#but ya bird characteristics

[crab-crab]

I made this up real quick to kinda show what I mean when I talk about the eye black around their eyes. It’s supposed to make them look more like birdy eye shape if that makes sense? Its supposed to make their eyes look like bigger and reduce sun glare and all that fun stuff

All I'm saying is that its fun to think of Sky (and by extension like all of Skyloft) to have bird characteristics if Loftwings are the other half of their souls. I love Sky being good with any bird and having almost like a connection with them. But this goes like further

Sky has really good eyesight, Warriors even once said that he has eagle eyes, And its makes sense too! Cause knights have to be able to see if a kid is about to go over the edge of Skyloft, or they have to be able to spot someone who's actively falling through the sky.

Also Sky accidentally spooking some of the Chain cause when he's watching for something his eyes turn very raptor/ bird of prey like. I can see him and Wild and Twilight bonding over their more animal like traits/mannerisms if that makes since?

And Skyloftians making birds sounds to the Loftwings? Having a sort of semi-conversation through noises and their bonds? That's my type of stuff! I love this stuff!!!!

Also where the culture of Skyoft like surrounds it? Idk if this it how it works but maybe call it creative liberty or just having fun! But Skyloftian knights using like eye black like football players to reduce the suns glare when patrolling? And they do it in the shape of birds eyes/ use it so their own eyes look more bird shaped? I love these kinds of ideas and I gotta share them with yall cause of just how fun it could be!

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"Wh—are you looking at me for some sort of explanation?! Do I look like I know anything?!" you asked, incredulous at Daryl's expectant gaze.

He let out a gruff laugh despite the situation. "Dun ya have a doctorate?"

You crossed your arms. "Yes, and if you need to perhaps identify birds by ear or native plants by leaf characteristics then I'm happy to help, but this shit is beyond me!"

Daryl smiled at you and his eyes crinkled with it. "Right... got it. Well... ya are a scientist. I thought ya might know—"

"About zombies?! Daryl, this shit is so far off the rails no one knows what's happening! I could be a Nobel Prize winner and have nothing in this situation!" "Ah, tha's alright. I'll keep ya around anyway..." A/N: Me, in the apocalypse fr fr XD

[valtsv]

fuck it. silt verses oc masterpost. eat up.

- anastasis crane - god-hunter, atheist, and wandering vagabond. both predator and prey in a single being. does dirty work so others don't have to. it's ya boy annie.

- house crane - old money cult family who rebranded after their god was outlawed following the imago war. now they construct and review binding contracts for both peninsulan and linger straits bodies of commerce and government - with an emphasis on the "binding" aspect. rumour has it they've been granted special dispensation to keep practicing their illegal and rather nasty banned rituals, so long as they're discrete and keep providing their services to the people who matter. they don't mix much with anyone outside of the family except on business, and are rarely seen in public. it's generally agreed that the reports of many of them being not altogether human are just scary stories for children, but a few people have claimed (under the influence of a few rounds at the local bar) to have known someone who worked for someone high up in business or politics who can confirm the truth of such claims with their own eyes. of course, these people have generally since disappeared, which makes corroboration difficult. their characteristic spindly, spidery features are probably just a product of ancestral aristocratic inbreeding. probably.

- fen kahron - ferryman presiding over a treacherous stretch of marshland. you will not be able to cross without her help, but that hasn't stopped people from trying, either out of principle or to avoid the toll, which takes the form of something of personal value to the individual. fortunately, her god's mouth is always open. she's not terribly fond of the parish of tide and flesh - her relationship to her god is personal, and they keep trying to convert her. which is silly, really, because she's been dead for a very long time.

- the carrion-herald / the bleach-bone king - an angel/saint(?) of death and decay that feeds on the dead and dying in extreme, remote environments where rescue or retrieval is unlikely. his coming is heralded by his halo of carrion birds seen circling overhead. those who worship him see this as a sign of luck - either you've been chosen to meet him, or to bear witness to his procession.

- harmony joy - a love-saint who leads a dancing plague. once human, she called a god into her in her aching loneliness after being ostracised utterly from her community and forced to bear witness to their collective happiness together, which blessed her to dance forever so beautifully that she would never want for a partner again. she might seem sentient at first, but spend long enough in her company (not recommended) and you'll soon realise that her apparent personality is simply a fragmented collection of lovingly preserved scraps of her past lovers, who, once in her thrall, will dance until their bodies give out, even if their minds should break and skin and sinew should snap and be torn away in strips. sightings of her procession have dwindled in recent years, likely due to modern technological advancements allowing for more effective deterrence and warning systems, as well as the improvements in long-range weaponry, but she still features prominently in urban legends and cautionary tales about staying out late alone.

[dragonridernoobie]

I’m kinda embarrassed cause I messed up last time so I may go anonymous for a lil bit but I had an idea! Okay transformers=shiny reader who likes shiny things=crow behavior

And what do crows love?! SHINYS! Now to ideas for this Crow!Reader who keeps just trying to collect the transformers(wether reader is like a crow harpy/actually has bird characteristics or is human/crybertronian is up to u😌) ORRRRRRR she keeps bringing them shiny things cause she likes them and is trying to court them but they don’t get it, and reader is super possessive of her shiny things

Characters: Optimus(TFP or Bayverse you can pick!) Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Megatron(I’ve read all of the fics for him and need more:,))

Don't be embarrassed. We all do stupid shit, but if you still want to go anonymous then go ahead. Remmber one of my rules here are no shame. Also, I like this. I will try my best, hope you like it!

TFP X Avian Reader

Background info: The reader is an escaped experiment from MECH. They tried to make a super human but failed, this is for the optimus one.

Also, reader is an avian. I think it fits better. Also, this is what a avian looks like.

Optimus

Optimus was minding his own business. He was following an energon single intel he came across a massive trap laid out by MECH.

Inside he found reader.

He was amazed since he never seen a human with feathers or wings.

He definitely noticed how they acted like a bird. Meaning reader ruffled up their feather's, and tried to make themselves bigger.

Like an owl.

How an owl dose it

He talks calmy to it and frees it.

Reader takes this chance to fly away.

Optimus was surprised, worried, and sad that reader flue away but he hopes to find them again

Weeks past and optimus starts to find strange objects right outside of the base

Broken beer peices, rings, cans, even an engergon crystal once.

When he stayed up late to catch the intruder, he finds reader.

She was the one bringing the stuff to the base.

Optimus takes this opportunity to try to help and earn trust from the reader.

It takes a Hella long time.

But reader comes when optimus calls them and will actally bring him things he lost.

Even ancient objects that reader can carry.

Wheeljack

When wheeljack was captured by the decepticons he was brought into Knockouts lab.

(Shockwave wasent in the story yet)

While he hanged there, he noticed movement from the corner of his optic.

When he looks over, he finds reader looking at him curious from her contaner.

Wheeljack was definitely surprised since he knows humans don't look like giant turkeys.

He tries to talk to it, but reader just dose clicks and chirps.

When wheeljack has the ability to knockout...knockout...ya

He takes this chance to grab the container reader is in and runs out of the decepticon warship.

Once back at his jackhammer, he opens the container and reader quickly flies off.

Wheeljack definitely will tell the autobots but pains no mind to reader.

She's free, no longer in danger, no longer his problem.

After a couple of weeks after the incident, wheeljack flies off earth to find more autobots.

That's when he hears wierd noises at the back of the jackhammer.

He goes back to investigate. Preparing since it could be a con.

But he finds reader, making nest out of his tools.

He is surprised but tries to talk to reader.

He is surprised when reader hands him a can.

He learns quickly that shiny is readers favorite thing.

Ratchet

Ratchet was going thru the internet at base, looking for any spotting of weird things.

Like ancient shit.

That's when he came across a article about a moth/bird person.

He knew humans made up alot of woerd story's to scare there kind.

He would have dismissed it, if it wasent for the fact in the picture, this moth/bird thing had a necklace.

An ancient cybertronian artifact.

He looks at all the spotting and narrow it down in a forest in south America.

He takes a portal there, since he thinks he can handle this alone.

After a few hours of searching, he finds the necklace...with a bunch of other shiny stuff in a giant ass nest

He was amazed since all the reasurch he has done on earth life never talked about birds or anytbing making nest this big.

When he reached for the reckless, something swoops down and latches on his face.

Ratchet curses and tries to swat the thing off.

It makes a painful chirp and crashes into the ground.

When he looks at it, he is amazed to find a human...half bird?

He was amazed but seeing it hurt, he curses and helps it

He takes it to base and helps it

Que a stressful few weeks

Reader was a pain in the aft.

But ratchrt somehow earned their trust...also alot of shiny nick-nacks on his keybord.

Megatron

Megatron met reader when he captured a human and gave it to Shockwave.

Ordering him to make a hybrid.

Weeks later, Shockwave presents reader. A half bird and human hybrid.

Megatron wasent happy that it was dangerous but dosent kill it.

Nah, it's his pet.

Soon, reader gets out of the warship and dose there own thing.

Soon returning with shiny stuff they find.

They made a nest up high in the throne room

Megatron was annoyed by that but it dosent interfere with his planes so leaves it alone.

Soon, he noticed shiny things in his berthroom.

Like rings, cans, broken beer bottles, chip bags, anything shiny.

He was confused and went to Soundwave to see the recording who dared went into his berthroom

He finds reader flying in there and setting them in there.

He was confused.

Intel once day, reader returned to the ship with an artifact they just lost to the autobots.

He was amazed and actally impressed for once.

He praised reader and ordered anyone who hurts reader will lose their spark.

Reader was now a higher rank then starscrsam XD

Hope you like it!!!!!!!!!

[fic-heaven]

But you belong to me. (Graves x reader)

He was so annoying... And yet you craved his annoyance.

(graves never betrayed the 141 in here)

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A whistle startles you when you were returning from the city to Alejandro's base, said man gives you a knowing look with a very noticeable hint of annoyance before he scapes with Rudy and you flip him the bird for leaving you behind to deal with-

"Lookin' good, gorgeous. I like tha' dress. It suits." Graves.

"Nice eye, American boy. Who are you? The fashion police? Here to admire my wardrobe?" You ask still a little confused as to how he spawned right next to you. Jesus, you'll have to burn this dress later... And apologize to Ale, he was the one who gifted it to you when he helped you pick something to impress a certain someone.

"Could be." Graves winks following your hurried steps with a small trot.

"Not with that haircut you ain'."

"You'll realize ma' hair won't matter much once I get to take off that pretty dress of yours and show ya what I've got in store."

You scoff and chuckle astonished. The Shadow commander never seemed to give up on his constant flirts, getting bolder and bolder with the passing time. Your banters with Graves have been quite frequent and very, very awkward. As much as you try to light them up with your wit, he screws it all with his broken humour and poor flirts which ends up in you feeling uncomfortable and your sass levels to increase but it never seemed to scare him off, it only tempted him further. You see, when you all were forced to collaborate with Shadow Company to track the missiles and Hassan in Las Almas you didn't think much of it, you'd stick to your thing and that was it. But the bad side of being and feeling attractive is that sometimes instead of gaining the attention of your crush, you'd end up having Phillip Graves licking your ass every opportunity he got seemingly enchanted with everything you pulled when you were trying to flirt with another different man.

That man being Soap frickin' Mactavish, the oblivious Scotchman. You could strip naked right in front of him tying your waist in a little bow like a wrapped gift and he'd pay more attention to the bow than your bare body. That sexy fool...

"I ain't got no time for this, dear. I'm tired. Mommy needs her beauty nap before we head to El Sin Nombre's mansion or wherever the hell he's hiding later tonight."

"I could accompany you. You know, warm the covers for ya before we-"

"I'll pass. But thanks! Ask Soap if he'd be interested in doing so instead, yes?" You smile to later grimace before going to the barracks leaving Graves behind laughing bitterly. How the hell could you make him take you seriously? That man had less brain than a sack of potatoes.

______

Perhaps you also had less brain than a sack of potatoes.

There was a very noticeable shift in the air when you went working solo with Soap at Diego's mansion. And it begun after you two bantered with one another and your team had finally managed to trap Valeria. Soap was characteristically oblivious of your flirting, and there was one certain pick-up line you said that was so clear of your intentions it made Valeria, who was handcuffed to the other side of the Heli scoff in disbelief, the other men chuckled lowly amused by your bold flirt.

For the first time in all the months you spent trying and failing at wooing Johnny, you felt pure embarrassment. Suddenly your team's laughs felt like they were mocking you, Soap seemed to be playing oblivious on purpose probably irritated by your futile attempts, and the weight of Graves' eyes made you shiver a bit, now you understood Phillip all those times he spent trying to court you only to end up being the butt of the joke.

Ghost was quick to notice your discomfort and with an authoritative bark he shut the other men up quickly before he gave you a knowing look you returned with a tight-lipped smile and a single nod. You all were quiet then, which took you by surprise because normally Graves wouldn't waste a minute trying to shift the attention you gave Soap to him, but this time he stayed quiet stealing a glance or two you way from Valeria's side, as if the blonde was giving you time to digest the discomfort and finally realize that perhaps Soap simply wasn't interested in you.

And fuck did it sting.

During the interrogation you remained professional trying to move on from the previous very awkward situation. Alejandro's temper tantrum and Phillip's sass helped you focus on the tied woman you were all supposed to squeeze information out of, the embarrassment was still burning your insides so you didn't comment much leaving the boys to their thing.

Soon enough, when the interrogation finished, you were approached by an smiling Phillip. He was content with how fast the interrogation had gone but you could feel his worry in the way he softly called out to you.

"You have a way with words." You said casually trying to halt him from making the question that almost fell from his lips. He obviously came to ask if you were okay and you weren't ready to answer that because frankly you didn't know for certain. Graves' fingers graced your forearm, you were wearing short sleeves at that moment so the gentle touch made your skin erupt in goosebumps, his face was sickenly soft as if he was approaching a wounded kitten until he broke it with a crocked smile and a little chuckle.

"Made her talk real quick. I'm an expert when it comes to interrogations, but that's only one of many skills as you'll come to know."

"Maybe she wanted to get it over with so she wouldn't catch more of your smelly breath." You picked on him with a playful smile of your own pinching his arm back before you crossed your arms on your chest.

"Were you jealous I was standing so close?" He bit stepping a little closer, both hands now tucked under his vest giving you this seductive look you were so familiar with.

"Should I? After all, I know you'll come right to me whenever you're done playing." Graves' brows quirked a bit in surprise. You were teasing him back, this was new.

But... Were you doing it because Soap had let you down yet again and you wanted to use him as a way of revenge trying to make your crush jealous?

Phillip moved his head to the side spotting Ghost roughly yanking Soap by the arm and walking away with him while bombarding his eardrum with whispered snarls, men stalking to the opposite hall you two were in. Phillip then looked back at you, your eyes were still on him, amusement written all over them. Now that Soap has left the scene would you drop the act if he pressed you a bit?

Graves launched forwards, his arms trapping you against the wall with a type of dominance that could only belong to a possessive commander. The huff you let out when your back hit the wall and the way your eyes widened in surprise as your palms shot to his chest so he wouldn't crush you made the blonde's smirk widen.

"You look adorable denying my advances, teasing me by staring at other men and fluttering those gorgeous lashes pretending you are not into me, (y/n). Lucky you, I'm not dumb." He whispers, his voice a growl of clear desire.

"What-..." Your voice failed you intoxicated by the delicious smell of Graves' minty breath. It seems you were in the wrong.

"I've got a darn good taste in women. Do you?"

He left you perplexed then. His back was to you when you were able to break out of your stupor. Graves just questioned your taste in men, what a joke.

But was he right, though?

______

The next time Graves tried to pull a move on you, Ghost, Soap, him and you were detonating a missile in the middle of the gulf of Mexico, the turbulent waters showed some mercy on Alejandro and the other shadows when they evacuated the zone of impact, the gigantic missile blew the oil rig and with it, one of Hassan's deathly weapons of mass destruction.

You couldn't remember how it went exactly, but in an instant Ghost was behaving strangely, taking the mercenary by the shoulder and guiding him somewhere else as Johnny approached your side near the big window that overlooked the chaos.

"I've seen plenty of explosions. But never like this one..." The Scott said softly under his breath like he was contemplating an spectacle of beautiful fireworks.

Somehow you weren't in the right mind and you simply hummed feeling distracted as hell. You'd excuse it as if you were simply worried about Alejandro and the other shadows but the truth was clear when your eyes went from Soap to Phillip. The last interaction you had with the commander had made your brain explode with a thousand new thoughts and none of them were about Soap.

The blonde was shaking Ghost's hand eagerly with a delighted face, he seemed satisfied with how the mission went. These Americans and their love for explosions...

"Y' alright, lass?" Soap called startling you.

"Sorry, what was the question-?"

Johnny brushed his mohawk back with a charming chuckle, you smiled at the sound of his sweet laugh but... You still felt very distracted. It was when Graves' blue eyes met yours from Ghost's shoulder that you felt something warm on your stomach before the tall Brit blocked both your line of view.

"Say, what if we all go find the others? I wanna see if Ale shat himself during the explosion, poor man must have lost a few more inches of hairline with the stress." The men laughed at this bumping fists and patting shoulders with one another, a short celebration for the successful mission. General Sheppard congratulated all of you individually in the comms and after thanking the general, Graves walked up to you while all of you were walking to the boats, Soap pressed to your side hugging your waist with one heavy arm as he looked at Graves as if whatever he was about to say was also directed to him. Normally you'd silently fangirl on the spot but right now the Sargeant's touch felt slightly suffocating. As usual, Graves never showed any care for Johnny's presence when it came to bantering and flirting with you.

"Nicely done, sarge. Next time we work together, remind me to send ya an application, you'd look great in black."

"You offering me a spot at your company, mister Graves?"

"More like a spot right by my side. I could use a very loyal shadow watchin' my back. Y'never know, right?"

"I think you have plenty of those under your command." You smirked waving a hand around you three, some Shadows who passed by chirped a "yep yep!" Instantly making Graves puff up his chest with pride, your sassy smirk melted into a sweet smile at his reaction. You knew Phillip was faker than Price's favorite Nike's, but the love he had for his Shadows was clearly real and honest.

Was his attraction to you just as honest? You asked yourself.

The American replied to you instantly making Soap stiffen. "You'd make a great Shadow, love. You'll never change ma' mind on that."

"And what makes you think I'd be so loyal to you, Ken doll?" You teased. Johnny was baffled on the spot but knew better than to say shit.

The way Phillip looks at you says it all. The bastard knows he lives rent free in your head, and sadly you just realized this now, just when Soap seemed to be reciprocating your advances you stuttered. Grey eyes under dark brows faded in your mind, orbes changing to a color blue under dark blonde brows. The weight of the American's eyes felt more intoxicating than Soap's.

"Yeah, we gotta go. Lt will lose his shit if we keep him waitin' any longer, right (y/n)?" Soap said in warning patting your shoulder.

But he was met by your silence, your eyes were firmly planted on Graves' as if leveling him, he didn't waver either. The bastard only broke eye contact to shoot Soap a smug look, he then turned back and joined a small group of shadows who awaited him on his boat but not before winking your way.

Fucking Graves...

_______

You all left after Hassan. Trying to corner the rat on the spot before he blew the whole country to the ground was hard, specially when Phillip aided you with a bunch of shadows seeking to trap general Shepard and luckily press charges of his traitorous intentions when he forced the commander to order his men to betray you.

You had missed Graves for the whole mission and it was taking a toll on your senses making you clumsy and risky. You suffered many close-calls until Hassan attacked Gaz, Soap, Price and you along with some of your men and neutralizing the little group of shadows you had left working by your side, the Iranian had wounded the captain and you while poor Garrick did his best to pull all of you out of harm's way. Soap went after him and not so long after you all received Ghost's call that Hassan was dead.

Hurrah.

"Hurrah." You huffed out drinking your tequila in one gulp. The whole gang was tired to their bones and weakly cheered drinking their own glasses. But then out of nowhere a voice you all knew too well broke your comfortable silence.

"He-hey!! Look at the gang enjoying a celebratory drink after a job well-done!"

None of you said a word, too exhausted to even look at the approaching commander who cheerfully perched himself near your stool.

"I'll let ya have this round under ma' count and forgive ya for not inviting me this once but only because I'm in a pretty good mood."

The captain sighed. "Shepard?"

"Laswell's dealing with the preparations. Soon enough that ol' bastard won't bug us no more."

That seemed to take a huge weight on all your shoulders, your team's faces changed in an instant, they seemed much more relaxed than before.

"Now there's only one thing to deal with." You heard Graves whisper behind your ear.

"The day you get more annoying I'll shove my knives so far up your ass you'll be shittin' blades for weeks." Maybe it sounded more rude than you intended but right now you couldn't indulge him on his charming shit.

"My good you are sweet. Mind if I call ya sugar pop? Or perhaps pumpkin is more fittin', what do ya think, love?"

"You can call me whatever you want but do not call me later for dinner."

"Even if that implies my infamous Texan-style ribs? I'll even serve em' with sweet potatoes. Have y' ever had sweet 'tatoes, pumpkin?"

Your brows could have very well reached your hairline, eyes wide in surprise, you pursed your lips and tilted your head slightly at the idea of trying such dish. After what happened with Hassan, the plan of eating a whole pig with the commander sounded too good to refuse.

"Are they just like normal potatoes but sweet?"

"I'll take that as a yes!" Graves laughs soundly pointing a finger to your very expressive face.

You groan rubbing one eye with your open palm. "Fine, fine. But only for dinner. Don't get too excited."

"Sure, love. One meal and I'll drive ya home like a gentleman."

"Youuuuu got it."

______

One fucking hour later at Graves' provisional apartment. He had pinned you under him on his comfy couch as the TV lowly played a mix of soothing music from YouTube that Graves had prepared for the occasion.

"Fuck you taste so sweet..."

"Maybe's cuz you didn't let me wash my mouth after the whole-ass dinosaur of a pig we has just eaten."

"The bbq sauce and the sweet potatoes are one thing, your tongue is just fucking addictive. Worse than nicotine I might add..." He sensually said before nipping your chin gently eager to attack your lips once again.

The way Graves kisses your mouth as if he was a man starved steals your breath away, his hot muscle swipes every corner of your mouth turning sloppy and if it wasn't because of how hot this man was and how amazing he has been treating you for this whole night, you'd say gross. And yet you look up at him, how his blue irises twinkle with desire, his reddened lips shine with all the saliva he was able to steal from you, and you feel so content. Like this was meant to be.

You broke the kiss panting, both hands pushing his chest back slightly to catch your breath from how sticky he has gotten ever since the first small peck.

"Fucking hell, Lip... You kiss like a middle schooler."

"Keep that up. You have no idea how hard you make me with your insults, woman..."

"Lil' bit of a masochist ain't ya?"

"Only for you, pumpkin..."

Yes, you do have good taste in men.

_______

"When your ma and I first met she was obsessed with me."

"Obsessed!? I was after another totally different guy!"

Your son laughed baffled at this new information shaking his head in disbelief making his dirty blonde hair sparkle under the rays of sunlight from the nearby window. With ten years of age, little Dominic was asking for more and more stories about how you and your husband met, eager to brag in class about the cool adventures you two shared with him. It was tradition. Every third of January Graves and you would sit Dom at the couch to grace him with a new cool story of the old days and reminisce on how you two met before your mother in law would pick him up so you two could celebrate your wedding anniversary.

"Ma', you have a funny taste in men."

This pearl from your son made Phillip spit out his lemonade staining your brand new carpet, you bursted out laughing from your spot of the couch, your legs spread to the side where your husband previously massaged your feet with one hand and supported his glass with the other. Said glass was carefully placed on the table as he cursed lowly at the freshly stained carpet.

"Oh you have no idea, little one..."

[drawlody]

It's time I contribute to the Adam nation with my interpetation of Sinner!Adam >:DDD

Going over some design choices here yes yes:

1 horn cause i saw some fics on ao3 where he would, in mad denial, ripped off it on his own n its just so cool??? like the self-rejection there? lovely 💗💗💗

Skirt also ao3 again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ wanted to use a leather jacket but that aint working well with robes so here an alt:D I thought it would be hella funny to have the skirt be imagery of the exorcists causing mayhem, like fallen or not, the hatred for sinners n the pride of a general is still very much there (The excorcists r 1 big fucked up family n no nothing u said will convince me otherwise:))

Revoke wings privilege cause yes , i saw the hc of Adam hugging himself with his wings while in distress going around n yeah thats totally him alright. SooOooOooo what better ways to ensure misery than to take away his 2nd fav bodypart :))) I swear i love him

Angelic steel tail, so i have a certain scene i wanted to draw n for that to happen he need smth enough to fight ok?

Lamb characteristics, everyone know the whole ''sacrificial lamb'' deal we got going on with Adam so yeah it's that (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ He got hooves but he will kill himself before letting others see them:D

I got the "underwear with his own name" thingy from *cough*rule34*cough* ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) dont question it

Charlie is like the least enjoyable to draw , idk why tho

Doing all this really get rid of my perfectionism cause the need to get these out fast is stronger:D (like this panel is 30m of work)

I am also digging this b&w colouring on a grey bg thingy

He's not "Daddy", he's "Grand-daddy x1000" ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

Never has my ref board got this messy omg i mean half of them r for the Overlord! design (coming soon give me a few days:))so yeah its a 2 in 1

I spent like 30m or smth coming up with the actual designs n several hours just to choose the palette (i really hate this stage(╬▔皿▔)╯)

Wait the Overlord! may take longer since im kinda make this into an AU maybe? So i'll need to come up with a Fallen!Excorcist design, peferably with bird traits . Ya can check this post for the initial ideas ✍(◔◡◔)ada

[keyringmogai]

Dissojamaicensis

[PT: Dissojamaicensis. End PT.]

Icon by Blue Lantern Artwork on FlatIcons (link)

[Flag ID: A 9-striped flag in the shape of a horizontal rectangle. The second, fourth, sixth, and eighth stripes have scalloped edges facing the center of the flag. In the center of the flag is the Dissomei symbol, which looks like the outline of a brain, with an icon of a raptor bird on top of it. The colors of the stripes are as follows: Burnt orange, ivory, dull light brown, very dark purpleish-brown, pumpkin orange, very dark purpleish-brown, dull light brown, ivory, burnt orange. The colors of the icons are as follows: ivory Dissomei symbol, very dark purpleish-brown raptor bird. End flag ID.]

Pronunciation: [dihs-oh-ya-mai-sehnss-iss] or [disso-jamaicensis].

Dissojamaicensis: A Dissomei (link) identity wherein one involuntarily desires or feels that they should/do have features characteristic of a Red-tailed Hawk, or Buteo jamaicensis, whether it be their talons, wings, beaks, eyes, coloring, or Buteo jamaicensis in general.

Dissomei describes disconnects caused by things such as atypical dysphoria, delusions, psychosis, systemhood, alterhumanity, nonhumanity, BIID, facticious disorders, etc (list from kiruliom). It is not "for fun", nor is it rad//queer, trans//id, or trans//x. Please do not use this term for those purposes; coin an alternative.

Tagging: @dissodic-archive

Coined as a gift to myself :>

Feel free to use this as a template for any raptor-related Dissomei terms, but credit the creator of the raptor icon! It's required by Flaticon's TOU.

Colors: Colorpicked from photos of Buteo jamaicensis

Etymology: Disso from dissomei/dissodic, jamaicensis from the scientific name of the Red-tailed Hawk.

To our knowledge, this term was coined by Mod Hawk of keyringmogai on September 26, 2024. Any recoining is accidental, so if we did so, please let us know!

[toreii]

7-52: Rescue Process!

Grim: “By the way, how did ya come to that room?”

Silver: “In my dream, I saw a bird emitting a rainbow-colored glow. I chased that bird across my dream…”

Silver: “And, I ended up in that room.”

Yuu: “‘Crossing the dream’?”

Silver: “Yeah.”

Silver: “My unique magic, ‘Meet In A Dream’, allows you to cross between dreams that other people are having.”

Silver: “In that moment, you will pass through a space like the sky you were in earlier…”

Silver: “I call it the ‘Corridor of Dreams’.”

Grim: “Huh, entering someone else’s dream!? Woo hoo! What amazing magic!”

Grim: “If it were to be used in the dreams of the school’s teachers,”

Grim: “We could understand the contents of the next exams!?”

Silver: “…It’s hard to explain, but I can’t cast my magic into my opponent’s head…”

Silver: “Um…..dreams are like……I can’t put it into words, but it’s like the scenery in my mind…”

Silver: “A world of imagination created by memories and wishes, or rather…”

Silver: “Anyways, it’s a world like that.”

Silver: “Unless I cross over, I don’t know what kind of dream you’re experiencing.”

Silver: “So, even if I were to enter the teachers’ dreams, I don’t think I would understand what the exam questions are like.”

Silver: “In fact, I don’t understand all the characteristics of dreams, and this unique magic…”

Silver: “In the first place, dreams themselves are ‘uncertain’ for each person…”

Silver: “I often forget the events that happened in my dreams when I wake up.”

Grim: “Haaah……….that’s useless magic.”

Silver: “Sorry for letting you down.”

Silver: “As you said, ‘Meet In A Dream’ has never been very useful.”

Silver: “I can only use it while I’m asleep. Moreover, it can only be used when you are aware that you’re ‘in a dream’.”

Grim: “That means…”

Grim: “Our bodies are still sleeping at the party in Diasomnia?”

Silver: “Probably. By Malleus-sama’s……magic.”

Silver: “After realizing I was in a dream, I also tried waking up many times.”

Silver: “However……I can’t get out of the dream world at all.”

Grim: “Eh, there’s a way to wake up? How!?”

Silver: “If you’re given a big shock in the dream or in the real world, you can forcibly wake up.”

Silver: “Since I came to the world of dreams…”

Silver: “I’ve tried banging my head against various things, and even hitting myself…..I can’t seem to wake up.”

Yuu: (P-Physically attacking…)

Silver: “Malleus-sama’s magic is so powerful that our sleep is deep……that’s what I think.”

Silver: “Malleus-sama……why did you do that…?”

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Malleus: “I WILL NOT LOSE YOU!”

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Silver: “Even if he does something like this, my father…Malleus-sama himself…”

Grim: “Hey, hey, isn’t there another way? I don’t want to be bedridden on the floor all the time!”

Silver: “Fa-……Lilia-senpai might know some kind of breakthrough plan.”

Grim: “True, he’s an amazingly long lived fairy. It certainly seems like he might know something.”

Silver: “Above all, Malleus-sama has been a close friend since childhood.”

Grim: “Then, let’s use your magic to go over to Lilia’s dream!”

Silver: “Sorry, but…I can’t do that either.”

Grim: “Huuuh!?”

Silver: “‘Meet In A Dream’ certainly allows you to cross into a dream…but, you cannot specify ‘whose dream to cross into’.”

Silver: “I’m sure it’s easy to reach the dream of a partner you have a deep connection with, but…”

Yuu: “Then, the owner of this dream is also someone with a deep connection?”

Grim: “Wait. Does that mean this place is in Lilia’s dream!?”

Silver: “That is not yet known. But, I’ll be able to tell who the owner of the dream is as soon as I see it.”

Silver: “Anyway, let’s go inside the dorm.”

[monarch-afterdark]

After Dark Special Report: The Skull Island Survival Guide

Welcome once again to Monarch: After Dark, the digital gateway between you and the organisation dedicated to understanding and navigating this troubled new world we live in.

We find ourselves once again putting a pause on our coverage of Titans and other superspecies and talking about something a little different. Given our recent streak of covering the unique fauna of Skull Island, we felt it appropriate to make this special report about the island as well.

Speaking with those still around who have had firsthand experiences on Skull Island, as well as reviewing various notes and Monarch files, After Dark is proud to present the definitive Monarch survival guide for Skull Island.

(Pictured above: Global view of Skull Island, taken by Landsat in 1973)

The Skull Island Survival Guide

Of course, it should be stated before we begin that Skull Island is now considered generally uninhabitable. A combination of a storm generated by Monster Zero in 2019 and the perpetual storm system surrounding the island ravaged the ecosystems and left the island desolate. While some species managed to persist, and others were rescued and relocated to Outpost 236 (formerly the Kong Containment Dome), the island itself has become an environment that has yet to be explored due to the hostility of the elements.

Now, to save a little bit of time, we won't spend too long on the process of getting to Skull Island. While a perilous task in 1973 that could well have spelled doom before making landfall, Monarch technologies have advanced so much that the perpetual storm system concealing the island from the outside world isn't as drastic a threat to expeditions as it could have been. So long as Ospreys or other aircraft deployed are well-maintained, you've nothing to worry about.

Travelling by sea to the island is a great deal more dangerous, even for our advanced oceanic crafts. Rough tides and large waves can wash away deck crews with great force, and fauna lurking in the surrounding waters can cause further menace. Prior to 1993, oceanic travellers would have had to contend with the mysterious Titan Kraken, who'd viciously destroy anything it came across. In the following years, particularly large Sirenjaws can be a problem if not properly avoided. Shocker Squids are another threat with the potential to disrupt electrical systems. Again, so long as you go in sufficiently prepared, nothing to fear.

(Pictured above: Artistic depiction of a Monarch team jumping out of an Osprey)

Step One: Don't Trust Your Surroundings

As we've been exploring in our Superspecies History series, Skull Island is home to a diverse range of florafauna that have near-perfect camouflage capabilities, owing to their partial plant-based biology and physical characteristics. Skull Island is a place where even the ground beneath your feet may want to kill you, and as such extreme caution must be taken when navigating any of the island's environments.

Hank Marlow, a WW2 pilot who had been stranded on the island for nearly 30 years prior to his rescue in 1973, had seen much of Skull Island's horrors in his time there, some of which he and rival-turned-friend Gunpei Ikari had to fend against without protection from the native Iwi. When interviewed by Monarch regarding Skull Island's ecosystems, he had this to say:

"You know, it's all just...everything's nasty. Everywhere you walk that's not the village, some bastard's waiting to sink its teeth into you. Big spiders in the forests, massive fucking ants that sound like birds, mini islands with teeth...whoo, let me tell ya, you start to appreciate a good wall when you take a look outside on that island."

When navigating Skull Island, a constant watch must be kept on your group's surroundings. Front, back, sides, above and below, all possible angles must be taken into account. Technologies such as motion or thermal trackers, flares and other tools designed to help spot visually obscured creatures are part of the standard Skull Island toolkit.

Training protocols for Skull Island missions involve placing personnel through simulation experiences replicating the environments of Skull Island to test reaction times and reflexes.

(Pictured above: Sketch by Stephanie Levallois, depicting a bird with fern-like wings and tail feathers encountered by Monarch soldiers)

Step Two: Stay Together

Safety in numbers is a general piece of advice that has existed for just about as long as humanity has. It's well known that your chances of survival shoot up dramatically so long as you are around others who are able to protect you. Someone in a group with their friends is less likely to be assaulted than someone alone, and similarly, someone is less likely to be singled out as a prey item if they are surrounded, instead of alone.

On Skull Island, this advice should be heeded more than ever. Breaking away from your party is an almost surefire way to land yourself in trouble and potentially be killed. Leading off from Step 1, staying close to your group can aid greatly in navigating your surroundings, and more pairs of eyes can make the job of watching out for creatures lying in wait far easier.

Plenty of Monarch expeditions to Skull Island have their own stories of those who broke away from the group or got separated at some point along the expedition, and how they met an untimely and often gruesome end. Even the 1973 expedition has such stories; while William Randa got lucky and was able to escape a battle between a Mother Longlegs and Mantleclaw, Jack Chapman met his end at the jaws of a Skullcrawler despite remaining put near his Sea Stallion.

A Monarch interview with James Conrad, former SAS tracker, yielded a piece of his insight when it comes to travelling through Skull Island:

"Even in groups, you can never be truly safe navigating terrain you are unfamiliar with. We got lucky, with the Iwi taking us in and providing shelter, but not everyone can say that. From my experience, there is absolutely no way anyone going to that island should be doing so alone, even for a second. My best advice, keep plenty of arms on your party. You're still food, but, with luck...you won't be the food that they want to go to the effort of eating."

(Pictured above: Artist rendition of the Valley of the Fallen Gods, created by Zachary Berger)

Step Three: Beware the Boneyard

Out of all the different areas on Skull Island, none hold as much risk as the Boneyard. Also known to the Iwi as the "Valley of the Fallen Gods", the Boneyard was the original territory of Kong's ancestors, before it was overtaken and turned into the killing ground for the Skull Devils. With Kong the last of his family left, the Skullcrawlers formed a territory within the boneyard that nobody dares cross.

Both the 1973 and 1995 expeditions made their way through the boneyard, with the former facing disastrous loss of life when a Skullcrawler shredded through their ranks. The latter were more fortunate, though still had to take care to avoid a pair of Skullcrawlers patrolling the area.

The first piece of advice an expedition team would be told when exploring Skull Island is that the boneyard must not be approached. Even with our modern advances in weaponry, the Skullcrawlers remain a significant threat to human life. Nothing short of Kong himself can take down a Skullcrawler without expending a significant deal of effort.

Speaking with Houston Brooks, a survivor of the 1973 expedition who went on to become a significant figure within Monarch until his retirement in 2021, he had this to say when asked about the dangers of the boneyard:

"It's been so many years since that mission, and I still see it in my dreams. One second Randa was there, the next he was already halfway down a Skullcrawler's gullet...I still miss him. Even after we got Outpost 33 set up, we only ever went near the boneyard if we really had to. All I can say, is make sure you're armed to the teeth if you plan on going in. You'll need all you can bring, and then some."

(Pictured above: Uncovered cave painting of Godzilla locked in combat with a Kong-like creature, with human spectators watching below, circa. 2019)

Step Four: Respect the King

Out of the advice given out in this guide, this step might be the only one that would no longer apply with the way Skull Island is now. While Kong has now relocated permanently to the Hollow Earth, he was the undisputed ruler of Skull Island for centuries. Nobody stepped foot on the island, his territory, without him knowing about it.

The 1973 expedition incurred Kong's wrath rather quickly by dropping seismic charges to map out the island's surface, disturbing the Skullcrawlers that lurked in the thermal vents below. He entered further conflict with the survivors of his initial attack, due to Colonel Preston Packard's crazed desire for vengeance. Luckily, he came to their aid when battling the Skull Devil and allowed the remaining survivors to be safely extracted from the island.

The 1995 expedition saw Kong come to their aid more than once. First, warding off a pack of Death Jackals that had attacked them upon making landfall. Second, killing a Sirenjaw that had been chasing them. Third, he came to the rescue of the Iwi village when a member of the expedition team used seismic charges to destroy the wall blocking the village from the rest of the island.

It's the one thing everyone coming to Skull Island would have had drilled into their heads by higher-ups; Kong must be respected. No action taken by Monarch on the island can be done that would cause Kong to become hostile toward them, for fear that it would lead to Kong not tolerating Monarch's presence on the island any longer.

(Pictured above: Artistic rendition of helicopters approaching Skull Island, by Zachary Berger)

Concluding Remarks

Of course, this is just the speedrun of what Monarch have on file for exploring Skull Island. We could write a novel of all the advice, dos-and-don'ts, general tips and words of warning that are on the Monarch database regarding Skull Island, but we've just compiled the most essential tips that would have to be adhered to on expeditions.

Sadly, with how much Skull Island changed following the incident with Camazotz and the storm, there have yet to be further expeditions exploring the island. As of right now, there are talks within Monarch to commence a new expedition, but they are early stages. We will update with any progress updates as they come.

Until next time,

Monarch: After Dark

[bamber344]

doing research on birds for the dedicated Maggie chapter and uh

learning a lot of stuff about birds that has kinda shocked me lol

apparently they spend like 92 PERCENT OF THEIR DAY just PREENING! Crazy. Also, not sustainable for an otherwise human character with wings lol. May have to forego some realism even though i hate hate hate doing that.

that being said i think maggie should still preen because it's cute and she deserves to be pampered :3

ANYWAY

onto the point of this post: should Maggie have a preen gland (the gland that secretes oil that birds use to preen) just above her tailbone? For reference her feathers do travel all the way down her spine, and she has a tiny little feathery tail there lol. Idk since I'm foregoing realism on the preening amount I feel like i wanna make up for it in the other aspects i.e. how she actually preens her feathers. I'm leaning towards yes because I'm always a sucker for humans with animal characteristics but I'll put a poll out too just to gauge the public opinion. Be aware that I may ignore the results of the poll lmao, I'm just curious

tagging my readers to annoy them <3 also because i wanna know what y'all thinkkkk!!!!!

@steelandblood @sapphicwhump @urnumber1star @alsolucakairomi @idkwhattodowiththisaltiamsorry

@iamheretohurt @anoyedartist @dontyoubleedoutonme @seastarblue @lettherebepain

@bacillusinfection

[pageofheartdj]

Hi! Autistic aroace anon here!

Can I say I got all gushy when you said “I love your rants”? I’m not even sure if it was indeed for me but I was all

Also, YEAS!! Exactly!! I dislike, although I get it, how the fandom goes “they only fit in this box”, no! They’re amazing and we’re so involved with them bc they got layers!! I love rottmnt rather than any other tmnt franchise bc THEY. GOT. LAYERS!! (They’re onions, Shrek!)

It’s the first time you CAN’T define them by a word. “Oh Raph’s the violent one, leo’s the leader, Mikey’s the clown and Donnie’s the nerd”. NO! They finally went and showed who’s these characters truly are (also, kinda controversy opinion, but bayverse kinda did that as well, but not as good, they got layers there but still kinda.. not rlly) ((I love that movie but once again hate the sexual-romantic tension btw April and the turtles. Bc its always only that!!! For her to end up with Casey ANYWAY!!!))

•cough• SO! We finally get to see how Raph is still head on on stuff and kinda short fuse, but that’s bc he cares and worries and is overprotective. And with the other brothers as well, you have no idea how HAPPY I was when Donnie got in the fight and wasn’t a helpless nerd whose only trait is computers, like in the others. Yeah, he asks for help (his comedic “help! Help heeeelp!” In the giant bird episode is amazing), but it’s not only him, all of them do at some point.

They finally showed who they are and why they’re like this! So the fandom taking away this important trait of them always makes me go feral.

My memory suck but I think I remember what your asks were, so YA! =3 (Plus I think you are the only one who gives me this long asks?? I think???XD)

Like I get flanderization in fandoms, especially when there is no new material, and fans are playing so much with fanons, they kinda get lost in it too much, so they forget the canon and strip off the characters of some of their traits!

Like, 'I like this one trait/I want to explore this trait more', this is liked by many, it gets explored some more and in the end people forget that it wasn't the only trait and it wasn't even that prevalent in the first place. Like Donnie's touch aversion. Some wanted to explore it, cause autism and all that and that's fair. But after some point people forget that he is aversed like 10% of the time. Which is NOT a lot, not the way people write him 'he is in a good mood so he bares his brothers touching him for a few seconds' =/

I won't say other versions didn't explore turtles characters cause I don't remember much xD I just know the basic characterisations. And I LOVE Rises spin on them!! Raph is still hot headed and angry, but he also directs it into aggressive protection and it feels REALLY nice, not just 'I am angry cause I am' xD Like I am sure other versions are protective too, they suppose to care, but I dunno, I don't remeeember if it was explained as well as with Rise Raph x) I like Rise Leo even more cause he is much more different from other versions while still having his core characteristics, like he is smart and observant and strategic, that's so cool!!! But he was not burdened by being a leader so he is a goof, which is kind of similar to 2012 Leo xD Donnie is just. Superb in every way xD He can fight, he LIKES fighting, he LOVES creating his tech for fighting XD Mikey doesn't need to be The funny one, cause they all are <3 So he gets a bit of different role that still feels similar <3 (Can't say much about Bayvesre caaaause I just can't get behind not 2D xD That's why I just couldn't stick with 2012, barely finished S1 xD)

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 3,476 Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Warnings: mentions of past injury, nothing else really! (oh always language I guess? because of who I am as a person haha) Summary: The reader insists on leaving Hilltop and Daryl insists on helping her despite her annoyance. A/N: Guyyyysssss, the dynamic that is growing between these two... #FEELZ #OOF

“I ain’t askin’ ya to stay,��� Daryl drawled quietly, walking beside you across the grassy open space in front of the manor. “ ‘M just sayin’—gimme ten minutes to get some supplies together for ya. It’d make all of us feel better.”

“I don’t need your supplies,” you retorted, staring straight ahead. Daryl was annoyingly persistent.

“It ain’t about—” he let out an exasperated sigh. “It ain’t about what ya need. We’re all worried. I know ya think we only care ‘bout findin’ out about them skin freaks from ya, but it’s not just that. Enid is sick over the fact that yer gonna walk outta here against medical advice. And honestly, so am I. How ya gonna even run out there? How ya gonna fight in the shape yer in if ya run into trouble?”

You finally looked at him and his blue eyes were intense. “There are ways around fighting,” you said.

His jaw tensed. “Like livin’ in the damn trees?”

“Walkers don’t look up. And neither do most people.”

He sighed heavily, his hands clenching into fists anxiously and then releasing again. “Ya ain’t even got any arrows left. At least let me get ya some more so ya can protect yerself. I just gotta run over to the armory. It’ll take five minutes.”

You fiddled with the strap of your empty quiver. It was disturbingly light without the usual weight of your ammo. You conceded. “Fine. I’ll be by the gate. Five minutes.”

Daryl looked immensely relieved. “Alrigh’. I’ll be right back.” He strode away hurriedly and you watched until his broad shoulders and the distinctive wing design disappeared around the corner of a building. You stood still for a moment until you could feel the eyes of nearly everyone in sight landing on you and sticking. Your anxiety began to rise and you gulped at the tightness in your throat. Your palms tickled. Your heart thumped.

You cast your gaze upwards and saw Achilles wheeling gracefully overhead, his tail fanned out against the sky revealing the characteristic the wedge shape of ravens. You felt a little calmer with your eyes on him and forced in a long slow breath. Then, you adjusted your pack and headed toward the gate.

You stopped at the wall and leaned against it, ignoring the curious looks from the guards up on the platform as best you could. Despite the mildness of the day, you clutched your cloak around yourself. You waited.

You didn’t have a watch, so you couldn’t say for sure how many minutes it’d been when Daryl came hurrying down the slope toward you. Dog was now at his side and—wait—

You straightened up immediately, your brow furrowing low. “Five minutes so you can grab me supplies?” Your expression was decidedly skeptical.

He shrugged. “I did,” he said, holding out a bundle of arrows.

You snatched them from him, perhaps a bit aggravated. Your narrowed gaze on him was sharp. “Going somewhere?” you said, cocking an eyebrow at him. Daryl had a pack on his back, his crossbow over his shoulder, and was wearing an extra layer he certainly didn’t have on when he went to retrieve the arrows for you.

“Turns out we’re headin’ the same way for a bit,” he drawled, undeterred by the harshness of your gaze.

“You don’t know where I’m heading,” you retorted. Achilles let out a few sharp clicks with his bill and settled down on your shoulder. The rush of air from his wings blew across your cheek. Dog tilted his head and whined, looking up at the bird.

Daryl scratched anxiously at a non-existent itch on the back of his head. “I mean, if ya wanna get technical ‘bout it,” he said.

Your eyes narrowed further. “You’re gonna follow me?” you asked, incredulous. “Seriously?”

He gulped. “If I gotta track ya, I will. S’just for a couple days, so ‘m nearby just in case. Until, ya know, yer a bit less—”

“Less what?” you snapped. “Useless?”

Now his brow furrowed to match yours. “Nah. Hurt. I doubt ya’ve ever been useless.”

Your nostrils flared as you stepped toward him, Achilles fluttering a little to stay perched on your shoulder. “I don’t need your fucking babysitting and the first chance I get, I’m gonna lose you.”

“Ya can try,” Daryl said, determined. He sighed heavily. “ ‘M sorry, okay? I can’t just—just let ya wander off in the shape yer in to get killed by fuckin’ walkers or some of them skins. I owe ya a debt for savin’ me and Dog and—”

You pointed at him, almost shoving your finger into the center of his chest. The color in your cheeks rose. “You don’t owe me a damn thing and I certainly don’t owe you anything either.”

“Tha’s what ya think.”

You let out a frustrated growl and tossed your hands up, pacing away. Achilles took off again with a high whistle and gurgling sound. “Your doctors seem to think they saved my life, so doesn’t that make us even?” He shrugged again. “I guess not to me.”

The muscle in your jaw tensed as you stared at him. He was infuriating. “Just stay the fuck out of my way…”

Daryl ducked your gaze and patted Dog before whistling to the guards above and signaling for them to open the gate.

You stifled a grimace as you adjusted your pack and strode out, with him and Dog on your heels.

It had to be close to thirty minutes before either of you spoke a word. Daryl was walking just slightly behind you now as you moved beneath the canopy of old oaks and pines. You hesitated at a small creek and bent to look at a scraping in the muddy banks, touching the marks with outstretched fingertips, chewing on the inside of your cheek thoughtfully as you examined it.

Daryl knelt down beside you, also studying the sign. “Walker,” he drawled.

You stood and rolled your eyes. “Or Shepherd. They mimic their movements.” You clutched a hand over the wound in your side as you climbed to your feet. Daryl’s fingers alighted softly beneath your elbow for a moment in an attempt to help you to your feet, but you quickly startled away, recoiling and looking at him with surprise. Your eyes were wide and almost fearful.

He stepped back, eyeing you nervously. “Sorry,” he said in a low voice. “I was just tryin’ to help ya—”

“Well, don’t,” you said severely. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

Daryl frowned and a shadow seemed to settle over his eyes as he studied your reaction. “Sorry,” he murmured again. He heard a raven croak overhead and knew Achilles was flying low over the trees.

You sighed, some of the tension leaving you, and shook your head, resuming your previous pace and stepping carefully rock to rock over the stream. Daryl followed while Dog happily splashed through to the other side, stopping and nosing around in the long sedges clinging onto the bank. “Don’t you have better things to do than follow a stranger through the woods? Like interrogating Lydia? Or preparing your community for when Alpha and her assholes show up?”

“I ain’t the leader there. Tara can handle it,” he replied, his eyes flickering over the surrounding woods. He was on edge. He sincerely hoped he could keep you from anything strenuous for a couple days. He had no problem with you being pissed off at him if it kept you from seriously hurting yourself further. He knew he could never forgive himself if something like that happened, though he wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe it was just the debt he felt he owed, but that didn’t seem to entirely explain it. You were essentially a stranger, but there was something about you… He felt drawn as if by a magnetic pull. Perhaps it was just the strangeness of the life you were living or maybe the mystery you seemed to intentionally wrap around yourself like a quilt, carefully guarding yourself. He felt like he was grasping for any little puzzle piece to help him construct a clearer picture of who you were.

There was a thick silence for a few moments, but when you next spoke your voice was softer, less exasperated. “Lydia—what will happen to her?” you asked suddenly.

Daryl hazarded a careful glance at you as he came to your side. You’d slowed a little to speak to him. He shook his head. “I dunno. That all depends a lot on her, on what happens next with these Whisperers. She may end up stayin’ in that cell a long time. Or, if some things change, she could be one of us,” he said.

“Just like that?” you said. “From one of them to one of you?” Your tone was cynical.

“I ain’t sayin’ it’d be easy or—or simple,” he drawled. “But, yeah. Maybe. She’s just a kid. Like ya said.”

Another sigh escaped you and he caught the slight shake of your head. You started forward again and this time Daryl kept pace beside you instead of lagging slightly behind. “And who was that in the other cell? Your son?” you asked.

Daryl let out a scoff and shook his head. “Nah... But he’s been a royal pain in my ass so far,” he growled.

“So, who is he then?”

“He’s—my best friend’s son. He’s family. ‘M watchin’ after him for a bit while he gets some trainin’ at Hilltop.”

“No, you’re not,” you laughed wryly. “Not anymore you aren’t.”

He shot you a sideways glance, and some part of you was satisfied to see that he looked a touch annoyed. “He’s locked up. What’s he gonna do?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Give away all your community secrets to Lydia? After all, they looked about the same age and he certainly seemed concerned about what I was doing there talking to her. Teenage hormones being what they are—”

Daryl stopped dead and you slowed and turned to look at him. “What?”

His bright blue eyes were narrowed. “I know what yer doin’. It ain’t gonna work.”

“What?” you said again. “I’m not doing anything!”

“Uh huh,” he growled, starting forward again.

You laughed dryly and shrugged. “Seems like I hit a nerve…” you murmured.

Just then there was a burst of noise overhead and you looked up to see Achilles dropping back down through the canopy toward you. He let out a raucous series of caws and hovered a few feet above you, something clutched in his foot. Daryl watched curiously as you extended a hand and the bird dropped something into your palm.

Your expression tightened as you examined it. “Thanks, buddy,” you said to the bird. With your other hand, you dug into a pocket and withdrew some crimson berries you presented to him in your palm. He quickly gulped them down and flew off again, rising gracefully and twisting through the branches overhead with ease.

Dog was prancing anxiously on his front paws, sniffing eagerly at what was in your hand.

“What is that?” Daryl asked, moving closer.

You opened your hand and there was a partially bloody and clearly decomposing ear. “Achilles says there are four of the walking dead nearby,” you said softly. “He looks out for them. And for people.”

“Damn. That’s a pretty fuckin’ good lookout ya’ve got. Wish mine had wings,” he said, grabbing hold of Dog’s collar and holding him back from attempting to eat the ear out of your palm. You tossed it to the ground, however, and he got a hold of it anyway.

You tilted your head to the left. “They’re this way,” you said, starting off in that direction silently, your bow at your side.

“Shouldn’t we be going a different way then?” Daryl asked.

You looked back at him and shook your head. “No. You can if you want. I plan on putting them down.”

Daryl swore under his breath. “Ya’ve got a serious knife wound and ya wanna go lookin’ for a fight?”

“Like I said before, it doesn’t have to be a fight. Just stay quiet and hidden until the right time.” You crouched low and moved through some denser undergrowth despite the way your body ached and every movement tugged at the stitches on your side. Daryl followed, ignoring the sharp teeth of briars poking into his skin and grabbing at his clothes. In less than a minute, the two of you began to hear the familiar shuffling of staggered steps and low growls of the undead wandering toward you.

Daryl sat up on his knees and peered over your shoulder. He could easily see the shapes of them approaching. He waited. He noticed your fingers smoothing over your bowstring. Another moment and you gracefully pulled an arrow from the quiver on your back and moved to nock it onto the string.

When you stood, he stood. Before you could even bend your bow, there was a snap sound and the rush of air past your face as a bolt flew directly past you and buried itself into the center of the forehead. The figured dropped like a lead anchor.

A metallic swish came next and Daryl’s knife tumbled through the air and took out the second one. He stepped slightly in front of you and whistled to Dog, who took off after the third and took it down easily. By then Daryl had another bolt loaded onto his crossbow and he shot the fourth.

You’d hardly gotten an arrow onto your string before the onslaught. He looked back at you over his shoulder and easily read the annoyance painting your features. “Seriously?” you said tersely.

He shrugged and went to collect his knife and bolts. “Ya could rip a stitch again,” he said. Dog stood panting over the bodies.

Achilles let out a hoarse croak and fluttered down to land on your shoulder. You stroked his back and scratched under his chin as you wandered toward the downed undead. “Check for masks,” you said softly, watching as Daryl retrieved and sheathed his knife. His matching one was still at your hip. He’d insisted on you keeping it since yours had been lost in the woods during the fight against Alpha. The fact that he’d split a matching set, obviously religiously maintained, had struck you.

You lifted a foot to kick one of the bodies over and Daryl stopped you. “Whoa, hey!” he barked at you. “Lemme do that. Ya tryin’ to hurt yerself?” he growled. You rolled your eyes but stepped back. He heaved them over, one by one, and checked for masks.

“No Shepherds,” you said as he examined the last one.

“Not here anyway,” Daryl drawled, his blue eyes darting over the surrounding woods. He began patting down the clothing on the bodies, something you often did as well. Sometimes you’d recover ammo or other useful things out of the pockets.

Still slightly annoyed by his interference, you nudged Achilles who flew up off you shoulder. You whistled a single note that started low and then rose to a higher pitch. The raven croaked and descended silently toward Daryl before plucking out a strand of his wavy brown hair and then taking off again.

“Ow! Goddamn!” He jolted to his feet and looked back at you, shocked. “Did’ya tell him to do that?”

You smiled back at him vaguely and held out a hand which Achilles dropped the strand into. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh…” He glared, but couldn’t quite stop the tiniest smile from curving his lips as he shook his head at you.

“Anything good?” you asked, looking back at the bodies.

“Nah,” he said, setting a bolt back into the flight groove of his crossbow. He fixed his blue eyes on you when he straightened up again and they met your gaze and held it. You noticed then just how blue they were and felt an uncharacteristic wash of uncertainty trickle over you. “Ya really ain’t gonna tell me yer name? I mean, I feel like since yer bird just ripped out some of my hair maybe—”

You cut him off by laughing and it surprised both of you. “Alright. That’s fair. It’s Y/N.”

Daryl nodded. “Alrigh’. Y/N.”

Something about hearing him say your name produced an unusual fluttering in the middle of your chest, and you realized your body and you realized how long it’d been since you’d heard anyone speak it. You ducked his eyes and sighed. “Alright. Probably should keep moving,” you said, replacing the arrow still in your hand back in your quiver and moving around Daryl and past the walkers strewn on the forest floor. You sunk your fingers into Dog’s thick fur and gave him a few scratches as you passed him and the Malinois let out a happy noise and began walking at your side.

“Tha’s funny,” Daryl said, starting after you.

“Hmm?”

“Dog usually prefers me over ev’rybody,” he drawled.

You glanced back at him and then down at Dog beside you. “Oh. Sorry. Are your feelings hurt?”

Daryl could hear a slight touch of jest in your voice again. He liked it. It eased his worries over your condition somewhat. “Maybe a little bit,” he said.

There was another minute or so of silence before you broke it again. “I have to ask you,” you began, “what exactly is your plan here?” You were slightly out of breath and paused partially up a steep hill to look back at him. You were sore and your stamina was nowhere near normal. You could tell you wouldn’t be able to go much further that day.

“What plan?” Daryl responded.

“You’re really going to follow me for… days?”

Daryl shrugged. “Somebody should be around. Just in case.”

You sighed, starting at him and shaking your head. “There’s no way I can convince you to just leave and go back to your community?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“I’m fine, Daryl.” “Yeah, well I’ll know that ‘cuz I’mma be around. Yer stubborn, but so am I.”

“Yeah, I’m gathering that,” you breathed. You shut your eyes for a moment and pulled in some deep breaths.

“…Ya okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah…” you said quickly. “Just a little tired. And sore,” you added with a laugh, one hand coming to rest over the bandaged wound on your side.

He nodded. “I wasn’t kiddin’ when I said ya lost a ton of blood. It was—scary…” he drawled. “Ya wanna take a rest?”

You shook your head, your eyes moving over the trees around the two of you. “No. This area isn’t safe.”

Daryl’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

You shook your head. “It’s just not. But—I don’t think I can go too much farther today and we should be tucked away somewhere before it gets dark. I don’t think I’m climbing anything without a ladder today and we won’t make it to—anyway... I know a place that isn’t much farther that should be safe.”

Daryl was surprised that you had now seemed to accept that he’d be tagging along. You started forward again and he trailed behind you, catching glimpses of Achilles dropping below the canopy every now and again. Dog trotted between you and Daryl now, sniffing here and there and occasionally breaking off to one side or the other. It was almost like a relaxing walk through the woods…

Eventually, you came to a dead stop and Daryl looked over your shoulder to see a small cabin that seemed to have been nearly consumed by the vegetation and wild growth around it. He glanced sideways at you and was startled by how pale you looked.

“Y/N,” he said gently so you’d look at him. “You okay?”

You nodded, but he wasn’t entirely convinced. “This is our stop for the night.”

“Alrigh’. I’ll make sure it’s clear.” He whistled to Dog and this time you didn’t argue. You were exhausted. And part of you was glad to see the wings on Daryl’s back that were becoming almost familiar.

[video-game-birds-tournament]

Side B - Round 2 - Match Up 7

Propaganda:

Quiet Robe

(contains spoilers for Metroid Dread) Quiet Robe is one of the last surviving members of the Chozo race and the last among the Thoha tribe. Unlike Raven Beak and the Mawkins, Quiet Robe embodies the characteristics of a "typical" Chozo (up until Dread) -- intelligent, wise, and peace-loving. He momentarily assists Samus during her quest traversing SR388 by deactivating an E.M.M.I. The scene in which Samus makes her promise to Quiet Robe that she will put an end to Raven Beak's plans may be one of the most iconic in the series.

He looks friendly. I would trust him.

basically im a sucker when it comes to seeing Samus have meaningful interactions bc she's alone 99.9% of the time (and the games where Adam is her Navi lol) =spoilers for a specific cutscene= if you also lost your sh*t when you heard Samus speak Chozo for the first time, i'm with ya. so pls vote Quiet Robe. thank you *drops mic*

Beat

Small robot bird. Either pulls you out of pits or relentless attacks everything in sight.

Punishing Bird

Funny little guy. Regularly breaches his nominally secure containment cell to go peck people for scratch people. Anyone who dares to strike him is promptly subjected to the highest damage of any singular hit in the game. Literally left his forest to punish mankind for its sins, one little peck at a time. If you watch him in his cell he does a little wiggle. Best character in the game 10/10

[wonbillion]

“ what sort of sadist would drag me out of bed this early in the morning ?? ” from josuke !

             source :   prompted   /   status :   accepting .

josuke’s   whining   registers as a mild sound ;   no more offensive than birds chattering in the vicinity of his window   just before   a five - thirty alarm blares through his repose   ━━━━   inconvenient ,   but not maddeningly so .   or it could be that okuyasu is just too soft ,   especially when it comes to his dearest friend ,   but confronting the likelihood of that can be saved for another day .   now ,   he only tongues the inside of his cheek ,   traces of   amusement   mellowing his characteristically   intimidating features .

    “   yer such a damn brat ,   ”   he utters off - handedly ,   shoulders bowing in a show of   blissful relaxation   as tanned hands slip into his pockets .   “   ya manage to get yer ass up for school every day ,   don’tcha ??   i know it’s sunday ,   but this shouldn’t be any different .   plus ,   it’s waaaaay more important .   ”

    high in the amberish sky ,   the   early morning sun   greets them amid a cluster of cotton - candy clouds ;   light filtering through   pearly wisps   &   stretching out to beam over any exposed skin in a warm caress .   ’tis a sight   &   sensation okuyasu knows intimately ,   often rising early to look after his father   &   maintain some grounding presence of order in their healing home .  

    cheesy as it is to say ,   it’s a damn beautiful day .   the kind he’s learned not to take for granted .   “   don’t cop an attitude w’th me just ’cause ya stayed up all night watchin’   the matrix   fer the millionth time when y’knew we had plans ,   ”   says okuyasu ,   withdrawing one of his hands from his pockets only to tauntingly   wag a finger   in josuke’s direction .   “   i told ya th’ only way we can even   dream   of gettin’ a copy is if we’re at the game store the second the doors open .   i wouldn’t be surprised ’f there was a line already ,   ”   he sighs ,   reaching out to take his friend by the wrist ,   encouraging him to shed his   grogginess   like a lizard’s skin .   

    “   now quit bein’ a baby ,   josuke !!   we’re on a   mission   here .   ”

[thisonesock]

Since my hyperfixation is kicking in and I am bored, I started researching a bit about the religious background to Hazbin Hotel and its connection to actual Religious Sources. Especially Lilith, since she is not only a big question mark but also portrayed in the final scene as a giant red flag. (Thank you, creepy foreshadowing music in the background). So let’s just gather what I found in in my two hour search. I just point out, these are all my personal consumptions and interpretations that I could make through the meager things I have found. I will show you the things I have found out and then tell you, what I think could be possible. I won’t put the sources in, since most of them are German, but if anyone of you wants them anyway, just write me and I give them to you. So let’se go then!

Lilith is an extremely interesting character from a religious point of view because she has many characteristics. There isn’t that much about her, but let’s gather what I have found.

She is mostly seen as the equivalent of Eve and is often seen as a modern-day figurehead of feminism because she refused to submit to the patriarchy. She did not want to submit to Adam, especially in a sexual sense. (She's a top bitch, not a bottom. That might also be the explanation why Lilith wanted Adam gone and Lute replace him.) This eventually lead to her banishment from Eden. After her Eve was made and that lead to a natural rivalry between the two woman.

There are also texts that say that Lilith and Eve are two sides of the same coin. Lilith, as an independent, wild woman, Eva as a family loyal, submissive mother who has been told all her life how dangerous Lilith is.

Both women meet one day, exchange ideas and finally decide to work together and be independent. ➡️ That gives a fucking lot to make theories about the future episodes. Eve and Lilith working together could open so many doors. And when we maybe work with the idea, that both woman look the same, let’s see what can be done with that.

There are theories that the woman in the flashback of episode 5 Eve is. Both of them working together could explain why Eve would be able to get into Liliths Place. It explains the connection to Charlie and why pictures are more motherly role in that scene.

Lilith, that way, could easily replace Eve in Heaven. (Adam has been in Heaven, so why wouldn’t Eve, right? We have seen nothing or her or have a mention of her since the Overture in the first episode.) Maybe Lute found about about the secret that Eve and Lilith have and threatens to tattletale? My theories aren’t fleshed out yet and there are many open questions and things that debunk them. So let’s just leave those here and move on, shall we?

Lilith is also referred to in many traditions (in Jewish text elements and in Aramaic) as a child murderer. This is said to have been a punishment for her rebellion in Eden. As a result, she is said to only suffer stillbirths; being infertile (or have demon children, but I haven't found much on this) and actively murder newborns and, something I've come across quite often, her own children. Lilith is also (in the old testament) often equated with a deadly danger. She is often directly associated with snakes and birds of prey. (venomousness and quick grabbing).

So what can we do with that information? Well, it's a damn good explanation why the woman just packed her bags and left without a word for seven years. It would also explain the final scene with Lilith in heaven, where Lute demands she does something about Charlie.

So, since I am tired and don’t have the brain energy to look further, is just leave this here and let you all do with it, what ya want. I remind, most of that is my personal interpretation and it is possible that I didn’t get things quite right. Feel free to add something or correct me. I’m not free from flaws, especially when I’m sleep deprived!

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Joatzins look so pretty omg i really wanna go see one in person now 😭🥺 can i just say how much i love it when u talk about nature-related stuff and also other informative things here with the other anons because as someone who knows so little about nature & exotic animals IT’S ALL SO SUPER FASCINATING LIKE I GENUINELY DIDNT KNOW THESE SPECIES OF BIRDS EXISTED BEFORE TODAY LIKE WHAT 🤯🤯🤯 AND THEY HAVE CLAWS ON THEIR WINGS TOO THATS ACTUALLY AMAZING FR i wonder what other kinds of animals are out there that have unique characteristics such as these :0

side note, i don’t hate bugs, i think they’re pretty neat but im scared of touching them 😭😭😭 like bugs really are cool and some of them can be super cute too (like butterflies. i love love LOVE BUTTERFLIES THEYRE SO CUTE & PRETTY) but like after learning about that beetle that shoots hot fluids out made me go like “NO WAYY I WANNA SEE IT IN ACTION,,, BUT FROM A SAFE DISTANCE LIKE PLS DONT COME NEAR ME u scary little fella🥹”

also YESSS MUHAHA thank you for giving us a detailed description of Shadow’s physical appearance, more material for me to work on drawing soon 😈😈🥰 (i still have something else in the works, stay tuned 🤭)

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I'm so happy you like my ramblings about nature stuff!!! I was wondering if it would be weird considering that 99% of my profile on Tumblr is writing stuff alone.

Here's another cool bird species for ya as a thank-you gift for everything you've done: have you ever heard of the Bulwer's Pheasant? It looks sooooo weird!! Like some kind of alien from a whole different planet as you can see from the pictures. Nature is crazy cool!