metals and leather.

00:05-00:07 seconds: The birdsong suddenly goes quiet as a large Autosaving… with rotating circle appears over head. The dragons notice the Autosaving mechanic and jump, their eyes going wide at the implications.

00:07-00:11 seconds: The indicator fades as the skies turn pinkish purple with spiraling clouds and a very large shadow of a three headed dragon appears in the center distance. We hear an ominous multi-harmony chorus start singing.

00:12 - 00:16 seconds: Luminax the great undead dragon is revealed as the chorus picks up in intensity. As the chorus fades out, Luminax roars with all three heads and our intrepid trio jump again, their eyes growing even wider at the sight.

00:17-00:19 seconds: A powerful orchestra with percussion drums in as our Mage, Rogue, and Warrior Rooks ready for battle, determined and surrounded by powerful elemental auras, before the video fades.

[Dragon Information] Rogue

Genes: Coatl, Earth Flight, Ribbon & Eel Camo/Umber Contour

Apparel: Tanned Rogue Set, Primal Claws, Bandolier, Saucer Stare, Intense Attention, Power Up Aura

Mage

Genes: Obelisk, Arcane Flight, Orchid Chorus/Choir/Glimmer

Apparel: Mage's Nightshade Set, Sunrise Unicorn Mane, Winter Staff, Saucer Stare, Intense Attention, Power Up Aura

Warrior

Genes: Ridgeback, Lightning Flight, Copper Petrified/Lode/Scales

Apparel: Aeruginous Scale Set, Lightning Sword, Saucer Stare, Intense Attention, Power Up Aura

(The color of the Power Up Aura was changed to match each dragon's element for the purpose of the short video.)

[alittleworldlywise]

The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can’t lick ’em, join ’em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe a happy man, nor make any celebration of joy.

Ursula Vernon in Those Who Walk Away From Omelas, describing Omelas, the city whose happiness is based on the absolute suffering of a single child. The next two sentences are: "How can I tell you about the people of Omelas? They were not naive and happy children – though their children were, in fact, happy [implicitly excluding the one in the suffering box, who we have not yet gotten to]."

When somebody shares a quote by a famous author like it's something the author personally said and believed, but you know it was actually spoken by a character you're not supposed to like... 😐

[secretcoralgarden]

Part of Your World || Yan GB Little Mermaid x GN Reader

Characters: Adrien

Summary: A Merman who's just curious and wants to be yours

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness

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Yan GB Little Mermaid who is obviously the youngest merman prince of Atlantica amongst his six older brothers. He is the pride and joy of Queen Tritania, with his enchanting beauty and melodic singing voice. He would be titled the best singer in Sebastian's choir if he ever showed up to the practices and concerts. His aloof nature keeps him plenty distracted to ever participate in things that happen around the kingdom.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who collects trinkets from ship wrecks especially anything that was shiny. He absolutely adores the treasures left behind by the humans. His seagull friend tries to tell him what things are, but nothing the bird brain ever says is accurate. It doesn't matter to Adrien though. As long as something he's found has a name and an explanation for its use then he doesn't mind.

Yan GB Little Mermaid whose wonder for humans is endless like the sea's horizon. Even his secret treasure trove of abandoned human items could encompass this boundless curiosity he harbors. Even when his mother finds out about his surface visits, ending up with him being banned from ever doing such things in the future, he couldn't be stopped.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who finds you one night when you were on a ship with pirates who he assumed were your friends. His same seagull friend had pointed you out of the group. Seeing you dance around and the music being played was enchanting. Your smile was infectious and put him into a daydream like state. Maybe if he sang, you would be just as enchanted by him.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who finds himself getting caught up in a small fantasy of him impressing you with his voice that he's been praised for endlessly. The very voice that was the pride of the very Queen of the Sea. He is so stuck in his daydreaming that he doesn't notice or hear the loud splash of something entering the deep ocean.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who realizes that you're not on the ship anymore. He looks around frantically, wondering if you were just a hallucination he made up. But when he sees bubbles rising up to the top of the sea, he knows exactly where you are. His heart drops, and he frantically dives under the water to swim after you. He tries his best to bring you up to the surface as quick as possible so you don't drown. The whole night he's focused on you and swimming you back to the closest beach he knows. Which happens to be the beach of your kingdom. Your palace is sat on the seaside cliff off in the distance.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who admires your beauty as you're unconscious on the warm sand. His fish friend, Flounder, and Sebastian watch with great caution. His seagull friend, Scuttle, also joins as he tries to assess if you're still alive or not. Adrien watches you with amazement. He's always wanted to be close to a human. He's never seen one as beautiful as you, and he saved you. He's in love with you.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who brings a gentle hand to brush back your wet locks. He opens his mouth and starts to sing sweetly. You blink slowly, and you think you see a man in front of you with vibrant red hair singing to you. As Adrien sees that you're waking up he hurries off back into the ocean, leaving you confused. As you arise, you look out at the large ocean in front of you. You were humming the tune that you had awoken too. In your mind, you thought the song was sung to you by angels. Little did you know the merman that saved you was all giddy that you were humming his song.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who becomes love struck and lovesick all at the same time. All he can think about is you. All his dreams involve you. He swims around everywhere with a half lidded dreamy look. His brothers immediately caught on to what was wrong with him. Adrien was always humming to himself with a dazed look. When Queen Tritania see's her youngest son acting like this she becomes worried. His brothers had to explain that Adrien was in love.

Yan GB Little Mermaid whose fish friend helps with Adrien's infatuation with you by finding things that you had drunkenly dropped over board when you were partying with your pirate friends. How did the two know that these objects were yours? Your initials, or last name, were carved into everything. It was mostly due to your boredom. He handles everything with care and has a special spot in his secret cavern for all your items.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who becomes even more absent from his duties and events than before. He's too busy swimming up to the beach in hopes of catching even just a glimpse of you. If you aren't there, he'd just rat to Flounder about things he wanted to do with you.

Yan GB Little Mermaid whose mother tries to use Sebastian as a babysitter for her youngest. Sebastian tries his best but Adrien avoids and evades the old crab way too well. It doesn't take Sebastian long to discover the merman's secret human treasure trove, however. Adrien catches the crab and has him swear to secrecy not to tell his mother.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who has a huge fight with his mother once she found out about his human obsession. She had thought she told him not to go to the surface anymore but of course Adrien didn't listen. Even when his brothers heard the fight going on they did nothing to intervene lest they face the wrath of Queen Tritania. Angry, Adrien swam out of the palace with his mind full of upset thoughts. Luckily, the Sea Witch's trusted pets saw and decided to “help” this poor unfortunate soul.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who is ignorant as he is led to the Sea Witch's liar. The eels promise him that the Sea Witch will make all his fantasies and dreams come true. Adrien is so excited, he doesn't realize that he's being followed by Flounder and Sebastian. Once Adrien is approached by the Sea Witch, he is offered quite a deal. A pair of human legs in exchange for his beloved voice. He is very quick to agree, he doesn't even take into consideration the consequences.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who is so happy and excited abuot the possibility of meeting you properly that he completely forgets that he doesn't have his gills anymore. Sebastian and Flounder are quick to help Adrien swim up to the surface so he can breath. He ends up washing up on the very beach he met you on. He sat on the sand, naked. Scuttle flies up, noticing the familair red head. The seagull helps give Adrien some advice and helps dress him in a torn sail.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who sees you running along the beach. He's so excited he practically runs to tackle you ina hug. You're startled by the sudden contact, but the familair red hair catches you offgaurd. Vague memories of the day you were saved from drowning resurface in your mind. You help him off the sandy ground and offer to take him to your castle, thinking he was a victim of a shipwreck nearby. He nods excitedly and takes your hand. Sebastian decides to go with Adrien by riding on his shoulder.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who is so grateful that you're being so kind to him. The maids give him a bath which is so fun. He didn't know humans could make artificial bubbles. He was also so flustered when the maids give him clothes you used to wear. He shows Sebastian with a huge smile on his face. At dinner, Adrien is quick to take a seat next to you and flaunts the clothes he's wearing to you.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who clings to your arm as you try to eat. He's so fascinated by all the familiar items he had found in shipwrecks. He wonders if you'd be fascinated by his treasure trove. He reaches for his fork and starts to brush his hair with it like he had been taught by Scuttle before. He pauses when he hears your laughter. He felt so embarrassed that you were laughing at him. He was going to stop but much to his excitement you started to copy him. He's so happy. Please let him brush your hair, it's like a dream come true to him. He foes to bed so happy that he completely forgets the curse.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who spends the next day with you. He clings to you and tries to quell his jealousy when other people look at you or even try to talk to you. He chases them off with a glare, however. You take him to a secret river that had a wooden row boat. It was a private boat ride with just the two of you. You row him to a private cove hidden by the leaves of a huge willow tree. Here you learn his name from an unknown whisper in your ear. Then you slowly start to talk about things you liked. He so badly wants to respond. All he can do is nod. When the two of you are knocked over, you're quick to scoop him into your arm and carry him out of the cove.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who's all blushy when you two get back to the castle. You carry him to his room, dried him off with this fluffy thing called a towel, got him new clothes you commissioned just for him, and offered to stay with him for the night. He felt so special as you personally cared for him rather than sending the maids too. He fell even harder. You two ended up cuddling that night. He only had one more day to kiss you.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who tries his best on the final day to woo you and get you to kiss him. He needs you too so he can be with you forever. So he can be a human forever. He dresses all cute. Well he tries. He follows you around all day, clinging onto your arm and refusing to let go whenever you ask him too. It ends up working in his favor really well because you do end up giving him a small peck on his lips. You told him it was a reward for his help that day.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who becomes all flustered and lets out a verbal squeak which makes you startled. So he can talk? He's so happy that he got his voice back and can finally tell you EVERYTHING! He starts with how he saved you and that he was a merman that was cursed into being a human with a deal. He played into the damsel in distress bit hard!

Yan GB Little Mermaid who ends up staying with you after his huge confession. He's just a roommate now. He didn't quite understand the concept, and he desperately wanted to marry you right away, but you had a desire to build a meaningful relationship with him. It confused Adrien so much. It also had upset him. No matter how hard he tried to push, you were firm in your boundary. He reluctantly accepted your terms. He wanted to understand human customs and this was a good way in doing so. That's what he told himself.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who sees you with another man. He doesn't know why but this man is so familiar to him. And he's just as helpless as Adrien was when he first became human. He watched as your hands held the arms of this filthy stranger. It should be his arms that you're holding on too. That's when it hits him. He knows this man! He won't let this stupid Sea Witch ruin his promised happily ever after with you.

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Property of @secretcoralgarden! Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[spookytreecoppie-blog]

I CANNOT get over the season 1 ending in savoureux when Hannibal visits Will in prison. He enters the prison. Hymn-like, holy music starts playing and Hannibal makes this face. All reverent.

He walks to Will's cell and says "Hello Will." The angels keep singing in a choir above, the music makes if seem like this is a sad but inevitable conclusion.

Will says "Hello Dr. Lector," trapped between the bars, perfect framing, perfect expressions, he's like a bird in a cage that Hannibal came to admire.

And then this face?! This beautific smile while the angels reach their lovely crescendo, a stunning spiraling of high notes and harmonies that end in a soothing resolution?!

Is it Contempt? Admiration? Dare I say worship? Like a god admiring his creation? All of them?!?!

It's so fucked up I genuinely can't believe it THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD

[soulrph]

chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition).

basically in 2021 i made a list of prompts inspired by lines in tiktok videos and instagram reels that made me laugh so hard i cried! and now i have returned with another list! these may provide an alarmingly clear image of what my sense of humor is (aka broken) but i figure a little levity is always a good thing! more prompts are forthcoming, but in the mean time: bon appetit!

knowledge has always chased you, but you've always been faster.

no... no, that was mango apathy juice. from the farmer's market.

of all these people, you are the one i understand the least. i want to get to know you better, but like, not that much better.

i-i will CHEW YOUR MEAT!! WHAT are you doing?!

ooooh god, no, you wouldn't be long getting frostbit!

you are evil. like a hobbit.

WHY MUST YOU FAIL ME SO OFTEN?!?!!?

i have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.

AHEM!! fill my cup.

may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings.

i will avenge you mister van gogh.

call off work bestie, we need you to solve a murder. here's fifteen dollars.

you're not in love. you may think you are, you dumb fuck, but you're not.

go ahead and put the ranch away.

sadly, "hopefully" doth butter no parsnips.

forget school, i want to be an italian sandwich.

you shouldn't skip work, you are a lawyer and he is a hamster.

you can stop roleplaying now. you're free.

her coupon game was so fucking raw.

i'm sorry guys... he's making a salad.

you could get a straight guy here if you learned to make a good pasta. i'll teach you how to make a risotto that'll get you married and out of my basement.

hey, do you want me to get together a plate of roast beef and hide it in our room so we can have night meats?

it's not the most ethical thing in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby.

no, children, you're wrong. once upon a time, there was a piece of wood.

and i'm not saying she deserved it, but i am saying that god's timing is always riiiiight.

hydrate or die-drate, ya DICK!

why did the monkey fall out of the tree? because it was DEAD.

new york city is a fictional place written up by someone with a sinister mind and a knack for comedy.

this is grindr my guy.

wait, i didn't finish teaching you the difference between human and wolf anatomy.

it's time to tell your grandmother that she was wrong. do not be afraid.

vanilla vodka... you fucking child.

without ash to rise from, a phoenix would just be a bird getting up.

you are fucking alive. do what you want.

why are you cradling me like a baby, friend? this isn't how guys of my generation hang out.

i hope a hedgehog shits in your cereal, you difficult person.

you know, i am not as mean as i would like to be. and i think people should appreciate that more.

see, i am not a kangaroo.

well, i'd like to help, but... you see... not as much as i'd like not to.

rest in peace you fucking onion fairy.

when god sings with all his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

i fight for a seat in heaven, every. single. day.

map maker? can you find me somewhere on the map where this big man thinks he's the king?

you bald-headed demon...

so... there are 24 million pigs in australia... and 24 million people... so if you ever feel lonely, there's like, a pig out there that's sort of your cosmic twin.

remember, alcohol is god's apology for making us self-aware.

i'm straight!! stop CONFUSING me!!!!!

you guys want something to eat? because... i know we'll die if we don't eat.

he is a BIBLICALLY gorgeous man. i wanna feed him grapes. i wanna fan him with the frond of a date palm from the forests of Lebanon. i wanna find the alabaster vial of perfume oil that one woman broke for jesus and comb it through his hair. like... he's stressing me OUT.

i'm not sad! i'm freaking HUNGRY!

maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you.

it's not my fault you thought you lived in this IKEA.

let's leave my mother out of this.

jason may kill people but he's not bad enough to kick a dog.

i run for LUMP!

oh no, i'm all out of caring, baby!

you don't think it mcbe that way... but it mcdo.

what is this enticing bowl of white?

serious question, do his nipples sparkle?

what in the reese's peanut butter fuck is going on here?

if your parents don't buy it, stop loving them!

i just hope you know just how much you've decreased productivity today.

that was poetry at its FINEST.

and if you let that motherfucker shenan ONCE, you best believe they're gonna shenanIGAN!

may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took her mom to the hospital to give birth to her.

that's modern milk for ya. what a time to be alive.

you have attachment issues. please fix it.

remember when people had secrets? we should bring that back.

the moon landing was an elaborate marriage proposal.

i don't like the cobra chicken.

i didn't know eggs were this expensive? it's time to lay my own, i fear.

so you're saying the reason i don't have a girlfriend is because i'm not a big enough threat yet.

god gave him a top lip, that's why he's so powerful.

it's a common mistake, but frankenstein was actually the author.

i finally got a pocket-sized diary!!! also i don't get the concept of life.

if a beautiful woman disagrees with me, i will immediately change my view. i've no principles.

how did you all end up married to such boiled potatoes?

if so much as one tear drops from their eye... i will slap you back into your mum.

you are ringing a phone that does not like to be rung.

look how Dr. doofenschmirtz had a fucked up childhood but didn't project his trauma onto his teenage daughter. he projected it onto a platypus.

it is mathematically impossible for you to get a wedgie.

i'm breaking up with you. i love you, it's just... i don't think you could protect me from a mummy.

if you can't do fractions....... you will fucking die.

that's right; in the year 1791, all of our bottoms were killed in a Big Bottom Massacre.

people always assume i'm mean. like CAN you BELIEVE THAT CRAP?! like WHAT would make you think i'm MEAN?! I'M THE NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET!

the chocolate milk is strikingly overpriced and at the same time very easy to steal; another of god's little tests.

someone's gotta tell the waiter that i ordered mashed 'taters and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me.

if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

heyyy idk if you write angst but imagine a killer only targeting like singers at a bar (or like anywhere really) and reader is the one going undercover and has a crush on spencer but knows he likes jj and this song is your best American girl by Mitski

this will be like sea1 reid since his crush was more active. also lacy by olivia rodrigo also works with this request. yeah this album came out in 2016 and im doing 2005 spence…so what?

this killer was targeting buskers on the street, specifically singers. definitely a unique case where the puzzle pieces took a little longer, the victims weren’t in the same vicinity or even connected. just singers on the streets.

so with not much else for the moment, you volunteered yourself to draw attention. everyone was hesitant but you insisted, plus you use to do choir in high school. so the following night you took an empty spot where the killer struck last.

“try doing an emotional song. maybe he connects with your feelings of something and sees his killing as a mercy,” derek spoke through your ear piece as you messed with your microphone.

your eyes landed on spencer and jj off in the distance, your brain catching up and thinking of a song. clearing your throat and tapping the mic, you introduced yourself and the song of choice.

“your best american girl by mitski.” getting an instrumental version pulled up to guide you. you started soft, nervous as you kept your eyes closed trying to find your rhythm.

“your the sun, you’ve never seen the night. but you hear it’s song from the morning birds.” a breeze tickled your skin as you reopened your eyes to find spencer staring over at jj while she scanned the area. your heart deflated.

“well, i’m not the moon, i’m not even a star. but awake at night i’ll be singing to the birds.” throat getting a bit choked. knowing that you’re nowhere within his orbit while she is always a spot in his heart.

“got eyes on a sketchy guy, three o’clock.” jj’s voice echoed in your ears causing you to stutter on a line. quickly wrapping up you decided to do one more song to see if the suspect will stick around.

“this next song is lacy.”

[wynnyfryd]

Eddie

He gets it now. Goddamn does he get it.

Eddie straightens his spine and looks out over the landscape, everything lush and brilliant green; Appalachian hills after morning rain. Eddie is seven again and running through long, dewy grasses behind his grandmother’s house, his fingertips dancing over rich emerald blades. The colors blur together and splinter like facets of fine jewels. He’s hearing all these cosmic sounds: whale calls, bird song. Choirs of elves and men and beasts, and beneath it all the low thrum of deep space.

He takes a deep breath and the universe breathes with him, particles of old stardust filling up his lungs. Rejoicing with him.

Exhale. Om.

Everything is beautiful; everything is one.

And then there’s Steve. Radiant as the rising sun, his smile splays dawn across Eddie’s horizon — casts out the lingering dark, bathes him in pure and holy light.

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie utters in abject awe. His lips are numb. “This shit is wild.”

——

Steve

“Hello?”

“Hi, Mrs. Emerson,” Steve answers, always polite where parents are concerned. “This is Steve Harrington.”

“Oh, hi Steve, sweetheart! How are you?”

Steve bites back the sigh he’s desperate to let out. Bake a woman brownies one time and she’s fucking obsessed with you. He doesn’t have time for this. “Oh, I’m great, thank you. Is Gareth around?”

“Sure! Let me go grab him for you.”

There’s white noise over the line, muffled sounds of movement, thudding footsteps down the stairs, and then Gareth finally answers, “Hey.”

“Hey yourself, you little jackass. What the fuck did you make my boyfriend take?”

“First of all, I didn’t make him take anything. He was practically begging. And secondly, mushroom tea.”

“Oh, goddammit; goddamn you, man.”

Gareth cackles down the line, doesn’t even have the decency to pretend he’s sorry about it. “Has he started dirty talking to his guitar yet?”

“For the last, like, twenty minutes, yeah.”

“Oh, good.”

“How is that good?”

“Means the trip’s almost over. Give it half an hour; he’s gonna doze off and wake up craving mac and cheese like a motherfucker.”

From the bedroom, Steve hears Eddie mumble-singing some unbelievably horny sentiments to his instrument. “I hate you so much.”

“Mom wants more brownies, by the way.”

“So. Much.”

[mlmxreader]

Wood Carvings | Kili x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Kili

15 "As long as I'm with you, I'm happy"

18 "You don't have to say anything" ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Kili get to have some one on one time for once.

: ̗̀➛ N/A

↳ @arthurmorgansballsack

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The fires burned low, creating a soft crackle that was more akin to a hum than anything else, hardly disturbing the vast woodland surrounding you; it was dark, with the skies an obsidian colour and the stars glittering with silver and steel, the lonely moon sat upon its throne with a slight frown.

The trees were tall and thick, bursting with such great life despite their leaves rotting on the ground below and creating homes for beetles and ants and spiders and woodlice; amongst the proud and steady branches, birds slept soundly as they nestled in their nests and snuggled in for the night.

The trees stood guard and watched proudly, just like the tales of old that had said that, once, there had been huge giants that looked like trees who protected forests and each of its species; those that protected tall and slender trees were tall and slender themselves, and those that protected towering and fat trees with thick roots were towering and fat with thick feet.

But those were just tales from an older time; there were no guardians of the forests and the woodlands anymore. The bushes were thick with life, as well, though; with their spiky arms, they were tipped with berries of black, red, blue and green.

Sweet berries that were protected by brave little spiders who were brown and black with stripes on their backs; the spiders seemed aware of who was friend, who was foe, and who was food as they scuttled away from the berries or closer to them depending on who reached for them.

Trolls didn't dare to go near there, and neither did orcs, for fear that the old stories from an older time were true; dwarves would be on edge, fearing that those giant trees would rise up again.

But in a far off land, there was home. It was so close, yet so far.

Almost able to be sniffed out like the smell of those sweet breads with the dried currents inside them that were always baked on a Sunday by the master of the house; she would grin as she put them down, humming songs of old as she went about baking those sweet breads.

They were a staple of the culture.

Just like the wooden spoons that hung up on the wall of the kitchen; they were carved with dragons and dogs and hearts and words in an old language. An ancient language.

Just like the horse's head skeleton that sat in the attic ready for the new year along with its brilliant white sheet and its plant decorations.

Just like the old songs in the old language that the children would sing when they took part of choir until they were older; most of them would continue singing well into their old age, just like the master of the house.

Home.

The smell of soup made with leeks and herbs dense in the air on cold nights, and the hustle and bustle of the mines throughout the day. It was difficult not to miss home when amongst the woodlands, but when you looked beside you at Kili, it didn't feel so bad.

You could still remember when Gandalf had sought out your employment. An miner by trade, you were more than used to long days in the darkness; a pickaxe in your hand, you could withstand any kind of weather and you had the strength needed for what he required.

He had a burglar, that much was true, but he also needed someone who would be able to help the brothers if they needed it. Somehow, Gandalf had learned about you; from your grandmother - the master of the house - he had learned that you had spent the best part of your life down the mines.

Covered in soot and coal, used to the roar of fires and the harsh weather that came with such a job; it was an important role back home, he knew that, and it had forged part of the identity of the people. But through the owner of the mines, Gandalf had also learned of your other skills; you spoke the old language just as well as you did the language of men.

That old language was said to soothe dragons to sleep, and to cool their tempers; he had heard stories about it. The old and ancient language that was as old as dragons themselves; spoken for thousands of years, it was soft on the tongue and quick in the throat.

Gandalf had heard that it was able to work on dragons of any kinds - from fire drakes to the one that he knew rested within your home. It slept in the mountains, a great red beast with thick armoured scales, much bigger than any other dragon, and much more agile and tough, too.

Along its back, it was covered in thick armoured spikes, with a spear-shaped tip on its tail and its tongue. Its claws could tear apart a mountain with ease, and its great red teeth could easily rip through any building in Middle Earth; with its four legs on the ground, it could extend its massive wings and cause devastating hurricanes and awful winds.

But it stayed asleep in the mountains, waiting.

Waiting for the call of its people to sing for its aid; only then would it stir.

The armour that had been worn by those within your lineage was made of that dragon's scales; it would shed them once every hundred years, and when mixed and forged with steal, the armour was unbreakable. Bright crimson in colour, with a large dragon engraved upon the breastplate.

The sword that your forefathers had passed down was made of the dragon's teeth; it would shed them along with its claws once every ten years, and the people would use them to make weapons. Arrows, bows, axes, maces, pickaxes, swords, daggers.

They were the sharpest in all of Middle Earth, and scarce to come by. Families were protective of their armour and their weapons, as they knew how valuable such a thing would be.

Gandalf hired you, knowing all of that, and although you weren't sure about leaving home at first, when you looked at Kili beside you, you knew that it was worth it.

He was leaning on your helmet as he laid on his side with his arm propped up on the dense scaled armour; he smiled when he looked at you.

His raven hair looked beautiful in the moonlight; dark spiced rum in a glass on a winter's evening, but twice as warm. His eyes seemed to sparkle with the silver steel of the stars, and his smile ripped all the homesickness away from you.

You smiled back, swallowing thickly as you hummed.

"What are you thinking about?"

You shrugged, daring to turn your gaze back to the woodland around you. "Home."

"Do you miss it?" He asked quietly.

You nodded slowly, daring to laugh softly. "I miss it, sure, but... when I'm next to you, it don't feel so bad."

"I should hope not," Kili laughed quietly. "We've spent enough time together."

You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him onto his back. "Shut up. You know what I mean."

It took everything in him not to laugh loudly as he stared up at you. "Tell me about it - your home."

"We're a proud people, like you lot," you started, "we've had our culture and traditions for thousands of years, maybe more. Our language is older than yours, and we're... we're an alright bunch, really. It's hard not to miss the coal mines and the sweet breads, though..."

Kili hummed. "You said about spoons not too long ago."

"Oh, the spoons," you grinned, nodding for a moment. "We carve our wooden spoons for those we love. Family, friends, lovers. Anyone we love more than life itself - we carve spoons for them."

"And me?" He asked, raising a brow. "Would you carve a spoon for me?"

"I'd carve you a thousand spoons," you whispered softly. "I love you beyond the point of creation."

He smiled, nearly grinning; a familiar warmth in his chest, one that always went with him whenever you smiled his way or laughed at his jokes. His hands shook slightly as he struggled to bite back his glee. "You would?"

"I would," you agreed. "I would carve you spoons with your name in my language, ones with bows and arrows. I'd carve ones with Dwarvish runes. Ones that have the same pattern as your braids. I'd carve you spoons with anything, if only I had the wood..."

"Give me a moment," he murmured, getting up and humming to himself.

You watched him wander away, assuming that he just wanted some of the ripe berries from the nearby bushes; you cringed when he almost kicked Thorin's foot, and again when he nearly kicked Bilbo in the head. You didn't think anything of it, staring out at the woodland as you waited.

Kili grinned to himself as he searched the trees for branches that had fallen off; gathering them in his arms as he beamed and wondered if you would ever teach him how to carve them, too, if he managed to get enough wood.

He picked the ones that were fit for the part - branches that weren't too long but not too short, ones that were fatter than they were thin - and cradled them in his arms as he gleefully gathered up whatever he could carry.

More than happy with himself as he brought them back to you eagerly and set them beside you where he had been laid.

"I got some wood," Kili told you with a beaming smile. "Do you think you could teach me how to carve them?"

"Do you have a knife?" You asked, and when he produced one that he had stolen from his brother earlier, you did you best not to laugh. "Alright, grab a branch. You know what a spoon looks like, don't you?"

"I do," he nodded, his hands shaking as he tried to control his excitement. "I'm going to carve yours with a tree... is that possible?"

"Anything is," you told him, guiding his hand slightly. "Go more gentle at the tip, you don't want the handle to be too thin. Remember, most of the carving is on the handle."

Kili nodded, meeting your eyes as he hummed. "I love you - you don't have to stay anything back, I know you do, too."

"I love you, too," you murmured. "You're... you're part of my home, and as long as I'm with you, I'm happy."

"I'm glad the wizard hired you."

"Me, too," you smiled, shaking your head. "Don't be afraid to carve the end of the spoon too thin - it's not meant to be used for eating."

[charliedawn]

Hi Charlie, I like your fanfics. I wanted to ask you how the slashers react to a reader who has two blue macaws as pets (something like Blu and Jewel from the Rio movie and that they speak and the slashers can hear it) I already forgot that I asked you this before jsjsjsjs if you don't have a problem

(Here you go. Hope you’ll like it. 👍)

Freddy Krueger:

Blue macaws who can talk, dance AND sing ?! Count Freddy in for a dance contest. He’s got dance moves to show.

Freddy: "B*tches ! Get off the dance floor ! Freddy in the place !"

Jason Voorhees:

Jason would be surprised at first. However, he would be happy to see birds dancing and singing. But if they asked him to dance ? Oh boy. That boy has absolutely no clue how to dance or sing.

Pennywise and Penny:

Those two are great dancers. The best. They tend to outshine anyone else on the dance floor. Plus, they could turn themselves into birds and chill with the other macaws.

The Sinclair Brothers:

I’ll let you guess who is whom. Bo is the greatest dancer hands down. He wanted to attract the ladies when he was younger and knew that dancing would be a good way to make them swoon. But his sort of dancing is…suggestive. 😅

Patrick Bateman:

The gif is self-explanatory. He would join in and do his little murder steps.

He could get curious about how macaws taste though.

Would probably try cooking them for dinner. Plenty of protein in those.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahm ‘Born For The Dancefloor’ Brahms.

That man knows how to dance and isn’t afraid to steal the spotlight. If there is something that stayed from his many private lessons during his childhood is his dance skills.

Plus, macaws singing and dancing and talking ? Brahms would love it. It would make him feel like a Disney princess.

Norman Bates:

Norman is old-fashioned, but he would enjoy having a little party and dance with the singing birds. He would even join in on the singing. He used to participate in church choirs in his youth.

Michael Myers:

He would be suspicious at first.

Macaws who sing and dance ? Really ?

But after he realises that they are not a threat, he would learn to appreciate them in his own way. He unfortunately cannot sing or dance since he never learned how, but he would happily look at everyone else having fun and enjoying themselves.