#parrot therian

[obstructed-birdsong]

Bird therian tip

You can use your teeth to open packaging on food and other things, much like how a bird uses its beak as a tool.

[trashthatwalks]

Does anyone want become a pirate with me?

[citricsemotes132]

[CAUTION, TYPING QUIRK USE AHEAD]

HELLO!! MY NAME IS KARKAT/BAZIL/STAR AND IM THE CORE OF THE CITRICS SYSTEM!

ALTHOUGH WE ARE A SYSTEM, IM MOST LIKELY THE ONLY ONE WHO WILL BE MAKING EMOTES.

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PLEASE INTERACT LIST:

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DNI LIST:

DEMOSYSTEMS/SUPPORTERS OF THEM

PROSHIPPERS

MAPS

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TRANSMEDS

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WILL DRAW:

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SILLY DOODLES FOR U

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[ekosethos]

So I’ve been thinking. There’s plenty of Therians who are animals stuck in human bodies. Does that mean there’s potentially human souls in wolves’ bodies? A parrot stuck as a cat? A dolphin with the soul of a dragon? Can other animals experience their own version of species dysphoria or is it exclusively an understanding that the Human Brain gives those with Human Bodies regardless of internal species? Keeps me up at night…

[me-and-the-squad-being-otherkin]

any other macaw therians / kins? (or parrot therians / kins?)

im seeing the majority of birdkin folks are covid / crow / raven kin (nothing wrong with that btw! y'all are so cool!) and I'm just wondering if there's anyone else :]

[goddamnitlopori]

Wolf (2021), disaster or masterpiece?

Short answer: neither. 

I recently saw Wolf, an indie film about people with species dysphoria undergoing conversion therapy at the hands of a sadistic doctor. Though not without its flaws, it was enjoyable, especially when watched with friends. I wanted to write a review from the perspective of someone who on the whole, liked it. (film spoilers ahead!)

I’ll try to summarise as best I can, what the film got right and where it failed (imo). Plus neutral observations. 

The positives: The acting, the actors really carried the story, ran with it. The protagonists are all likeable, they had the vibe of their animals which is a fun touch. Rufus, the German Shepard, has a doglike energy and gregariousness. Jacob, the wolf, is more serious and brooding like stereotypical wolf people lol. Judith, the parrot, likes to copy people, somewhat reminiscent of autistic echolalia. Whether that was on purpose I don’t know. I think it’s likely an accident, as Judith mimics more deliberately. When the residents moved around like their particular animal when “shifted” so to speak, they did a very convincing job. They were trained by Terry Notary, who is a movement coach for mocap actors etc, he knows his shit. You can tell when Terry has worked on a project.

This might surprise some, but I genuinely find it a sympathetic portrayal. Though very exaggerated and goofy at times, when characters sat down and spoke of their experiences it was accurate. There’s a scene where Annalisa (panda) reads Jacob’s poetry about his dysphoria, it could’ve been ripped straight from a therian forum thread. Annalisa herself also talks a lot like us. There were some really poignant lines for me personally, too. The film makes it abundantly clear that none of these people should be locked up. Everyone is varying levels of animal-person, ranging from a kid who really likes ducks to people with a more extreme, behaviourally outward condition. All of them mistreated the same way, and none of it justified. They want us to root for these characters, they want us to want their freedom to be themselves. There is no mistaking what the message is.  And that leads me to the negatives, it is almost too obvious who the good/bad guys are. The antagonist, Dr. Mann, is a pantomime villain in his mannerisms. It kills suspension of disbelief. While I'm sure there are sadistic quacks in medicine irl, he lacks personality and complexity. There was one scene that hinted at Dr. Mann maybe being a closeted animal-person himself, but that was never further explored. This is a common flaw in the film, the pacing is all over the place, scenes escalate instantly, ramping up the drama or horror in a second. A character or plot point gets introduced only to never be mentioned again. I reckon there might have been a lot of footage that never made it to the final cut. The plot could really use some fleshing out, an extra 15 minutes on the run time would have done it wonders. Though their intentions are clearly good, I think the film leans too heavily on trauma being the single explanation for species dysphoria. In reality it’s multi-faceted. I’m not mad though. 

Other observations: It so kinky!? The dynamics between Dr. Mann and his patients, the props, the costumes, may as well be BDSM. Hard to tell if it’s intentional or just being artsy? Interestingly, rather than the doctors reminding patients that they are human, they defaulted to “boy” or “girl”. Leaving the facility a boy or girl is the end goal. Which could be interpreted as an allegory for repressing transgenderism. The film wasn’t really meant to be analogous to gender etc, but there are bound to be many comparisons with real life phenomena, hard to avoid. Institutionalisation is touched upon too, through Wildcat’s character. The “therapy” the patients undergo involves constant mixed messages, and it’s a bit heartbreaking. I especially feel for Jeremy (squirrel), poor lad never catches a break. As rewards for good behaviour they get to dress up as their animal, but once they act out, they’re severely punished. I think to shame them for wanting the animalistic rewards? A lot of it was of course, cartoonishly over the top. But the underlying ideas are near identical to actual antikin insults, “if you’re an animal, then why don’t you act like one? Oh you can’t, ahahaha checkmate”. Crap argument, a human body/brain and human socialisation are not insignificant factors, it’s a subjective identity. Couldn’t run a successful medical establishment built on such half assed rhetoric. Good thing it is so unrealistic, eh? In summary, I would give this film 3/5 stars. Not bad, not great, but entertaining. And at times rather touching. I just wish the film was better paced and didn’t spoon feed the message too much. 

[liongoatsnake]

So Our Multiple System Got to Watch The Movie, Wolf…

 … and it wasn't terrible. A brief overview on our first impressions below the cut.

  Us As People Watching A Movie - Our multiple system watched it with a number of other nonhumans, therians, and otherkin while in a chat. The movie was fairly entertaining. Not amazing, but fair. Not bad for an indie movie. The characters, especially the antagonists were very one note and flat; but we can't decide if we disliked that or liked that about the movie. The several species dysphoric characters were interesting. (Rufus is a good boy and deserves head pets! We had feelings for the squirrel guy and parrot girl (forgot their names) too.] Apparently a guy whose helped actors act more like animals helped train the actors for their parts and it shows. Their mannerisms were better than we expected. The movie was a fair bit over the top but it still wasn't a terrible movie.

Course there were some things about the movie that felt lacking. The ending was… okay? Kind of sudden and felt like it cut off too soon? We also felt like the introduction to the lion guy towards the end didn't do anything? But those things didn't ruin the movie for us.

  Us As a System of Nonhumans Watching This Movie - Honestly, we felt things in this movie. Like "oh that felt relatable" or "oh yeah, mood" kind of stuff. Exaggerated to a more physically obvious and artistic degree but it still felt relatable. Like yeah, real-life therians don't act like how the characters physically act, but how they acted felt like how our system feels or thinks sometimes.

 The movie didn't always land but for a movie made by non-kin people and played by non-kin people we surprising let a lot watching this movie. Like some of the things said by the characters didn't feel terribly off from what we might hear on a forum or whatnot. Like at one point the panda girl character talking about how people describe themselves in a number of ways and how describing themselves as animals is just another way of expressing some inner truth (or something like that). Also at one point, a journal entry/poem of Jacob's is read and it feels very relatable.

 The movie is far from a great and accurate representation of species dysphoria, but it still made us as watchers feel things in regards to our own species dysphoria stuff.  

  Us As A System of Nonhumans Watching Non-Kin People Reacting To This Movie - A LOT of non-kin seem to be reading this as an allegory for being transgender, maybe in some ways it is even if that wasn't intended. It certainly felt like it with how the Zookeeper and assistant woman kept enforcing that they were a "girl" or a "boy" rather than just impressing upon their patients that they are "human." Like, at several points when the Zookeeper and assistant woman are having a "you're not a [insert animal], you are a [human]" they almost always say "boy/girl" which made it feel like they were pressing something gender related more than just strictly animal related.

 Also the reviews coming in the for this movie seem to show just how little mainstream people are aware of actual species dysphoria. So few seem to catch that species dysphoria is actually a thing.

  Us As A System of Nonhumans Thinking About This Movie's Impact on the Alterhuman/Nonhuman Communities - This movie really, really feels like it will quickly be forgotten in the near future. We have a hard time imagining this movie having a notable long-term impact in the communities with many nonkin associating this movie with anyone who comes out as being alterhuman/therian/otherkin/etc. It's not getting shown in a lot of theaters and it doesn't look like it will it's just getting that much attention.

 It also felt like any non-kin who does watch this movie and remembers it later on - they might have some wrong impressions about species dysphoria but the people with species dysphoria were the good guys/victims/sympathetic characters.

    Final Thoughts - The movie movie-wise wasn't GREAT but it also wasn't BAD either. Kind of mediocre indie stuff. The movie was far as representation of was "meh;" we felt sympathetic and "that's relatable" feelings watching the movie but we wouldn't call it an accurate movie portrayal by a long shot. We don't have any strong fears of this movie negatively impacting species dysphoria’s acceptance by wider society in the future.

 Overall, we will likely buy a copy of this movie once it comes out on DVD.

 - Ocean Watcher, Sky Singer, & Earth Listener

[rip-rheo]

I fuckinf love that like fruity pebbles cereal it looks like the shit food people who shouldn't take care of parrots get, which is very nice to me bc I'm a parrot therian

[winged-folk]

!! for people who miss flying !!

(for winged therians/otherkin, for those who just want to feel like a bird, etc)

THESE ARE THE BEST TRUST ME

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6whHTP6L2Is

this one is in Norway, relatively fast and includes lots of low dives and skimming across mountains. there's one backwards shot lol- I'd recommend for hawks, eagles, etc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyrq-qzOx1U

Switzerland, super fast paced and lots of quick twists and turns. might make you feel motion sick!! best for falcons and other fast birds.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZipyELmprk&list=LL&index=8

filmed in Madiera, absolutely stunning: jungles, rivers, mountains, blue lakes- for parrots, tropical birds, swallows, but good for all birds!

[obstructed-birdsong]

Psittacine screech

Psittacine- adj. Relating to or denoting birds of the parrot family.

I’ve learned to chirp fairly well already, and some part of my bird self deep down wants to learn a parrot screech. A noticeable few shifts of mine are tied to stress, especially as a prey animal therian. I feel the urge to vocalize my mind state but the sound dies in my throat. It is a thing difficult to pronounce without an avian syrinx.

I have thought about it, about finding a space empty enough to not be heard, as practising a new sound is something ugly to the ears of passerby.

However, I have read one too many tales of therians accidentally vocalizing in public. A bark, a hiss, a snarl when startled is something difficult to explain to those who don’t know your reasons.

Much as curse words can become integrated into your vocabulary and spoken unintentionally during an inconvenience, a shrill bird call too, once practised to the point of being effortless, can be vocalized without meaning to. Perhaps some forms of avian speech are not meant to be learned, at least by me.

[summonerscenarios]

Could we have some fluff with Shennong with a nonbinary protagonist?

Okay so this went in a totally different direction than I thought it would I swear it was supposed to be all fluff - hopefully this is okay though~!

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“I could totally make that jump.”

Shennong pauses and shifts around in his chair, looking over at you with a raised brow. To anyone else, that sentence would have probably sparked some kind of concern, but Shen’s long gotten used to your comments and only hums and taps his pen to his lips in thought, glancing between you and the window you’re staring at.

“You could,” he agrees, before quickly adding. “but you won’t.”

You look away from the window and give him a pointed stare. “Why not?”

“Because you won’t make it to the window before me.”

He’s got a point - you’re not at your best right now, so you’re pretty sure in the time it takes for you to actually get to the window he’d be up and out the chair to stop you. You frankly don’t see what the big issue is; it’s just the first floor, so the drop wouldn’t be that bad, but maybe that’s just the cabin fever talking, given that you’ve been bed bound in the infirmary for the better part of the day.

“Besides,” Shennong pipes up again, rolling his chair over to your bedside and giving your leg a gentle nudge. “You still need to rest that leg.”

He barely touches you but it’s enough to make you flinch with a wince - it’s not broken or fractured, but still sore enough that it’s gonna keep you off of your feet at least for the rest of the day, and the thought makes you scowl in frustration. You’d gone through the ringer in app battles - bruises, broken bones, hell even death didn’t keep you from jumping right back up. So to get taken down just for landing on your feet the wrong way going down the stairs had you miffed at the sheer audacity of your own damned body to get bedbound for such a stupid reason. 

Seeing your gloomy expression, Shennong gives you a sympathetic look and gives your leg another pat, being mindful of the injury; you mutter thanks under your breath, and try to turn your focus back onto the infirmary window. It won’t be long till school lets out as the sky’s already turning a telltale shade of orange that signals the coming end of the school day. When you’d gotten injured the teacher who’d hoisted you up and carried you to the infirmary ensured you that someone would be by afterschool to take you back to your dorm; but, in all honesty, you don’t know what’s worse, being bed bound with a snarky school nurse for company or being bed bound alone in your room.

A beat passes in silence, and you hear Shennong leaning back over to his desk to fiddle with some of the bottles he was working on. You don’t bother turning to watch him, instead letting your eyes follow the peachy clouds crawling across an orange sky beyond the glass. After a few more minutes, you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“You know, Kengo did it once.” 

It’s not a lie - though it was more so that he fell out of it rather than willingly jumped, but it’s enough to get the nurse to do a double take. Shen squints at your words, searching for a tell to show you’re bluffing; when it’s clear you’re not he retorts. “And if Kengo told you to-” 

“Yes.” you don’t hesitate, staring him dead in the eyes.

“...You’re right; stupid question.” Shennong gives a deep sigh and leans to rest on his knees rubbing his temples.

“I forget you’re not the only student who likes getting into trouble.”

“Hey!” you straighten up on the bed, expression aghast. “Of course I’m not the only one! You say that like that’s all I ever do.”

In response he lets out a low, drawn out whistle and tilts his head. “Well…” he trails off and you narrow your eyes into a glare, arms crossing over your chest as you drop back onto the infirmary bed.

“...If I could stand right now I’d tackle you off of that chair.” you only half-mean it because you know that he’s right (loathe as you are to admit it) and Shen waves a hand in your direction.

“And that is exactly what I mean.”

You grumble to yourself  and press yourself further back, effectively sinking into the infirmary bed with a sour expression, watching him regard you with an amused smile that just screams that he’s teasing you. There’s another period of silence, but this one is broken far quicker when you mutter, voice quieting into a mutter as you stare down at your injured leg.

“I get into trouble - but it’s for a good reason.”

Shen only hums in response, but his tone is almost disbelieving and that just spurs you on to continue.

“Wanting to protect people is a good reason - so I don’t mind if it gets me into a bit of trouble.”

“What if it gets you hurt?” at his question you perk up, looking over to where he’s sitting. You pause for a moment, and when you discern that it’s a serious question you shrug and lean back, rolling over onto your side to face the window.

“I’m used to it, so it’s fine.”

“And if it gets you killed?” you knew that was coming, and yet hearing Shennong ask that gives you pause, and when he sees you physically tense up he pushes the question. “Will you still say that’s fine?”

Perhaps it’s childish to refuse to answer, but you double down and avoid looking at him altogether, staring hard at the window and hoping that your lack of response will end the discussion. You refuse to budge, even when you hear his chair squeak and listen to the footfalls steadily rounding the side of the infirmary bed. Soon enough there’s a pair of legs blocking your view of the window and you frown, craning your head to look past him and pretend he’s not looking down at you. When that doesn’t work you huff and move to roll onto your other side, but a firm hand on your shoulder has you staying put as Shennong squats down so that you’re face to face.

“Listen.” he begins with a sigh, expression surprisingly stern as he stares at you. “I know this sounds harsh, but you don’t need me to tell you that you’re reckless. You run headfirst into fights with impossible odds and have to claw your way out time and time again - that’s not easy, and the app doesn’t heal everything you go through. If you’re not careful-” Shennong cuts himself off, watching your anger ease into a more forlorn expression; you understand.

“You won’t be any help to the people you want to protect if you’re dead - fighting’s one thing, but you need to stay alive if you want a chance at keeping them safe. Take care of yourself - that’s all I can ask.”

You’re quiet for a long moment, meeting his gaze and flinching not from pain this time, but from the intensity that he’s squaring you with. It’s not malicious however, and reminds you all too much of how Mr. Mononobe would look at you, firm but well-intentioned, and you have to swallow down the lump in your throat before you find the words.

“Is that the doctor’s advice?” It’s a bad joke, but it successfully breaks the tension and the therian visibly relaxes, smiling as he answers.

“Call it advice from a friend.”

“Advice from a friend, huh?” you parrot back, a grin of your own rising to your face. “I guess it doesn’t hurt to listen to a friend...no promises about non-app battles though - if someone starts a fight I will finish it for them.”

“Yeah, didn’t think it’d be that easy.” he sighs, but after a beat of pause, Shen leans over and claps a large hand onto your head, making a show of mussing up your hair as he adds.

“You’re a good kid.”

You give a half hearted grumble and duck your head away from his hand. “Yeah, yeah, call me kid again you’re losing that hand.”

Shen only laughs at your reaction but stands up and moves back over to his desk once he’s sure you’re okay. You watch his back as he walks away from you before you focus on making yourself comfortable, flopping down onto the pillow and pressing your cheek into the plush fabric till you find a good position to lie in. 

The sky outside has turned a deep mixture of orange and red by now, and you bide your time once again watching the clouds that roll by with a newfound fascination, enjoying the canvas of colors that stretches beyond the window till the familiar chime of the school bell finally arrives to pull you from your thoughts.

[radiocmyk]

Predatory birds that aren’t hawks

Something I’ve noticed during my time in the aviankind community is an overabundance of hawk and eagle therians, mostly red-tailed hawks, which I think is directly tied to the tendency for people to 1. confirm an avian theriotype and 2. feel a prey drive so they 3. immediately say they’re a hawk or eagle as if hawks and eagles are the only birds who hunt.

So, for any bird therians who are questioning and feel as though they’re a predator, here’s a few other birds to at least cross off the list before you land on red-tailed hawk:

Every other kind of hawk. Guys, there are over 200 species of hawk. Many are extremely similar to red-tails in terms of behavior and morphology, but have key differences that you might disregard if you’ve already decided you must be a red-tail because those are the ones you know about.

Owls. If you think you may be a nocturnal animal, you might want to look into owls before hawks. Hawks are strictly diurnal (active during the day). There’s also a few physical differences; smaller beaks, usually shorter tails, different-shaped wings and very different talons being a few.

Falcons. Falcons are actually unrelated to hawks and eagles. They’re more closely related to parrots and passerines like songbirds. Hunting methods often differ; many species of falcons hunt by attacking other birds mid-air. Many other falcons, though, have very similar behavior to hawks. So be thorough.

Fish-catching birds: kingfishers, herons, egrets, ospreys, cormorants, loons, albatrosses, some ducks, pelicans (no I am not kidding). Consider what kinds of prey your hunting urges are directed toward. Take notes on your shifts, especially beak shifts if you have them. Many of these birds have very different beaks than the hooked bill of a hawk. And if you feel a prey drive towards fish, you might want to look into one of these birds.

Insect-catching birds: rollers, swallows, flycatchers, potoos, bluebirds, warblers, wrens, swifts, waxwings. Again, think about what kinds of animals you feel urged to hunt, and the way you want to hunt them. Most of these birds fly after insects in the air and catch them mid-air. A lot of these birds are smaller, too, so that’s something to pay attention to shifts for. Don’t disregard these birds just because they aren’t as cool or bugs are icky.

Skuas. I’d put them in the fish-catching category but they also prey on terrestrial animals, steal eggs, and scavenge. They’re carnivores but will take any meat they can get.

Shrikes. Also a smaller bird, but I personally think these guys are pretty cool. If “impales smaller animals on thorns to save them for later” strikes a chord with you, maybe look into shrikes. Brutal, isn’t it?

This post is mainly for questioning bird therians who feel a prey drive, but if you’re questioning hawk just on the basis that you know you’re a carnivore, consider: vultures. I know, I know, ugly creepy birds who eat dead things. Well, I might be biased, but imo vultures are some seriously cool animals. I get the aversion though; I have a theriotype I didn’t consider at first because I had no beforehand opinion on it. Just because something isn’t your most favorite animal since childhood doesn’t mean you shouldn’t consider it if it matches your shifts.

Now, I am not trying to convince you you’re definitely not a hawk. You very well might be. I just see a lot of bird therians not put a lot of time into questioning and just go with the easiest answer. And I know this happens from personal experience, as someone who used to think he was a red-tail himself (because it was the easiest answer).

As a bird and an ornithology nerd, I’d love to see more care taken with the questioning process - self-analysis can’t hurt, and you’ll definitely learn some cool stuff along the way even if you do confirm you’re a hawk! Remember, the three most important things in questioning: research, introspection, and take your time!

Good luck!

[ordinarydream]

Another Perspective on Daemonism and Alterhumanity

So there’s been some discussion recently on daemonism and alterhumanity, most of it dealing with daemonism’s relation to plurality. For me, I’ve found there’s another way daemonism can be alterhuman, and I wonder if anyone else feels the same. I’m thinking of daemon form as a type of animal identity.

When I first discovered TDF and got into form-finding (gosh, in 2007 I think) I remember one’s form having an incredible prominence, not only to oneself, but also to the community. I remember the discussions on form possessiveness, of wanting to be the only panda/buffalo/iguana/etc on the forum, because anything else felt like an infringement on one’s identity and place in the community. Similarly, I remember the concept of form pride, in which people took particular pride in having say, a parrot daemon and being a parrot person. Indeed, the language around identifying one’s form was different then too: if your form was a parrot, it was common to call yourself a “parrot-soul” (and of course, the same applies to lions, dogs, and any other animal).

What I’m trying to get at here is that there was a strong culture of daemon-form-as-identity. And this was the culture that I came into when I started form-finding. When I finally did settle on a fitting form (smooth coated otter), I adopted otter into my self-concept. I felt I was an otter, in a symbolic and metaphorical sense. Otter was more than just symbol in a personality typing system, otter was an identity in itself. And based off what I read from so many other daemians back in the day, I don’t think that experience was uncommon.

Nowadays I can’t fully vouch for what daemon-form-as-identity is like in the community. I don’t keep up with TDF nearly as much as I used to. But from what I have seen, it seems like things have changed some? It seems like a lot of the passions towards the phenomenon have cooled.

Anyway, I’d love to see more discussion on daemon-form-as-identity because I find it’s a really interesting example of animal identity. Both a daemian and a therian can identify as a fox and have it be central to their identity, but it means something completely different. I’m not sure how many daemians still identify strongly with/as their form/s. But do I think that kind of identification can be an alterhuman experience.

[gale-ravenkin]

So, i’m very new to tumblr and i set my icon to a black parrot as a joke, but now i don’t feel that comfortable with it since i’m a raven therian and tumblr doesn’t seem to be letting me change my icon? and now i’m stuck with this, heck

(Also, quickly going to mention that if anyone sends me photos of ravens i’ll always be very appreciative, thank you very much <3)

Edit: my girlfriend helped my dumbass fix it!!

[doffykin]

Inbox check?

sure thing, anon! here’s everything i have at the moment;

reply icons (quotes) for pox, with the same aesthetic as the previous pox request.

kin recommendations, with some of the highest kins being nene yashiro, louie duck and mirabel madrigal.

layout for tengen uzui, in monochrome.

layout for pickle inspector (cc), with themes of space, stars and galaxies in white.

care kit for a rabbit death deity, with black, dark purple, darker punk themes, items like rings, and 70-80s greaser apparel.

pronouns for a red panda therian, excluding options relating to the name itself (i,e; re/red/redself and pan/panda/pandaself).

pendulum for kinning 💚, ☁️, 🌹 or 🤡.

pendulum for kinning bloodswap eridan.

fashion kit for a saint lucian parrot, with summer wear, a kidcore theme, from macys and old navy, and without jeans, tights, form fitting clothes, and earrings.

stimboard for a lonely wizard, with no food or hands.

fashion kit for ace (gorillaz and ppg), with an affordable but fancy play-boyish theme.

(same ask as above) fashion kit for 2-d, with a comfy summer theme.

pendulum for being fictionkin with m and s.

pendulum for being an irl of 💭.

pendulum for kinning frisk or chara.

moodboard for shuichi, with themes of missing kaito and kaede, sunsets and dazecore, in blue colors.

reply icons for shiny genesect, with a lovecore theme.

pendulum for kinning 🕷️ or ✨.

pendulum for kinning sara from your turn to die.

moodboard for scp-049, with no specific themes.

stimboard for snufkin (90s series), with a general outdoors/nature theme, in dark green, and no bugs.

pendulum for being near from death note.

pendulum for kinning chara, x-tale chara, or frisk.

annd that’s everything! my inbox sure fills up fast, huh? i’ll be keeping requests open, as i’m heading to bed; and i’ll close them in the morning. so feel free to send, or re-send, anything while they’re open!

thank you for checking in!

[20thcentury-kylo]

Tides Of Memory Chapter 2

Surprise!! Wanted to have this up yesterday but things sorta got out of hand, and tbh after this I'll be kind of busy so I atleast wanted to finish this one- anywho Enjoy

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A wild flower hill overlooks the calm sea at dusk. The sky’s color fades into a midnight blue as the moon and stars peak from the clouds. Ebisu sits among the wild life- Guitar in hand as he hums a simple tune.

“Just breathe… just breathe- it’ll all be fine~” Soft strums from the instrument follow in simplistic patterns. As he gazes up to the stars above he feels no words could better fit the moment. Amongst the chaos of interstellar wars and the literal end of the world- a scene like this- it’s peace.. He could believe that it would all be fine. Kiome had already gone back- most likely to keep Ebisu from seeing him break down completely, but Ebisu knew.. He could feel it in his soul- the scared tremors, the subtle shaking in his hands. The rose haired musician swore he’d be strong for the both of them, he wouldn't make Kiome face this alone, he didn't have to be alone, not anymore.

“Maybe it's the question.. Maybe it's the answer~”

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The quaking roars were gone, but Kiome was nowhere to be found. He promised to stay away but as Ebisu runs through the ravaged battlefield the only thought coursing through his mind is finding the chubby swordsman.

“Kiome!!” He pleads out their name gaining no response. With every step he takes, dread seems to fill him more and more.

“Just breathe.. It'll all be fine~”

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The blood won't stop pooling between his hands, the tears in his eyes won't either. In the midst of it all he somehow finds the strength to laugh.. How unfair it all was. His beloved laid there dying in his arms and yet here Kiome was… singing to him. How unfair the world could be. The last thing he sees before the light envelopes them is the pained smile on his face, as he whispers it one last time

“Darling… i love you~”

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Ebisu is a 17 year old boy living in the Nakano ward in Tokyo with his adoptive guardian. He loves tales of the sea, of lost treasure and one day hopes to venture out there on his own, to maybe find his own lost fortune. Ebisu has the strangest dreams filled with even stranger people, and fleeting whispers of feelings that leave dull aches in his heart.. The words always echo in his mind and he can't seem to explain the tears in his eyes as he wakes. It was all so… confusing, and yet when their eyes met… when their eyes met suddenly the distant haze seemed to be clearing.

They're such a soft shade of amber- so warm so… familiar. The feeling that follows is so intense that he can't stop the stream of tears that follow soon after. The boy in front of him winces- bringing a hand to graze his forehead, yet never breaks eye contact.

“I-i’m sorry, are ya okay?” Ebisu tries his best to compose himself- stifling the tears long enough to pick himself up off the ground.

“Dont worry ive been through worse.” whatever was ailing him seems to have subsided and yet- they stay there, gazing at one another in a tense silence. The boy eventually begins to speak when he’s caught off by a shout from the distance.

“Hey! That creep snatched My wallet!” The cries of a knocked down pedestrian follow as the therian sprints away. Instinctively Ebisu checks his pockets to find his own wallet missing.

“That little sneak-” The fisherman prepares to apprehend the transient- brandishing his signature fishing rod and hook. Yet before he can even start the backswing- the stranger he’d just met is already dashing towards the thief.

“Oh no ya dont!!” Before Ebisu can blink the apparent swordsman is already flying at the transient- his still sheathed sword arced forwards. The encounter is over in seconds with the captured therian pleading apologies as he scurried off. He’d been so stunned at the boy's ability that he hadn’t noticed the small faded blue wallet being shoved in this direction.

“You dropped this..” Their hands brush slightly as he takes the wallet- and Ebisu’s mind fixates on the fleeting warmth. He wants to thank him sincerely, yet the blush flooding his cheeks keeps his eyes averted choosing instead to focus on his newly re-acquired wallet.

“I um- I never got your name~” Ebisu manages to stutter out- still refusing to meet eyes with the mysterious swordsman.

“HEY!!” The recognized shouts of none other than Nankano’s resident viral sensation, Benten. She practically flies at them, her phone camera trained on the chubby swordsman.

“Kiome! Didn’t expect to see you ‘round here, especially pulling off moves like that~” In the midst of her excited rambling he hears the name…

“Kiome…” It’s almost scary how naturally the name rolls off his tongue. Ebisu finds himself unable to control the smile that sneaks its way onto his face.

“Ebisu- you manage to find anyone for your little adventure, I’m still rarin to go of course~” The sudden reminder of his previous endeavor has him more embarrassed than he honestly should be.

“Ebisu huh.. Well If it's adventurers you need- you’ve just found the right guy.” Kiome expresses with a subtle wink. The nervous giggle that erupts from the rose haired boy resembles more of a shy highschool girl rather than a trained fisherman. Ebisu escorts the 3 of them back to the restaurant he helps run. For once he was thankful for Benten’s presence, having her between them with her excited chatter was perfect for keeping him distracted. Even so he couldn't help but sneak a passing glance at the chubby swordsman when he got the chance.

They sit down discussing the plans over some tea, and while Ebisu, and Benten fall into their usual banter- Kiome is reminded of the warnings his friends gave earlier

“Yeah, I've been hearing a lot of those recently as well, though in the end- it doesn’t change what we hafta do.” Benten’s proud declaration earning a chuckle.

“Actually, I looked into those before- judging from the location of where these pirate ships were being sunk, it’s most likely they were confronted with mermaids; the Daughters of The Waves-” Ebisu informs them. From what he’d gathered- the mermaids were likely guarding the treasure. As he keeps explaining- Kiome gets that same unsettling feeling from before- this wouldn’t be some light adventure… This was serious. By the time they’d finished the three of them settled on a plan; Benten was in charge of finding a crew- people strong enough to stand against the apparent threat that awaited them, a crew that now included Kiome, and Ebisu would handle getting the ship, supplies, and salvage equipment ready which from the sounds of it- he was already on top of. Benten had parted ways at the shop's entrance, eager to begin her search- leaving the two boys alone, Ebisu having offered to walk Kiome back to the station. So as they strolled side by side- Ebisu decides to break the silence.

“Y’know this may sound weird but- I have the strangest feeling… that we’ve met before, somewhere.” His words cause Kiome to turn with a pondering expression, he had no memories of a past life, but somehow he held the same feeling.

“It’s weird but… I know what you mean~” From there they fall into light conversation, a simple game of 20 questions passes between them yet both still held the strange possibility in the back of their minds. Before they knew it the train's electronic whistle was heard from afar.

“Guess the fun's over for now huh~” Kiome’s words followed by a breathless sigh.

“Yeah heheh , i guess so..” The pearl eyed boy parrots back. Kiome turns to him, suddenly unsure of what to do. A hug?, just a handshake? To keep himself from dallying he settled on the latter, extending a hand out to his escort.

“Nice meetin’ ya-' ' Ebisu stares a bit in awe at his hand for a moment before slowly reaching back with a hand of his own. Their hands meet in a subtle shake, it's the first real contact they've had, and Kiome can't help but notice how soft Ebisu's hand is. There’s a whisper of a feeling, warm, and nostalgic- the two seemingly lose themselves in it for the moment. It lingers even as they let go, and with sheepish smiles and stuttered goodbyes the two part ways.

In the clear star filled night- the haze further clears on their memories. Ebisu finds himself unable to find easy rest, finding comfort among the midnight sky. As he sits illuminated by the moon- lost in thought, something long forgotten seems to return to him. He has no idea what it means but the prospect has him anxious and excited to find out

‘I wonder what it looks like’ He muses in his thoughts. Gazing up at the moon's glow.

“San Diego~”