#birds snippets

[oh-no-its-bird]

Sensei's appartment was as cozy as ever. It was also as easy to break into as ever. Kakashi could take the door, like a normal boy. But doors were for losers and he was Konoha's most talented chunnin, which made him above such things. Besides, it was more fun this way. "Sensei." Minato let out a high pitched shriek, simultaneously flinging himself away from his student and throwing the frying pan he'd been in the middle of taking out of the cubord at his head. There was a flash, and suddenly Minato was behind Kakashi, holding the pan and poised to strike, before wilting as he seemed to register it was just his student. Again. "Kakashi I told you to stop doing that!" "Did you put a hiraishin on your frying pan?" Kakashi asked in disbelief, completely ignoring his sensei's reprimand.

"You do realize that if you keep giving him such a show every time he 'sneaks up on you,' he'll never stop doing it." Kushina pointed out, and Minato laughed sheepishly. "It seems to make him happy though, doesn't it?" "You big softie," Kushina pinched his cheek just shy of hard enough to hurt, but he was too busy grinning to mind much. "C'mere and kiss me, pretty boy."

Minato chapter of Chasing Shadows is finally in progress, let's go !!!

[frownyalfred]

okay but the delicious angst of Batman and Robin getting trapped in a collapse or some other situation where an agonized Bruce is the only thing holding up the rubble/a piece of concrete on his back above an injured Dick, playing at being Superman by holding a superhuman amount of weight on his shoulders because if he lets go, they’ll both be crushed? and Dick wakes up, instantly clocks the situation, and knows that the only thing he can do to help is talk Bruce through it. to distract him long enough for someone to find them. to keep going, B, you can do it—

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

THOUGHT

What if the entire reason why Sanguinius usually speaks in such a formal way is straight up because he's speaking Gothic and thus a second language from his native tongue. Depending on how his native baalite (or however it is called) is, it could mean that Gothic isn't the easiest language for him to speak so he ends up just coming off as super formal. Meanwhile in his native tongue, he sounds a lot less formal and might even seem crass or vulgar when speaking. Mind you, he can still be formal sounding in his native language, but I imagine it's a hell of a lot easier for him to speak in a more relaxed manner.

As much as Sanguinius probably does know less formal ways of speaking in Gothic, but he's not exactly good at speaking in an informal way of talking because he often needs the formal way far more often then the informal. And if he does need to speak informally, it's usually with his sons and thus it's just simpler to speak in his native tongue.

I imagine with his brothers, he may attempt to be somewhat less formal with them, such as Horus, but his accent tends to get in the way at times, or he forgets the word he wants to use entirely despite the fact he has an eidetic memory.

[presidentbungus]

“What are you looking at so intently?” says Engie like any good Texan boy would, all fluttering eyelashes and blushy grins despite the fact his eyes are behind half a centimeter of tinted glass. Medic puffs out his lips into a little pucker, then smooths back out, and Engie glints with satisfaction at just the lightest dusting of pink that rises to his cheeks.

He makes sure to be just a little extra slow and sultry when he leans over and plucks a beer from the case by his recliner-chair. “See somethin’ ya like?” By which he means: you're staring for a good reason, please, god, aren't you? But he’s too respectful and upstanding to say that, though he considers himself certainly talented at this whole implications thing, and the deep mauve Medic turns when he tosses just a slightly inflected look in his direction indicates he must get the general idea.

“Well—hoo, well.” He spends two seconds frankly adorably stumbling through his words and then that gloved hand darts out and there’s rubber around Engie’s wrist, two long, thick fingers barely touching thumb-to-pointer in a little ring. “I was—er…”

He rescinds the hand, temples his fingers under his chin, caught between sitting and standing and settling in a weird in-between as Engie watches, fascinated. “I was just… thinking… about your heart. And your lungs.” He tilts his head. “And, in a small measure, your brain, I suppose. Er, imagining your breathing, and your circulation, and the oxygen flowing in and out of your limbs, and… so on. Drawing your veins in my mind and, and such.”

… Huh. Maybe he misread the situation.

And he keeps just stumbling through, pushing up his glasses every few seconds, still perched on his heels with his arms wrapped around his knees. “You’re a—private man. I have not seen much of you besides what I have been able to—have the company require,” and his voice pushes up a few notes on the last word, and well he’ll be damned if it’s not the cutest thing he’s ever seen, “but I… think about you.”

He lowers his voice just a little for this one, reclining down onto his back. “Oh, you do.”

“You have a very impressive set of lungs. Even for all the, er, damage." Engie frowns and Medic puts his hands up. "That's a compliment."

"Uh-huh."

"And your heart is a perfect specimen. Strong, and healthy… pulsing with vitality," and his eyes bug out just a little on the last line. "I was almost upset to have to cut it out of you… until, well…"

Ain't that interesting. "Until?"

He smiles sheepishly, wringing his hands together with a frankly disgusting sound of rubber against rubber. “… I may or may not have kept your original heart in a jar. With my other personal possessions.”

He mentally re-catalogues everything of interest in the lab, mentally travels to Medic’s big mahogany former-bookshelf, stacked top-to-bottom with preserved organs in jars, and sees a lot of hearts. A lot of hearts. But, then again, his mind is drawn back to a smallish mason jar near the front, suspiciously unlabeled, amidst rows and rows of perfectly organized bits and pieces.

Yeah, sure.

He's sure Medic is approaching this more from scientific curiosity than any particular angle he'd prefer, but heat's rising to his face before he knows it and frankly he doesn't really feel like putting in the effort to quell it.

And just to press the envelope that tiny bit further, he ventures: "Well I'll be darned if that's not the most romantic thing I've ever heard."

Medic turns the color of his tie. Engineer's sure he follows suit.

[jackdaniel69nice]

Tokoyami: *scrolling through the channels on the tv when he suddenly comes across a bird documentary. They are doing a mating dance*

Dark Shadow: Oh! I like that!

Tokoyami: *chuckles and moves on*

Sero: I thought you said the bird jokes were “distasteful”

Toko: It’s funny when we do it

DS: Who said I’m joking~~

[lettersnorth]

“Maybe I’m too much of a distraction.” "Aislinn, darling. You are the most welcome distraction that a man could ever ask for."

[prince-liest]

I needed a break from radiostatic, so instead I bring you: a different flavor of trainwreck waiting to happen!

[m1d-45]

GASP I had another idea. What if, since Xiao now knows who the real Creator is, he prays the them and not the faker on the throne? And when he next visits the creator as a bird, they are excitedly showing him a new bit of power they suddenly got, not knowing that it was his own faith that restored a bit of their glory??? -sibling anon, who is just vibing with this idea like it's a rubix cube

combined this ask w your other one, and sorry this is kinda late/reads weird. been busy and i am tired 👍

word count: 723

xiao knows the one on the throne isn’t his god, and his curiosity about you has turned into conviction.

you’re his creator. you have to be.

you’re soft where they’re harsh, you gently pet his feathers where they snap out orders. he knows he’s only one against many, he knows he doesn’t stand a chance and giving you the worship and praise you deserve, but… he tries.

he’s forfeited all but basic politeness to the fraud, limiting his interactions with them and instead spending his time with you. he spends more time in his bird form than human, at this point, curled into your side as you wander liyue. he takes patrols where you are to keep the others away from you, always ‘just missing’ wherever you are. sometimes he brings you things in return for your eternal kindness, hiding things as a human to lead you to them as a bird.

your bird. your little songbird, perched on your finger as you flip over the coin of mora he brought you with a smile. perhaps he should be ashamed, that an adeptus such as him is reduced to eating from another’s palm, but he’s not. not when it’s you. not when he finds your image the one in his mind when he’s in danger, not when he finds himself defending liyue in your name, not when he makes offerings to you instead of the fraud.

your little bird, your xiao. he knows he can’t do enough on his own, he knows that his small acts of protection aren’t nearly what you deserve, but…

as he flies across liyue, a coin of mora clutched in his claws, he hopes that it will help you in places he can’t.

he lets out a call when he spots you walking between the trees, tucking into a dive. you turn, the same smile on your face as every time that you see him, and he lands in your hand, the coolness of the coin contrasting with the warmth from your hand.

��little friend! welcome back, pretty bird.”

he chirps back at you, settling in the curve of your hand as you pick up the coin he brought you. however, instead of telling him about your day, or continuing on your walk, you reached for the branch of a nearby berry bush—thankfully, one that was edible, though you didn’t go for the fully grown ones instead, you pulled off a small part of a branch with a flowering bud on it.

“look, i learned how to do something new today!”

he chirped, moving closer to your wrist to watch your actions. you held the branch between two of your fingers and carefully brushed over the flower, something green sparking under the pad of your thumb. as he watched, the small bud bloomed, a bright red berry sprouting at impossible speeds.

something like a yelp left him in surprise, his wings puffing up as he tried to make sense of it, and your attention quickly shifted from the branch.

you moved him up and cooed nothing at him, unaware of how far xiao’s mind was from the situation.

you had made the plant bloom. dendro had answered your call, when he knew for certain that nothing had bent to your will when he’d first found you.

he knew being near you was calming—it was why you were constantly surrounded by birds and butterflies, it was how he was clued in to your divinity, at first. the way his karma seemed to settle and fade- even now, his shock washing away under your touch over his wings.

something featherlight pressed to the top of his head and he blinked himself from his thoughts, looking up to see you pulling away.

you don’t say a word, carefully plucking the berry from its stem with one hand. in your other, xiao is frozen again, this time for an entirely different reason. his forehead is alight, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, the problem of your blossoming godhood pushed aside and buried.

you put the fresh berry in your other hand, in front of xiao, and he dipped his head to nip at it.

blessed is he who partakes in the divine.

[gothsuguru]

disrespectfully i’m thinking about suguru’s dilfy dad

[thisnameisnotspokenfor]

It was midnight when they’d finished. Quickly bidding the forest animals a quick farewell they’d returned home to help her birds settle in for the night. To Cepheus’s credit, he’d spared no expense in lacing the old shed with several ‘extra security measures.’

“How does it work?” Asha asked, looking at the now invisible runes etched onto the shed exterior.

“It’s simple! If something thinks about eating them, then it won’t get a chance to have a second thought!”

“That sounds…gruesome.”

“Gruesomely effective? I know,” he beamed as her birds chirped their approval. 

[tracle0]

Snippet Sunday X

babes we reached 10 of them!!!! Here is a snippet to celebrate wahoo!

Wow,” he said. “That’s incredible. Why didn’t we notice anything was weird?”

“We did. We found the gods. But statistic wise… well, when did people realise you were a prophet?”

His steadily growing grin faltered. It was a hard question to answer - there was no one moment when anyone had known, least of all him. When he had been very young, both him and Cain had boldly assumed that some dreams would simply come true, which had resulted in a joint terror of coming home to find their parents replaced by overly zealous frilled lizards after Cain had had a nightmare about it. Perhaps his parents had begun to suspect when he had asked them about grand historical events or for clarity on complex, upcoming social issues he had no right to know about as a six year old. Or perhaps it had been when he had been seven, and had been able to repeat, word for word, the story his grandmother would tell at her upcoming birthday. It had been finally, quietly accepted when he was eight, after he pinpointed the exact grief his father had experienced when his uncle had died, and discussed obscure details of the time his mother had been bed-bound for two months with an aggressive strand of the flu with her, and when the cancer he had predicted three years prior had finally struck their cousin. 

“After every option has been exhausted,” he said instead. He was acutely aware of his hands. Why did they feel so present, so awkward? What did he usually do with them? Try the pockets. Hide them away. 

[oh-no-its-bird]

On one hand: I know it isn't too smart to advertise exactly what I'm writing when I am, bc it means if/when I inevitably fail to produce it, I'll feel extra bad about it bc people knew I was doing it / might have been expecting to see the final product

On the other hand, I really love the feedback and it does give me more motivation to actually keep going

Anyways.

Anyways uhh. Then off screen, MBJ fights a god and demands to be reincarnated w SQH, which is why we see him as Jun later on.

[rrat-king]

psst, hey hey hey, snippet of its Christmas (and no one can fix it)? pretty please???

of course of course (sorry this is a little late)

snippet from my vague happiest season au:

Kristen Applebees was not the biggest fan of Christmas. Life, however, ignored that fact in giving her a partner that had more holiday spirit than she otherwise thought possible. Holiday spirit that somehow led her to be freezing her ass off as the two of them walked down the salted sidewalks of one of the richer neighborhoods in town. Tracker, for all that it was worth, seemed to be having the time of her life, which was good enough for Kristen. Her partner took a special sort of joy in looking at the elaborate displays, the too tall, too old houses and their ancient trees covered in lights that probably cost more to keep on than the electricity for their apartment. Which was not a very festive thought, but it’s all Kristen could think about looking at them, so she found herself just looking at Tracker instead, tracing the way the light reflected off of her nose, her brow, the bow of her lips… “You’re not looking at any of the lights.” “Hmm?”

wip snippet ask game here !!!

[crab-crab]

Scoop

I wrote sad now I present Happy. This is 100% based off the cutscene from Star Wars where Han just picks up Leia and sets her down while walking

The argument brewing between Time and Twilight had been days in the making. 

They had stopped in a town in Legend’s Hyrule, everyone happy to finally be off their feet when everything went downhill. There was shouting from down the hall and Warriors had left to go make sure everything was alright. 

Everything was evidently not alright Sky thought as he heard a door slam open and then closed, heavy steps pounding down the hallway followed by the door opening again with a strained Twilight!

Ever the peacekeeper, Sky stood and hurried away from the rest of the chain. He had just rounded the corner and caught sight of the Rancher storming towards him when he was scooped up under the arms.

Sky barely got out a muffed squeak before he was set back down to the side, out of Twilight’s way, and was greeted by the sight of the Rancher’s retreating figure.

“He moved you like a sack of feed” Wild hummed as he reached Sky’s side and watched along with the Chosen as Twilight finally disappeared outside of the inn. Legend appeared on the other side of Sky with a slow whistle and a glance back at where the Rancher had come from

“Best not get in his way anymore, he’ll just move you.”

—---------

Sky was getting very tired of being moved.

The argument between Twilight and Time had been one thing, Twilight was one of -if not- the strongest among them so it made sense that he could easily lift the smaller members.

Warriors, however, looked like a stiff breeze on Skyloft could blow him over some days.

Sky had tried to stop the Captain from storming out of the academy, saying that he could instead go to one of the other areas where it was safer but no!

Just as Sky had stepped forward to try to placate the Captain he had been scooped up under the arms again and set aside while the older man had disappeared around the corner. 

It was suspiciously quiet behind him

“Oh Golden Goddesses even the Captain can move you”

Sky turned to see Legend looking as if he’d seen the Master sword suddenly talk. Eyebrows hidden in his hair, eyes wide, and mouth dropped open. The other Links were in similar states of surprise.

“Sky come here I wanna see if I can lift you too!” Wild shot up and started heading for the Chosen.

“No!” Sky screeched when Wild dove for him and he jumped back, keeping away from the Champion’s hands.

Legend was wheezing, head planted on the table, and fist banging on the wood as he cackled. Wind had joined in on chasing Sky around and Four seemed to be looking between Sky and Legend with an intense expression, eyes flashing violet.

Another screech made Sky stop long enough to see Legend held up by Four, the Smithy grinning.

“Looks like your lightness runs in the family” He hummed as Legend thrashed about and spit curses.

Sky had enough time to laugh before being scooped up again and glaring down at a smiling Champion.

“You’re so scoopable!” He cackled and Sky heaved a sigh as the realisation settled on his shoulders.

This would not be the last time that he would be bodily moved out of the way.

[thebirdandhersong]

I love your new header!!!!

THANK YOU!! I saw it and I was like ....... huh ....... BIRD????!!!!!!!!! THEME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ace-malarky]

Snippet Sunday 19/1

heyyyy hi here is. the current maybe-end of shapeshifter wip? just short things?

I continue to choose violence because it's funny. to me.

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Halliel sat down on the bench in front of the harbour, coffee cup in one hand and pastry bag tucked into her pocket.

The sun was shining. It hadn't stopped shining since she'd arrived in Shutora with all her belongings in tow, four days ago.

It was out over the sea, climbing to be overhead. The tide was in.

On the far side of the harbour there was a ferry, passengers still exiting.

Halliel ignored them, ignored the town at her back. Eyes on the horizon beyond the harbour, where the sea became one with the sky. "I'm all moved," she murmured. "And everyone's gone. This is it."

A new start, she'd reasoned. Fewer memories to trip over out here, but still close enough that everyone could visit.

Clarice had made it sound like she would be over all too frequently.

An angelic with soft, brown-grey wings cupped loosely to their back bounced up from the boats docked in the harbour in an almost familiar gait, a bag swinging from one hand. They paused, turned, holding a hand to shade their face to look around, even though they wore sunglasses.

Halliel looked away before their eyes met.

"Hey! Could I trouble you for some directions?"

Halliel held back her sigh as the angelic looked down to catch their bag before it slipped entirely from their grasp. "Maybe. I only know a little of the area."

"That's alright." The angelic grinned, closing their eyes as they pushed their sunglasses up onto their forehead, into their tousled soft peach hair. "I don't need anything precise." They met Halliel's gaze.

Halliel sucked in a breath, almost crushing the coffee cup in her grip.

They'd never been able to change their eyes.

"Syn?"

(no I mean that there is the end. that's how we finish. this below? maybe the sequel-don't-let-it-become-a-whole-thing-please)

They tilted their head. "Who…?"

"Sorry," Halliel replied. "For a moment, I thought…" She shook her head.

She'd seen the - the aftermath. Been at the funeral.

They wouldn't have left it, left her, this long if they'd… survived.

"It happens." They shrugged, swung their bag up onto their shoulder. "I'm Iden. You're new here as well?" They folded their wing around their bag to keep it in place, showing black dots on the tips of their longer feathers.

Halliel nodded.

"Oh, great! Maybe we could explore it all together? Harder to get lost when there's two of us, right?"

Halliel stood, causing Iden to take several steps back. "No, I don't - I have plans," she said, lying.

"Oh. Oh, that's fair enough." Iden blinked, face falling before they recovered, smiling. "Yes, alright."

"Sorry," Halliel said, automatic rather than heartfelt. "Maybe-" she cut herself off.

"Maybe," Iden agreed. "Enjoy your plans."

Halliel made some kind of reply before she strode off, picking a direction and definitely not fleeing the scene.