#green wing macaw

[southernsnowdogs]

I let Frankie meet the baby blue and golds. He thinks they’re his now, and idk how I’m going to get them off the bed (he will bite me), but it’s made for some fun entertainment.

[celticbotanart]

"Draw your OC at the red carpet" fun trend from bsky, featuring my OCs Jupiter (she/they) and baby Jillian (he/him)! I don't always participate in these but I thought it'd be fun to do this one! 💛

The challenge itself and the Red Carpet background png was created by GreeOnix on bsky, bc Brazil was running with I'm Still Here and the idea was to bring BR artists to draw their OCs and celebrate that BR milestone!

commission info | patreon| Ko-fi | VGen | bluesky

[cupids-stimboards]

rocambole120; day 7 prompt: fave fictional species answer: rainwings - wings of fire

🌈 🍒 🌈 / 🍋 x 🥭 / 🌈 🍉 🌈

[wraenata]

Happy Birthday Ell!

@intotheelliwoods

Based on this post where 2al big leo is a lear's macaw, sprout is a spix macaw, and poptart is a quaker parakeet (blue mutation)

My first 2al fanart and it's birds haha

Maybe in the 2al birb verse they all get to be together hmmm?

I hope you had an amazing day and have an amazing year ahead of you, you deserve it!

[vixymix101]

Sketches of my seafaring bird OC's!

Characters are: Captain Colorway, and Harrison Brackish Herrington III

[sabokoshka]

sonic oc! their name is Coleus, but go by Cole for short. they/them prns! theyre a gardener and i adore them dearly

[werewolfetone]

The 1798 rebellion was so unserious. Why were there people dressed like this there

[regular-raven]

Green winged macaw | Ara chloropterus

Photographed by me at Butterfly Gardens, in Victoria, BC

[lunarlotuscove]

Few more loves from the zoo

Wednesday, March 12th 2025 11:23-11:41am

[diabloii]

mind you its a nuanced convo like 90% of people shouldnt own a parrot of any kind and 99.9% should not own macaws or cockatoos or what have you because its such an intense commitment and you SHOULD have the space and resources to bring that bird a good level of freedom.......... thsts not really what im talking about though its just when someone sees a bird and goes He Should Be Free... idk theres just something weirdly humancentric about that train of though idk ifnqhat im saying makes sense

[blackleopards-whitelions]

58th post.

[wallpapers4screen]

[heraxic]

Transformers prime decepticons as birds (ignore that two of them can’t canonically fly ok)

Soundwave - barn owl (only one where the original bird colors are completely changed. The barn owl has a distinct disc like face, black glassy eyes, and has great hearing, which i thought fit him very well, so that should make up for the color inconsistency)

Megatron - bearded vulture (the bird’s already piercing red eyes matches Meg well, along with the black/greyish feathers framing the face similarly to his helm)

Starscream - peregrine falcon (one of the fastest birds in the world. It has a distinct brow bone and the black/white face matches his helm somewhat)

Knockout - northern cardinal (a bright red bird with a spiked crown and black eyes)

Breakdown - blue indian ringneck (a blue bird with yellow touches, along with a red/orange beak like BD’s face)

Skyquake - great green macaw (a large green bird with red touches and a strong beak meant for crushing, blue wing feathers changed to match the glass of his cockpit)

Dreadwing - hyacinth macaw (a color variant of his twin: blue and yellow/gold)

Airachnid - rook (first considered making her a raven, but the rook’s already white beak matched her face better, plus iridescent/purplish neck feathers)

Shockwave - victoria crowned pidgeon (a purplish chest and a distinctive red eye matches him fairly well, plus his many antennae and wings sticking out of his silhouette kinda fits the feathered crown)

[greenwingspino]

An as of yet unwritten scene that sort of is like an argument between Nina and Alloblue at one point, but does like lead to a cooldown, but conflicting thoughts on Alloblue's side. It's around the third act of the story with Nina after he's nearly killed by the antagonist, does she want to protect him for what he's done for her in return. As he does have a tough choice of a goal, he truly wants to either die fighting the antagonist himself for what he's taken from him and rejoin his family. However, it's then Nina reassures him he isn't going to be alone in his fight. Despite willing to fight the antagonist herself, she wants to regain her freedom back as Alloblue becomes nearly overprotective for her own safety from the antagonist. But she is also unwilling to leave him entirely and wants to make progress for him at living life again, with her promising to help him in the process.

Made in Krita

Art © GreenWingSpino

[vixymix101]

Gay ass birds--

[vanteguccir]

OKAY BUT IMAGINE the very time you ever mention kids around either Matt or Chris. like the relationship is getting serious yknow, and you just casually mention ‘our kids are gonna be so cute’ or ‘do you think they’ll have your eyes or mine?’ like they would absolutely LOSE IT. they would get all gushy and instantly be like ‘we can make one right now’ or ‘we can practice for the future’

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOUR KIDS ARE GONNA BE CUTE * MATT STURNIOLO * BLURB

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N mentions her thoughts about their future children to Matt for the first time, and he absolutely lose it.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader

WARNINGS　::　Mentions of becoming parents.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The air smelled like warm vanilla from Y/N's candle burning on the coffee table, and the only sounds were the faint hum of a playlist Matt had thrown on shuffle and the occasional rustling of a blanket being adjusted.

Y/N and Matt were on the floor of the living room, a mess of art supplies spread out between them.

It had started as a joke when Matt pointed at his last drawing glued to the fridge, making some comment about never being able to color inside the lines as a kid, and Y/N had promptly pulled out one of those oversized coloring books meant for children, the ones with thick, black-outlined cartoons and pages that smelled like paper from an elementary school classroom.

So now, here they were, stomach-down on the living room floor, legs bent at the knees and swinging absentmindedly while Y/N concentrated on shading in a cartoonish giraffe. Matt was beside her, hunched over a page with his tongue slightly poking out in concentration as he attempted to color a macaw in different shades of blue.

"This is always so relaxing." Matt muttered, switching to a green crayon to shade the macaw wing. "Think' m'brain just shut off in the best way."

Y/N hummed in agreement, watching the way his fingers moved, slightly calloused from years of gripping drumsticks and gaming controllers, now delicately holding a crayon as if it were something precious.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Y/N sighed contently and let her head drop against her arm, admiring the half-colored giraffe in front of her.

"Our kids are gonna be so cute coloring together. Imagine them coming to us with a new drawing every day."

It was such a casual, passing comment, said with the same energy as commenting on the weather. But the moment the words left her lips, the entire room seemed to freeze.

Actually, no. Matt froze.

Like, completely.

His fingers went slack. The tiny crayon rolled off and disappeared somewhere into the carpet, but he didn’t even register it.

Our kids.

His heart did a backflip. Then another. Then it practically shot into orbit.

Y/N, still focused on her giraffe, didn’t notice the way that his posture went rigid, or how he turned his head to look at her as fast as humanly possible, blue eyes wide and blinking like she had just uttered the most beautiful words in the English language.

Our kids.

She said our kids.

Matt inhaled sharply, trying to calm the way his chest was suddenly tight with love.

"What?" His voice came out slightly choked.

Y/N glanced up at him, eyebrows raising slightly at his reaction.

"What?" She echoed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Did I- was that weird?"

Matt shook his head rapidly, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to form a sentence, but his brain had just blue-screened.

"No! No, no, no, it’s not weird, it’s just-" He exhaled sharply, then, out of nowhere, let out an actual whine, burying his face in his hands.

Y/N blinked.

"Matt?"

"I’m gonna lose my mind." He groaned dramatically, peeking at her through his fingers.

His milky skin was now flushed in a deep shade of pink, and his big eyes were so ridiculously, stupidly soft that it made Y/N’s heart stutter.

"You can’t just say that out of nowhere, baby. I was not prepared. I was having a normal, peaceful time, and then you just drop that on me?"

Y/N’s lips twitched in amusement.

"Drop what? That our kids are gonna be cute?"

Matt let out a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a strangled gasp, as if he physically could not handle the sheer concept of it. He shot up onto his knees, ignoring the slight pain coming from his ankle with the moviments and placing both hands on Y/N’s cheeks with sudden urgency.

"Say it again."

Y/N giggled, tilting her head.

"What, that our kids-"

"Angel, I swear to God, you’re gonna put me in an early grave." He looked like he was having a full existential crisis, running a hand through his hair before gripping the back of his neck as if trying to steady himself. "Can we make one right now? I'm fully prepared to be a dad, just realized it-"

Y/N burst out laughing, shoving his shoulder lightly.

"Matthew!"

"I’m being so serious." He insisted, grabbing Y/N’s hands and squeezing them like a man possessed. "You don’t understand, baby. I love kids. I’ve always loved kids. And then you’re here, coloring next to me, saying words like ‘our kids,’ and now I can't stop thinking of a mini mix of me and you coloring in our living room."

Y/N swore she felt her heart physically swell, tilting her head and observing his gentle expression.

"... Do you think they’ll have your eyes or mine? Because, personally, I think they’d look adorable with your eyes."

"Matt." She whispered, a little overwhelmed by how utterly, devastatingly in love with him she was in that moment.

His face softened even more, which Y/N hadn’t even thought was possible.

"I’m serious." He murmured, thumb brushing over her knuckles. "You see a future with me like that? Do you really?"

Y/N nodded without hesitation.

"Of course, I do. The prettiest and most perfect future."

His expression melted into something so tender that it made Y/N’s chest ache. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath tickling her upper lip.

"Good." He whispered. "Because I think about that all the time. And now I’m never gonna stop thinking about it."

Y/N smiled, nudging her nose against his.

"So, we’re in agreement?"

Matt grinned, eyes twinkling.

"Our kids are gonna be very cute."

© vanteguccir