#birds of pretentiousness

[starflungwaddledee]

Hear me out…Meta Knight and Starstruck

✧˖°.✧ gravity ✧˖°.✧ ɡravɪti (noun) 1. the force that attracts a body towards the centre of the earth or towards any other physical body having mass 2. the degree of intensity of gravity, measured by acceleration 3. extreme importance; seriousness 4. solemnity of manner

[if-you-heart]

what the cluck

erm what does blird think he’s doing

[starhoodies]

i'm so in love with one of your last pieces, REBIRTH I think it is? It's so so good, was in inspired by anything in particular?? I'm just in love with it! Goshh I hope you get inspiration to finish it's accompaniment piece as well!

OH hey!! Sorry this is late!

The Rebirth WIP was for the previous soriku week's prompt, which I believe was "REVERSE // REBIRTH" (?)

I kinda knew right away I wanted to do "Rebirth", and the concept was initially inspired by a song that started off with "The End" and ended with "The Beginning" as its first and last lyrics.

I knew I wanted to go the pseudo baptism route because KH loves both subtle and unsubtle religious symbolism and so do I, especially when it comes to Riku. and YEAH IT'S ON THE NOSE, but so is haloing riku a billion times with the sun/literal halos in KH3 lest audience forgets hes gay jesus or whatever.

that's the short answer but I wrote more cause the adhd meds are bussin rn

so ok I wanted to do a companion piece that hearkened back to KHI's end from Riku's perspective. After everything he's done, his story ending in KHI being a perfect one for him in his eyes. One where he's cut loose from dragging his friends down with him. His vain attempt to gain power to alter the course of a destiny he feared resulting in losing himself and hurting the people he swore to protect. It's justice! It's his punishment. That's "THE END."

and then all of a sudden he's being roughly yanked outta the water by a frantic sora who has been looking everywhere for him.

Despite it all, he's dragged into a second chance. Through gaining control of his darkness and facing his fears in CoM, his choice to keep all his memories, his devotion to Sora, his last stand against Xemnas. Even after all he's done, even with the lengths he's gone to wake Sora up, and despite not even wanting to be found, he can still go home. (and he kinda doesn't get a choice cause sora and kairi were kinda ready to wrestle him to the ground lmao)

In the end, he gets his body back, gets his friends back, and even his old home welcomes him back, the same as it ever was.. KH2's end was super satisfying but it's also just the beginning. There's still much more weighing him down, even as he treads water back to the shore, but yknow...all in due time.

UHHH there's probably more to his I'm not explaining well enough but YOU get it. YOU'VE played the games. YOU know whats going on.

anyway I love it when riku looks at current circumstances and is like "yes this is how it should be, and is probably better than i deserve" and then the narrative hands him another W and he's like

[straightlightyagami]

from my time lurking on there i am of the opinion that the thing about 4channers is they act dumber than they are while thinking they are smarter than they are

[mactiir]

forget online personality tests, what would your character select soundbites be if you were a character in a CRPG

[definedvines]

my huge pet peeve is when people say some animal species are "apparently related" all animals are related it came free with your fucking evoLUTION its about who's more closely related to each other than others

[ahalliance]

“i may not entirely trust my assistants but… i won’t lose them” fist pounding floor s2 paranoid yet genuinely caring jon jarchivist sims my beloved you will always be famous

[shootybangbang]

he is soggy and he is tactless and he looks down on people who don't iron their clothes. in an ideal world somebody would have beaten him to death with a large stick several years ago.

[partyinthemysterymachine]

and i think to myself: augh what a wonderful world

(commission by @radrezi )

[stellerssong]

Swan I promise I'll get caught up on your fanwork soon. Soon as I actually watch these overdue DVDs of The Watchman😉. In the meantime consider this an invitation to do a director's commentary from back when Will Graham was a bird?

please enjoy your viewing of the watchman! don't quote me on this, but i hear he (the eponymous watchman) was in a comic book once...really make u thimk.

oh god okay umm...how do i put this politely for the good people in the audience who have not been following me since 2013. so. ok. so i've long maintained that turning a character into a bird monster is one of the truest forms of love i am capable of expressing. "but swan!" you say, shocked and horrified, "surely you mean turning a character into a WEREWOLF is one of the truest forms of love you are capable of expressing! you have a whole thing about werewolves! it's an expanded universe with hinted crossovers! there's internal logic and now a magic system! you have spilled literally thousands of words that are No Plot Just Describing Midcycle Werewolves and you KEEP THREATENING TO DO THAT MORE." and like. you're not wrong strictly speaking. and i do inflict that aggressively upon my favorite characters. but there is something particularly monstery about the bird monster that a werewolf just doesn't get at.

it's the uncanny valley of it all, you dig? a werewolf is, when you get down to it, a wolf whose instincts are fettered to a human perception of the world—hence, functionally, a dog. a very large, gross, dangerous, infectious dog, in some cases—a dog with hands and fucked-up people teeth, frequently—but it's fundamentally the emotional tension of the dog that i'm working with here, right? the sit and stay and will i get a pat or a kick of things, the what is a pack and what are they owed of it, the animal caught in a little box with the human and the realization of how little space there is between those two things. which is all lovely delicious good food for me, personally, and of course i am capable of making something tangibly offputting out of those compelling pieces.

but the bird monster is a different game. that's a different part of the uncanny valley, and i hesitate to call it a more physical part, but the physicality IS part of it. a bird has warm blood, like you or like me (with apologies to any reptiles, amphibians, ectothermic fish, etc. reading this). it breathes air. it's often social and intelligent. it has a voice—more importantly, it makes music. we connect with these qualities, as fellow warm-blooded social tetrapods. we think, oh, this is a familiar creature, this is a creature i can easily empathize with (again, apologies to those reading this who, like me, are thrown into a tearful cute-aggression frenzy over the japanese giant salamander).

but a bird feels different from a human in a way that a dog doesn't. it's got feathers. it's got hollow bones. it's got an expressionless face and eyes that don't convey the same warmth as a dog's or a wolf's or even a cat's. there are tame birds and domesticated birds, yes, but in general there's not the same cultural sense of the bird as companion animal that smooths the way (or burdens) the dog or the wolf-as-dog.

and it flies. that's fuckin' different.

so it's a different tension there. where the werewolf's sense of alienation stems from the uneasy knowledge that there's gray area between wolf and dog and human, the bird monster's deal is a more classic disjoint. a human is not like a bird. these two things are (or feel) more diametrically opposed. and yet in the bird monster they exist within a single body anyway. the human in you is content to travel in two dimensions. the bird in you understands that there's a whole lot more world if you just look up. the human in you needs the solidity of earth underfoot and the comforting anchor of gravity. the bird in you knows those things for chains and cages in disguise. the human in you tastes blood and grimaces, gags, spits and screams and weeps. the bird in you swallows, expressionless, and sings.

ok so then imagine if it was will graham,,,

[ghostoffuturespast]

The Phantom Augur's Lexicon

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[xero-wyld]

Skull, Colourized I

Watercolour Pencil, 2023

[wander-wren]

Camp NaNo July Is Upon Us

tomorrow begins the month of july, me attempting to write another book, and a little trial run where i talk about that on this blog! so…what am i writing about this time?

SAYBLIYE is the story of a city split in half by an old war between science and magic. Senna is a prodigy tracker being groomed to take over the Registration of Magical Entities. Maggie is a defector from their older brother’s rebellion trying her best to escape the city and never look back. When the two of them are captured in the same rebel prison, they’ll learn that this war is a lot more complicated than they ever knew, and if they want to survive, they’ll need to work together.

in other words: two nonbinary lesbians have an enemies-to-lovers arc while planning a prison break and reluctantly decide to wreck the government together.

(still working on my aesthetic game. also, don’t come for my working title, it’s two years old and i’m too emotionally attached to rename it like i should)

my goal for the month is to write 20k. hopefully more than that! but it’s been over a year since i worked on this wip and i’ve only recently gotten back to my own stuff, plus, y’know. I’m Busy. so we’ll see how this goes!

happy camping 🏕️

[uncaught-coolfish]

you know. it’s probably obvious how I initially named rose taurus ROSE as like. a tie to whatever adam’s emblem is. you know the rose on his back. but the more I’ve thought about that as I write onward the more the concept makes me want to um. bury myself in a hole and cry

that rose, his mother, rose , the rose on his back is just behind him just out of reach. his belief that his mother is whose free in death and him still denying and not accepting the fact that he was GIVEN FREEDOM and that he’s truly free and that belief that freedom will always be right behind his back. just. out. of. reach.

just like his mother, who he still cannot help but wish he’d died with that night. no matter the circumstances, so long as they could’ve stayed together.

A young Faunus boy looking up into the eyes of his deceased mother, whose eyes were “just as blue as his were”, with his eyes being described as blue as the sky’s in the first chapter, the sky symboling his freedom, the sky becoming something painful to look up at

and the fact all adam goes on to remember of his mother is her name. rose. a name that isn’t even her real one. i can finally kill myse

[piracytheorist]

You use gοοgle docs ONCE

[laomelettedufromage]

Not to be a huge herp nerd but in Lbfad, they’ll occasionally have a frog chorus going in the night time nature scenes and they could very well be using East Asian frog calls (I know almost nothing about the herpetofauna of east Asia, let alone their frog calls) but it sounds like Pseudacris crucifer and Pseudacris maculata and so each time I’m like 👁👄👁 show me them