#brian bird

[vintagewarhol]

[icockchastity]

The chastity cage locks your desires in the prison of time, with every second of waiting intensifying that inescapable yearning.

[enchantedbook]

'Blue Bird' by Brian Wildsmith, 1976

[wwprice1]

10 awesome DC covers for September!

[theladwhoisweird]

Do you think you're still my mother in another universe?

...hope not.

[birdwatcher-sketches]

Blyth's Pipit (Anthus godlewskii)

© Brian Small

[explore-blog]

A parliament of owls, a murder of crows, an ostentation of peacocks... How bird groupings got their strange and wondrous names (involving a forgotten 15th-century woman and some lovely vintage illustrations by Brian Wildsmith, like the one pictured here).

[kirksbignaturals]

if impractical jokers were animals who-made-a-wish-to-become-humans

First up the bald blessing of my life

i think murr would be an otter contrary to popular ferret-leaning beliefs

Sal would be a hamster because he just gives rodent(kindly) vibes and also he'd probably die of fright from something completely non-threatning

Miss congeniality Brian quinn himself..

Q would be a dog, i mean look at that puppy face! probably a big dog thats a little older but so nice and cute like this rottweiler right here

And Joe would be a Gonzo bird-rat type thing

[shitty-mh-aus]

au where they're all birds and The Operator is a big ass eyeless heron

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[tomoleary]

Brian Stelfreeze (painted) and Greg Land (pencils) - Birds of Prey promotional art for the popular team of heroines: Oracle (Barbara Gordon), Black Canary, Huntress, and Catwoman

[clown-paws]

> it's time for loving this mad scientist lady! she deserved a full page before my sketchbook ends

> ID below (credit and thanks to @majorshatterandhare !) and in alt text -

[ID: Four photos of traditional drawings of Raphaella la Cognizi. They are done pencil on drawing paper. Raphaella has long, wavy, light colored hair. She wears a shirt with puffy shoulders and repeating loopy stripes. She wears dark tights under light shorts with a belt. She has metal wings with rivets and two straps which cross over her chest.

Image One: Raphaella is standing facing the camera. Her right hand is on her head and her left one is by her side with her thumb in her pocket. She is blushing and smiling and not looking at the camera. The drawing cuts off above her knees. In the upper left hand corner of the photo, “Raphaella la Cognizi” is written in all uppercase letters. Parts of the drawings in Image Two and Image Three are visble. The words “Whey-hey,” “the,” and “Distant” and also visible, but the Y on “hey” and the NT on “distant” are cut off.

Image Two: a bust drawing of Raphaella. She is angled towards the viewers right and has one hand under her chin. Her mouth is open, like she is singing or speaking. Her fingers have lines around them and get darker as the reach the tips, which are pointed. They are labeled “claws.” There is a small, dark, heart next to her face. The bottom of the drawing from Image One is visible to the upper left and to the upper right a small amount of the bottom of the word “beckons” as well as “distant stars awaiting” are visible from the drawing in Image Three.

Image Three: a waist-up drawing of Raphaella and the Toy Soldier holding hands, like they are dancing, and smiling. The Toy Soldier is back to the viewer. It wears a hat and a uniform jacket. It has short curly hair and it’s lower jaw is a separate block from the rest of its face. Its eyes are closed and it has a curly mustache and painted on blush. Its nose is a triangle, protruding from its face, and darker than the rest of its skin. Raphaella is facing towards the viewer and her eyes are closed as well. She is blushing. Both characters have movement lines next to their shoulders. Underneath the characters is the phrase “Whey-hey the wormhole beckons, distant stars awaiting [exclamation point]” in all uppercase letters. A wing and an arm from Image One and the very top of Raph’s head from Image Two are visible.

Image Four: Raphaella is flying behind a standing Brian. They are both facing the viewer; her left hand is on his left shoulder and her right hand is over his right hand which is on her right cheek. Some of her hair is draped over his on the left side of his head. He is looking up towards her face. Brian has lines on his face deniting the metal plating of his skin. He has shoulder length, lighg colored, curly hair as well as facial hair on his chin and jaw. He is wearing a light colored, collared shirt under a dark wasitcoat. Both he and Raphaella have small circle eyes in this drawing. Raphaella’s wings are flapping, as denoted by movement lines and a secondary outline. There is a small, dark heart next to Brian’s shoulder, where Raphaella’s hand is, as well as one to the upper left of her head. Above Raphaella are the words “Evil Mad Science Lady X Some Guy.” The letters are all uppercase.

End ID.]

[whoopssteddiefeels]

Penny in the Air

Robin is a lot of things: judgey, hyperactive, anxious, impulsive, talkative, loud- there’s a list okay, and she’s very familiar with it. High up the list is that she is very, very gay (if possible, she’s pretty sure she’s actually getting gayer. She blames Steve for this, as she’s pretty sure it has to do with being able to finally talk about her crushes to someone other than her reflection.)

The point is, she’s gay, so she’s not surprised that she notices first. The Steve-Eddie thing. Because it is, in fact, a thing at this point.

She knows Eddie is gay- knows it like the sky is blue and David Bowie rocks- because of, y’know, the way he is (if she had any doubt, the way he leaned in while calling Steve “big boy”, ew, killed it dead.) Her research suggests this is “gaydar,” but its very unfair, she thinks, that so far it has only detected exactly (2) gays, both men, making it pretty much useless. It has given her exactly 0 information on Vickie.

She empathizes with Eddie’s position. Feels it pang under her sternum when his eyes go soft watching Steve talk emphatically, hair flopping around in that ridiculous way it does. Knows how it must catch in his throat when his hand suddenly retracts halfway to Steve’s shoulder, going to his own hair to cover the aborted movement. Tries hard to not over-identify with the sharp tug he gives there, trying to snap himself out of it (fails because she did literally exactly that when Vickie was in the video store the previous day, almost as if he had seen and copied the mechanism).

The part of the puzzle she can’t figure out is Steve. She’s annoyingly aware that he likes (groan) boobies, thanks Fast Times, and he isn’t treating Eddie like a girl whose number he’s trying to score. That being said, whenever the older boy appears, Steve lights up like a damn Christmas tree. Affection doesn’t have to be romantic; she knows this- wants to hit several of the kiddos over the head with it whenever they allude to her dating Steve- but empathy for Eddie is tinting her judgement, and once you put on the gay rose-tinted glasses it’s hard to unsee the possibility. It certainly seems like flirting. Rearranging his hair every three seconds, drawing Eddie’s eyes to the mane that is his pride and joy. Getting what she can only describe as unnecessarily close when he squeezes by Eddie in the video store aisles or whoever’s living room they’re sprawled in, hands brushing a shoulder, back, or one time his hip under the pretense of maintaining balance. The soft blush whenever Eddie flirts hard in a way he knows can be passed off as a joke. The honest megawatt smile Steve gets whenever Eddie starts in on his usual antics is infinitely more endearing than the smolder he’s learned to use like a weapon.

She usually knows exactly what Steve is thinking or feeling before he does. They’ve got that whole platonic soul mate telepathy thing, and he’s easily the center of her social world. So, since she can’t tell what he’s thinking (other than the obvious but unhelpful “Eddie, yay!”), she’s 99.9% sure, from experience, ok, that it means he isn’t thinking. Like at all. So, what she’s witnessing is instinctive, his body just moving into Eddie’s space because it feels correct, and he hasn’t paused to think about it.

             He’s walking that line of comfortable and affectionate that is ambiguously intimate. Could be platonic, could be more. It would be frustrating for anyone with a crush, but she knows from bitter experience with straight-girl crushes that Eddie must be going insane. And yes, Robin and Eddie are friends, but not close enough for her to open a conversation with “So you’re obviously gay and into Steve, my best friend who I talk to every second of every day, and no he hasn’t mentioned it, and neither have I. What’s up with that?” Similarly, she can’t quite figure out how to bring it up to Steve without accidentally outing Eddie in the process.

That’s the main reason she’s keeping her mouth uncharacteristically shut on the subject. She is not, however, above the occasional raised eyebrow, ok, especially as Eddie’s flirting slowly becomes ridiculously obvious. The man is literally leaning on the counter, chin on his hand, mooning up at Steve through his eyelashes. Steve has his hip propped on the opposite side, leaning into the shared space. How are either of them this oblivious, seriously.

~*~

She’s there when the penny finally drops.

They’re not even watching a romantic movie, it’s fucking Life of Brian, all three of them calling out their favorite lines along with the actors, throwing things and generally goofing off. If she takes the armchair to force the boys together on the couch, she doesn’t think anyone can blame her. If she’s feeling a little smug that they both sit in the middle, right next to each other, instead of taking opposite ends, she keeps it to herself. She might not want to stick her foot right in the middle of that mess, but she’s not above setting booby traps.

Robin couldn’t tell you exactly when Steve’s arm went around Eddie’s shoulder; it was somewhere between Eddie practically climbing into Steve’s lap for a “Biggus Dickus” re-enactment, the closeness and flirting safely enveloped in humor, and Steve attempting to force Eddie to “haggle” for the bag of chips. When she glances over from the safety of her armchair, Steve’s arm is trapped behind Eddie’s head, draped over his shoulder on the opposite side. Eddie, usually a constant ball of fidgety motion, is frozen stiff like he’s trying not to scare off a nervous rabbit. Even in the blue light coming off the screen she can see the flush coloring his usually nocturnal-pale cheeks.

The thing is, Steve had just discussed this move with her. Told her to invite Vickie to movie night, recommended light, easily joked off roughhousing and settling an arm around her in a way specifically gaged to judge the reaction. Which means he knows. No way he hasn’t finally figured out what his lizard brain has clearly been screaming for months (seriously, she deserves a medal. Someone tell her future girlfriends about her stamina), not with the way he’s twirling a soft brown curl around and around his finger. He must know Eddie can feel that. And oh. Steve is not-so-subtly glancing to his right, trying to gage that reaction like they discussed, to see if this is ok.

Yup. Robin needs to be literally anywhere else. She tries to be subtle (insert laugh here), muttering “bathroom” and legging it out of the room, seeking the safety of the kitchen. She wasn’t worried though- odds are she could start playing trumpet and those two wouldn’t hear it past the tension of the moment.

 ~*~

In addition to gay, Robin is also easily bored. She hums along to “Always look on the bright side of life,” drifting in from the living room, crunching on some peppery crackers she found in a cabinet in a way that vaguely matches the song’s rhythm. She would just leave the boys to whatever they were going to do (yuck, don’t think about it), but unfortunately the two people most likely to give her a ride home were occupied (seriously, no thinking about it). She’d held out for as long as she could, really, but if the movie was ending, surely she had given them enough time?

Hoping she wasn’t going to regret it, she peaked out of the kitchen, and was relieved to see that 1) everyone still had clothes on and 2) Steve and Eddie were cuddling. Fucking finally.

“SO, BOYS,” she boomed (remember loud is on the list of things she is), trying not to enjoy the way two ridiculous heads of hair jumped and then shifted away from one another anxiously. “Who finally lost the longest game of gay chicken I’ve ever seen?”

Steve’s head makes an audible thump as it drops against the back of the couch, hands coming up to rub at his face as she rounds the furniture to face them, feeling deliciously smug. Eddie gave up any pretense and buried his face in Steve’s shoulder, sweater and hair completely hiding his face.

“Shut up Robin, go away,” Steve groans.

“Nope! This has been the slowest burn of all time, you guys were killing me. I have to balance it out by being just as insufferable.” she chirped, doing her best Steve impression, hands on her hips and eyebrow quirked.

“Technically, I would say we both won gay chicken since neither of us pulled back. No chickens here. Roosters only, in fact.” Eddie surfaces with a smug little smile, dimples on full display.

“Oh you’re definitely a cock Munson, I’ll give you that,”

“Don’t make me flip you the bird-”

“That’s a bit of ostritch-”

“Well toucan play at that game-”

“I’m so happy I like tits-“

“Why me?” Steve grumbled at the same time Eddie dropped his teasing tone to ask, “Wait what?”

“Me? Lesbian. You? Obviously gay. Steve has been flirting back at you for months you dingus.”

“I’ve been what?” Steve sits up straight, suddenly laser focused on Robin. “I have not. I only realized, like, a week ago-”

He was seriously going to be the death of her.

“Steve. Stephen. My guy. What would you say if I told you a girl had been giving me a hair show, the unnecessary squeeze-by, and big eyes? Consistently. For weeks.”

Eddie starts laughing. Then cackling. Steve went an even deeper shade of red, though she could tell this one was more indignant ruby than embarrassed scarlet.

“Thank you,” Eddie wheezed out, fighting down another fit, picking himself up from where he had slid down the couch. “Oh my god, thank you for fucking noticing that. He was wasn’t he? I thought it was just in my head, y’know, and Gareth always said I tend to imagine signs that aren’t there.”

“Oh I know, you think you have a hard time, girls are so physically affectionate platonically, it’s impossible to tell-”

“Ok. Done with this conversation!” Steve interrupted, standing up between the two of them, hands furiously combing through his hair.

Robin only grinned wider at Eddie. “So, Munson, care to give me a ride home?”

“You know, Buckley, I would be delighted.”

“Hey now-” Steve tried to interject as the two of them moved towards the door.

“Why thank you, kind sir.”

“Don’t mention it, fair lady. Your chariot awaits.”

“Wait, hang on, Eddie-” Steve’s tone shifted from confused to plaintive as she stepped out into the night. And she resolutely pretended to not hear Eddie’s reply before he closed the door behind them.

“Sit tight, big boy, I’ll be right back!”

[icockchastity]

Wearing the chastity cage, let your desires find no escape in the tight restraint, feeling that forbidden pleasure only experienced in captivity.

[weepingwidar]

Brian Cirmo (American, 1977) - Floater (2021)

[dropitdoeeyes]

i am asking you about mechs birds ! if you want a specific mech then I'm asking about Drumbot Brian. But I'd love ve to hear about all of them if you want to

(On the verge of tears, covered in blood, out of breath, and surrounded by boards of red string and thumbtacks) I am SO glad you asked

Jonny: A shrike. Small, violent little critters. OR a chicken, because the cannibalism thing. (I also just think it’s really funny.)

Ashes: Whistling kite! They (along with a few other species) take burning sticks from forest fires and spread it to flush out prey. Arsonist bird, just like Ashes!

Drumbot Brian: Canada goose, since they travel long distances (like a pilot might!) this is also one of the birds that just Is Them. Just look at him. Look me in the eyes and tell me that man isn’t a goose. Soft, round, they look good to hold but they’re simultaneously full of violence.. silly goose Brian….

Raphaella: Wandering albatross. Yet another one who really truly just is. Look at that bird. It's her.

Marius: Common kingfisher! He's the one who originally sparked this idea, after we saw a picture of one and immediately got slammed by the idea of anthro bird mechs. The colors. Just look. That bird is Him.

Ivy: Rock ptarmigan, pigeon, or a mourning dove. She's just a soft round bird like Brian. They all have fitting coloration in a way, too.

Toy Soldier: European nightjar. The freaks my one true love. Nightjars look so fake., like they’re one of those puppet animal plushies you put your hand in to move the mouth.

Tim: Steller's jay. He inexplicably reminds me of one, similar mannerisms and everything. Tim is really truly such a corvid, also considered a blue jay for him. Deep down in my heart of hearts Gunpowder is a seabird like an osprey or petrel, though I have no reasoning for those ones.

Nastya: Eurasian magpie. Shiny blue smart bird. Looks mildly disappointed in you. Love u nastya

[red-red-spout]

Honestly Jessie being transgender should’ve been obvious from the start simply on the grounds that a male non-protagonist in the main cast that wildbow actually cares about and doesn't immediately kill off for boring him is a proposition ridiculous in of itself