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Stimboard for either the three-wattled bellbird, white bellbird, bare-throated bellbird or the bearded bellbird?
It's up! Let me know if you'd like anything switched around :D
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hey in ur peri animatic: (https://youtu.be/OCqlRuDaXYU?si=K52WDu_vw9rg7chz) that I have been permanently obsessed over since today and have watched about 20 times by now so much that I have drawn & posted stuff based on it what was that partial bug form peri had?
I haven’t watched either of the show btw so if it’s explained in the show please tell me plsssss
OK, SO the bug thing is not technically canon to the series. It's based on my own headcanons for fairy biology, but i do have justifications for it!! Fairies have very strong shape-shifting abilities, so it would make sense that the form they show to humans isn't necessarily their true form(not to mention extreme that mimicry is very common in insects). And you want to know the visible traits almost every fairy has in common? Being very small with Insect-like wings.
The fact that their humanoid form isn't their true form in actually confirmed in the show! Cosmo and Wanda are revealed to look like biblically accurate pseudo-angels in the museum episode. (I say pseudo angels because the Flaming Sword of Eden is only debatably sentient and I don't think is considered an angel. Ophanim are also debatably not angels because they don't have wings (sorry for the angel tangent I like angels))
So wouldn't their true forms be angelic then? Well, yes. But I like bugs so. Also I have more headcanons to justify myself. I like to think that they have both a true-true form (incomprehensible to the human brain, probably exists mostly in a dimension invisible to us, that looks how we imagine biblically accurate angels), and a fairy form (which is visible to humans but is naturally very insect like and tends to scare people). So, in order to interact with humans, they have to learn to shapeshift into a humanoid form but will occasionally slip if they get too relaxed/aren't careful, hence the mandibles coming out when he yawns!
The reason they struggle so much more with human forms than the animals or objects they typically turn into is that, well, they aren't trying to convince those animals or objects. The more human they try to look, the harder it is to keep up convincingly. If you turn into a really uncanny squirrel, only other squirrels will notice. If you turn into a really uncanny human, they form a lynch mob and burn you at the stake.
#fop#fairly oddparents#fairly oddparents a new wish#fop a new wish#headcanons#ok I think I said everything I wanted to#my brain has so many useless thoughts bouncing around in there#their bright colors would also imply that they are poisonous to eat#my personal theory is that Jorgen is half human idk how else to explain whatever he is. tall. no wings. that or he's something else entirel#maybe he's a higher rank of angel#fairies are definitely a type of angel in this world#but they don't seem to line up with any specific rank as far as I can tell#they behave most like I'd expect a Guardian angel to which could make Jorgen an Archangel or Principality#but Ophanims are in the first sphere of heaven which. uh I don't think it's right#to be clear I'm not even religious im just way too into angels#Uhhhh anyway I guess the moral of the story is that I did that just because I wanted to an because nobody could stop me#Actually Im just thinking about this now#I mostly drew baby poof without bug features to keep his design uncluttered visually#but fairies having naturally very human looking larva would explain how changelings happen#something something evolution. mutualism. those parasite birds. idk#ok im out of thoughts now seriously this time youre free now#speculative biology
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I think more people (me) should stop using Ravens and other corvids to act as omen's of death when doing a symbolism and start using Pīwakawaka as omens of the death instead.
You may not like it, but this is what peak death omen looks like.
#I love these little guys!#One of the most common native birds#and he's just a little guy! Surely he won't come into your whāre and signal the death of a loved one!#You'd think of the many native birds here the Morpork would be the death omen being an nocturnal owl that SAYS ITS NAME AS ITS CRY!#If Aotearoa ever gets a pokémon region based on it there are going to be so many new bird 'mons#ghost flying type fantail pokemon#dark type bird chick pokémon that splits into a kakapo or a Kia#Writing#Native birds#Pīwakawaka#fantail
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a mob of emus for an artstyle game on twt! ^_^
#project sekai#emu otori#the usernames are all their public twts so if you use that evil platform check out their art ^_^#many of them are on here with the same users even.. be gone from my sight vile bird#the one on the bottom right is Mine but ive never had an artstyle in my life so it may not be obvious to the viewers. sorry.#pjsk#prsk#proseka#only my beautiful mutuals beautiful art can make me do LINEART#i was going to ask on here but realized i dont have mutuals bc this is a side blog. sniffle. hell on earth#I dont have much to scream in the tags. semester is almost over. Im sleepy. I designed emu a huge seord for an assignment#but the 3d model turned out Bad. it looks ok from the top but you turn it and see Problems.#its been a month or so since i modelled that and i have gotten better so i want to try again with no time crunch + pressure#its a fun looking sword. magical girl sword type shit#EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT THE LITTLE PRINCE WXS STUFF I END UP AWAKE UNTIL 3AM BECAUse it GETS TO ME#WAAAAAAAAAUHGH. I HAVE CLASS IN 11 HOURS#GOODNIGHT. IT WILL BE AS IF ALL THE STARS WERE LAUGHING.#oh my god wait i did this this weekend bc i was like yaay i have a weekend without any assignments due#I just forgot abt one. Bc my email hasnt been working properly and didnt send me the reminder for it. i will spend my tuesdah drawing a gun
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DIVINE LIGHT SEVERED
#Ultrakill#Gabriel Ultrakill#Taking a break from artfight by (squints at writing on hand) drawing?#I know the Act 2 ending cutscene is PHENOMENAL but the Act 1 cutscene gets overlooked.#The description of the light getting ripped from Gabriel >>>>>>>>>>#Unrelated but I've been seeing a LOT of bird Gabriel hcs lately? Which isn't unwelcome just have No Idea why there's so many all at once#Robots are kind of birds to me too tbh but yeah I definitely see the Angel = Bird type mentality#Going to draw Gabriel and V1 doing the eagle death spiral next. Half joke.#Open to interpretation whether it's a territorial fighting death spiral or a courtship one. Given the context of the game either is likely.#Hrokkall Art#eyestrain
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Greek Sphinx, the 236th Known One.
#sphinx#there are so so many types of sphinx omg#mythology#Greece#ancient greek#human#lion#bird#vulture#beast#monster#chimera#bestiary#creature design#ink#octem 118#944#aqva 4#the Known Ones
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IWTV S2E6 "Like the light god made before he made the world" livethoughts. Spoilers and thoughts as always below the cut
#also its so crazy how this is the most like manic/mean weve seen louis#like now i belive Florence and the knocking down a peg#i think its bv he doesnt have the veneer of dreamstat to keep them thoughts in his head. thoughts fluttering like birds#out of many one voice type shit#i need nothing bad to happen to claudia and ha white girl#rewrite the whoel series dig up anne rice Frankenstein her and fix it just please please please let em go#they aint even bother nobody they aint even in the coven no more!!!!!!!!!! leave em be!!!!!!!#i will say the coven had that shit planned out like they was dropping rico charges#interview with the vampire#iwtv spoilers#iwtv#amc iwtv#interview with the vampire spoilers#iwtv s2#iwtv season 2#i have many thoughts but ill prolly post more later#im going to Bonnaroo so it may be laterer#also imma try and update plan b this week. its been too long#yall fenna get some good food
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y'know, it probably feels weird for the scoundrel to admit, but they feel surprisingly comforted to be back on their ship for a change. they finally have control of the situation, they're finally around people they (vaguely) trust, they- wait a minute hold on what was that line
oh
oh no
oh no the horrors just keep getting worse and worse for them
#i dont think they're gonna be okay after All That. for a While.#fittingly i drew the merry gentleman card immediately after touching shore so there you go lmao#yin-thoughts#fallen london#fallen london spoilers#im weirdly enthralled by this line?? it's weirdly just. really effective#the implication that you've gone through All That over the course of weeks. idk. it's a little nightmare fuel#did you spend it with the mask on or off? does it even matter? do you even know?#ik days and weeks and the like in-universe dont really matter most of the time bc they dont really carry over#like a storylet will say 'over the next few weeks you do x' casually and you just accept that#but like. idk. something about it with the delight Specifically is sticking with me a lot.#how many times did you really go up and down those stairs. how long did you really spend staring into the distance.#how long were those birds screaming in your ears. how long was the naturalist screaming.#it's weirdly effective fringe horror on top of an already very good delightfully gory horror sequence#anyway. in conclusion i don't think the scoundrel is uh. Doing Good.#the delight scared the shit out of them. they arent the type to get scared easily. they were in autopilot fear mode for 99% of it.#they are putting that mask very very very far away on a shelf somewhere and desperately trying to forget it exists forever and ever now.#the end#scoundrelventures
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Sometimes I forget that other people aren't as enthusiastic about bugs as I am, and do not in fact want to see a video of the veritable sea of maggots devouring watermelon rinds in the compost bin
#we have SO MANY LITTLE GUYS!!!#honestly idk what type of larvae they are. they look more like mealworms than typ white maggots#probs just horsefly larvae or somwthing idk#either way tho I'm happy bc that means that we dont have to ever take out the compost (bc its being broken down not filling up)#and more maggots = more spiders birds and possums
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I have an idea for a sort of silly light novel writing project I'll probably never actually write but is fun to just think about
But like. Cultivator set up, wuxia world w a slight blending of different cultivation genres, a guy wakes up in a forest with amnesia. (Wow classic I know)
So the first few chapters he's hearing about all these big famous people who have gone missing over the years, right? And he (along with probably the reader) is like, "Heh. That could be me,,," (smugly)
But the names keep piling on, and he comes to a realization: important and unimportant cultivators alike go missing and lose their memories or whatever else at an alarming rate. He is not special. (Coughs up blood)
He probably runs into other amnesiacs more than once, and I'd have a running theme of like, he keeps bumping into main character coded characters just left and right. There's so much happening in this world, so many stories being told, he's really not special. But also he is bc hes our main character
But just like silly mostly self contained stories told from this guy just wandering around this absoloute cluster fuck of a world, often running head first into really interesting stories that are clearly like in the middle of a 5 arc novel their own
It'd probably gain a real central narrative along the way like all things inevitably do (the mystery of how he lost his memories and the fall out of what happens when he learns the truth) but for now I have fun just thinking ab his dumb adventures
As for the character himself, hes is like, obnoxiously laid back. SUPER chill, takes everything with a sigh and a smile, very lazy, takes a lot of shortcuts and goes "Ah but that's fine, right?" As everything explodes around him. If he's alive, then all is well in the world 👍
He'd cause so many problems just because and also probably have absolutely shit luck that gets him into even more problems (my favorite genre of character)
I also have like. A slowly but surley growing list of characters he'd run into like uhh [checks notes] evil lesbian mirror demon and the very angry woman she trapped in a mirror and stole the face and life of (the demon hate sex goes crazy).
And also ofc, "person trapped in a cycle of reincarnation with a curse that no matter how hard they try to be good, they will inevitably cause some great destruction or evil or plague of some kind." And just them very very desperately trying to be good even though they know it's futile
Yay!! Fun stuff
#I have so much more shit for this actually but most of it is just giant spoilers for if I ever decide to write this fr#but like . placing this on the sacrificial alter#I really like what I have lined up for the reason of how he lost his memories actually its really fun#theres also just so many red herrings for what might have happened which is also fun bc it could be *literally anything*#in a world of magic and demons and immortal cultivators there are so many lost prince amnesiacs wandering around#who's to say if our mc is one or not#or if hes even important at all honestly#he wants to be someone cool sooo bad its a running joke#every time he hears ab some ancient cultivator or royalty or doctor who went missing he kinda perks up like#ooohhh what if thats me :DD#never is#someone gets hurt and hes going “oh let me!! Maybe I was a doctor! This is the perfect time to see if the muscle memory kicks in :)”#the muscle memory does not kick in.#he probably gets scammed more than once by people claiming to know/have known him#like think those “hi its ur friend from highschool/ur distant uncle and I need to borrow money” type scams#but every time he has to stop and go “oh shit fr??” bc what if .#birds rambles#birds ocs#birds writing#writing#amnesiac fox#lore#wuxia
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First of all, you have given me so much to work with, thank you so much. Second of all, I’m really glad you could see where I was going with Grant’s real test not actually being about killing Slade. Third of all, I absolutely love what you’ve suggested with the powers and I am currently designing met gala esque outfits for the trio and Tara’s specifically is really fun to play around with. I’ve been thinking to show they’re becoming more divine I’ll change their hair and eye colours but not their faces for the most part. I was drawing robin Jason with Natalia and decided he should have brown eyes and a crooked nose from breaking it as a kid but once he returns his eyes get weird (eg go blue and occasionally other colours), a patch of his hair went white and he lost all of his scars. Also, I think the closer they get to divinity I’m gonna draw cracks on their body that glow with their specific colours just to hammer home how they’re shedding their mortal forms.
With Tara being able to see the strings of fate, I though it’d be fun to give her a harp and then with Jason having the see no evil trait I thought it’d be fun to give him weighing scales since lady justice wears a blindfold. Idk what to give Grant though. I mean probably a weapon of some sort or maybe a Shepard’s crook that he can turn into a scythe to play into the sheep, wolf, Hunter thing.
With Jason and Tara’s splintering, I love the idea of them making fun of Grant for being the baby god. He hasn’t even had a cult yet, gosh he’s so young. Also them being besties just holds a special place in my heart.
And I just came up with this, of course they have parallels to the trinity but in universe rumours of their existence have been around much longer than Bruce, Clark and Diana. They’re the big three of the justice league but these guys are justice gods. So they start calling themselves the justice trinity but then people get confused about which trinity is which because the justice leagues’ trinity sounds awfully close to the justice gods’ trinity. The new all caste is certainly more distinctive branding but the point isn’t to be distinctive, it’s to be petty.
I'm so glad my unmedicated rambling helped!!! And I'm so excited for the outfits!!! I love when characters start becoming less and less human, when they're stuck in that uncanny valley spot of not quite human but not entirely Other, when they lose control and the cracks start to show...um I should probably give a warning for slight body horror elements. Not in the gore sense, in the "this body is not made of flesh and there is something divine clawing it's way out". Uh also there are teeth. Just. Teeth. I dipped into a little bit of cosmic horror at the end there because I wanted to cover my bases with mixed mythologies
Jason, with his defined splinters, is usually depicted with three faces in ancient texts. The Child, gaunt and dark colored, is said to appear before the downtrodden and impoverished. The few stories remaining tell of kindly people who give him an offering, and in exchange he reveals his true form, with his crown of golden ivy and beautiful strong wings to gift them bounties of food and water and riches. Other stories tell of not so kind encounters, where The Child witnesses an injustice - typically against women or children - and again reveals his true form, one with clawed hands and a mouth dripping with blood. Scholars argue what the wings looked like, but whichever All-Caste member annotated it before has compared their likeness to either a Robin or a Shrike.
There's also The Ghost, He appears young at first glance, but his hair is wirey and gray, his eyes milky and unseeing, in bloodied armor he greets the souls of the damned as they're delivered to him, and with scarred hands he wipes the tears of children taken too soon. Accounts of this face are few and far between, but all of them are entrenched in sorrow.
Finally there is The Soldier, scarred and still smoking from the ruins of battle he emerges, giving voice to the weak and resources to the needy. He champions revolutionaries and philosophers first, a strategist who delights in the liberation of the people from corrupt systems. Accounts of him usually come from times of famine and war, and he was particularly popular with poor villages, who would mark the graves of their dead with the symbol of his sword as offerings. For some reason or other, he got particularly popular with the youth, girls and boys both seemed to pray for him and leave him offerings.
The way these manifest on Jason is subtle at first. I could go the body horror route, but I won't. Yet. Instead I think his splinters show up as reflections, shadows, imprints. The faint echo of bell-like laughter when Jason does a move he learned as Robin, the image of a younger him with longer hair and unblinking eyes staring at him in the mirror. It gets worse when he gets the blades, the white streaks his hair, the swirling mark covers more of his skin every time he uses them, he trails the scent of smoke and blood behind him like a signature. His scars...they should disappear. They have for everyone else who used the pit, but instead his skin starts cracking. Any place he's ever been scarred glowing cracks break up his skin. He can't feel them, but he's always aware of them, the meaning behind them, the divinity literally leaking through his body. His eyes aren't brown anymore. They aren't even green. He looks in the mirror and they are copper, molten and burning. He tries his best to keep his mask on.
What do you think of when you imagine the word divinity? Probably something like Tara. Something with skin carved from stone, with moss and fungus crawling up her legs and snow laden shoulders. They say her hair is made of swirling clouds and the sun and moon are her eyes.
Some say she's a nymph although no one knows what kind. You're just as likely to see her name among the naiads as the dryads. Whether flowers bloom where she dances or waves crash when she sings, she's known to be more vicious towards suitors than her sisters.
Others have said she's a faerie, who takes the faces of lost daughters and lovers, slipping into their places seamlessly, forcing unruly men to pay their dues. Others say she's a shifter of a different sort, with a shawl of feathers and a crown of twine and gems. Stories range from men trying to steal her coat (and paying dearly) to lost children returned safely home on the back of a swan.
Tara doesn't think about it at first, the way gravity tends to cede to her, she doesn't notice how sunflowers turn their faces towards her instead of the sun. She doesn't notice the way her face...shifts. it's imperceptible really, and it's not like she looks in the mirror all that often. But everyone around her notices it, on some level, the way her expressions are off. A little too exaggerated. The way her limbs bend just a little too oddly. The way she never looks quite the same as she did the day before, the way she picks up features from the people around her the way she picks up rocks from ground to add to her collection. Clay molded subtly into the image of those she loves, a museum of everyone she's ever met. She does notice when her hair starts going white at the ends, the strange way her hair starts to curl unnaturally, almost floating. She's not so upset about her eyes, the deep blue of her father that has glared down at her day after day, she has changed her hair, her face, her language but she could not change her eyes. It seems she didn't have to, when she wakes up with one a little too silver to be gray and one a little too gold to be brown. And then her skin starts splitting, a cavern made from a broken rib and ravines made by the slashing of knives. She doesn't even bleed anymore, they never scab over. They crystallize, amber like ambrosia, like ichor. Her body a geode waiting to be cracked open to let the thing within finally break free.
They know the least about Grant, whatever he used to be. Half written scrolls, torn or burnt or simply stopped abruptly, illegible journal entries with symbols never recorded in any known language, half finished sketches where the details are never quite clear. A few things are usually consistent though, signs that he's been there, usually from hunters down on their luck or the particularly old and sickly. First, the howling. Like a wolf or a storm, although later accounts would add that it occasionally sounds like a mechanical whirring. Then the rabbits, dead and gutted, but not a trace of blood. Piles of them left in heaps on doorsteps or windowsills. Some have reported knocking at strange hours or finding teeth in their homes, a mix of human and animal. There is one photo on record, the most recent thing in the archive most likely, of claw marks on the side of a barn, too big and oddly serrated, certainly not from anything native to the area. Elderly that report these phenomena typically pass from heart problems within the week, according to some of the old medical files.
Grant came back wrong. Physically, at least. He knows that he's still himself for the most part, dying didn't make him a selfish asshole he did that all on his own, but...but something is wrong with him. It's the way lightbulbs flicker when he's mad and how cameras, no matter the quality, never quite get a clear shot of him. The way Joey can't ever grasp his features, not fully, the details slipping from his mind like water. The way eyes on his face slide right past, unable to look directly at him. It's in the gray spreading from his roots and his eyes too wide and dark to belong to something human. It's the way death clings to him like a second skin, sickly and pallid turning the tips of his fingers gray. His teeth are starting to feel too sharp for his mouth, and he hears things no one else does, whispers of voices that Are Not and Can't Be. The worst part is the orange, liquid candlelight under his skin, lighting up all of his veins and scars, webbing together like the world's worst game of connect the dots. No, there is no mistaking him for something human, so there is no reason to try. If this is his fate then he will take it, because he is not a sheep and he will not be a wolf, he is a hunter, and he is hungry.
#Jason as a Christ like figure is funny to me#Imagine growing up with a Catholic mother going to church praying for her health#and then you find out your soul predates the mf AND he plagiarized you 😒#that's more sad than funny but you get the picture#I also wanted them all to be represented by prey animals that are actually known for being really aggressive#like birds are typically seen as Docile but Shrikes are vicious assholes#and Swans which are coveted for their grace and beauty but are actually FERAL#it also marks Grant yet again as the odd one out by not giving him a bird#I gave him a rabbit because while I did consider a sheep it didn't work as well#Rabbits aren't dangerous to humans but they are aggressive to each other and won't hesitate if you push them#but they're also very sought after for hunting and as pets#I think Tara should have a very Changeling type vibe#y'know a little bit of fae energy#Grant is very much like a cryptid to me#cryptozoology is pretty new and people are still spreading stories about them#so it feels appropriate for a younger god to be associated with#there's also every chance he DID exist before the recorded records of him#but for some reason or other there's just less of him mentioned#Jason Tara and Grant have always been three after all#So what's obscuring Grant's mythology? fun little mystery 😉#dc#jason todd#tara markov#grant wilson#New All Caste au#also I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to Tara and fancy clothes for her#because she has SO MANY INTERESTING AESTHETICS#I also really like your skin cracking idea so I tried to individualize it a little 😊#Grant's did get kind of body horror though
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cw: a/b/o dynamics, mention of scars from past sa, set in this universe
It’s winter and the windows are closed. The sickly smell of sunshine hitting warm, damp earth that’s ready to give way to something new and green, it’s all Max. Outside, the ground is stone and unforgiving to life.
“Daniel,” Max whimpers, hips rolling languidly in his lap. Everywhere they touch is sweat sodden, Max’s back sticking to Daniel’s chest. He presses a kiss to a patch of acne on his shoulder; sweet imperfection. “Daniel-- please.”
Touching his stomach with one hand, Daniel shifts them so he slides that little bit deeper inside. His fingertips graze the more sinister scars, the angry, sickening red of most having faded long ago to a muted pink, while with others it has only been weeks. Other hand resting over Max’s chest, Daniel lets the rabbit quick beat of his heart underneath his palm soothe him. This way, he tells himself, he’ll know if he does anything wrong.
He used to be confident helping girlfriends, an occasional friend through heats. Kiss, thrust, knot, come. Simplicity. With Max, there’s no room for error and yet so many tight corners it feels impossible not to go wide anyway.
“Baby,” he says, then leans in to kiss the tender spot behind Max’s ear, where he’s so sure nobody else has before. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. It’ll be over soon.”
Max whines, shaking his head as much as he can without forcing Daniel’s mouth away. Still Daniel moves, lips trailing until they’re resting on his neck, over where Max’s scent is thickest. It settles heavily over his tongue, like syrup with all of the gluey sweetness. The air around them is too humid for how cold it must be in every other room of the house, the heating switched off the moment Max’s fever began.
Daniel lets his teeth scrape against this most tender part, testing. Max’s hips stutter, Daniel’s lap gets wetter. He moves the hand on Max’s stomach down, until he’s touching where Max is hard, a different kind of sticky.
It’s freedom to do this, to hold Max in his arms and make him feel good. To show him that not every ache has to hurt. That when love is done right, it is the same thing as safety.
“I love you,” he says to remind Max, to sate the lion prowling in his chest that wants to pick its teeth with Jos’s bones, “all mine, my Maxy.”
Max’s head falls back onto Daniel’s shoulder at the mention of his name, and he’s smiling shyly. The flushed pink of his face the same colour as the first tulips Daniel gave to him, though this wasn’t what he’d been thinking about at the time. The sunlight filtering through the blinds bathes him in gold and Daniel has to have him forever.
Neck straining, Max’s lips reach to kiss Daniel's scent gland in return. To press his face into the place he knows it’s okay to hide. Daniel’s hips keep moving, rolling gently as he starts to swell.
Pain blossoms as Max’s teeth graze the thin skin of Daniel’s neck when he comes, hard enough to make Daniel’s hips jerk. Too rough in a way he promised he’d never be, but Max only whimpers, only pulls his face back a few moments later, and there's a tiny speck of blood covering the freckle on his mouth.
“Please,” he says again, and Daniel bites.
#digging graves for birds#can you believe i have been posting writing on tumblr forever#and only just realised i can make the cw line smaller than the rest of the text#that gif of max typing is legit me with computers lol except i can acc type fast#ANYWAY i hope someone enjoys this!!!!!#max/daniel#fic#cw sa#sorry i can only write really bleak stuff these days#lily write fluff challenge lol#please tell me why i'm writing so many silly nature metaphors too...
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Bitterns are such weird birds: they're fantastic
*hello*
Scuse me *step step step*
HOW DARE
These weirdos made my day: if you're feeling down, go look at some bitterns today :3
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HELP
"I'VE LAID A [hyperlink blocked] TON OF [pipis] AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TODO WITH THEM THEIRS ABOUT 6 OF THEM
I HATE CONSTANTLY LAYING [pipis] NO ONE EVER BUYS THEM! MOST OF THE TIME"
"oh! INCASE YOUR NEW TO THE WAYS OF ME [pipis] ARE EGGS PLEASE BUY THEM FROM [me] I'M SO TEMPTED TO PUT THEM IN A [tornado] JUST TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS AND I DON'T LIKE THINKING LIKE THIS"
#Pokemon#Pokemon Oc#Pokémon#Pkmn irl#Pokeblr#Pokeblogging#Pokeblog#Spamton Gpory Spamgon#Porygon Z#Crossover#Deltarune#spamton g spamton#THIS DUMBASS BIRD LAYS SO MANY EGGS AND HAS NO IDEA HOW TO PARENT#he's such a dumbass that he'd probably think soaking them in radioactive waste would make the Pokemon inside turn into a poison type#he's likely thinking tornado's will make his own eggs into a flying type#- occ
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get Creature'd idiot !!!!
#🐠.png#jim monday#mermaid au#siren au#as in the original type of sirens like . bird people#hes pigeon :)#and also faces so many horrors in this au#he gets better though .... and still gets to have his sappy gay healing with his boyfriend
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Some of these have way more meaning than others some are just vibe based I’m a bird guy I gotta birdify the soul eaters
Maka - Carolina Wren
Soul - Osprey
Black☆Star - Common Kingfisher
Tsubaki - Black Heron
Kid - Black Vulture
Liz - Red Tailed Hawk
Patty - Rough Legged Buzzard
Crona -Kauai o’o’
Ragnarok - Loggerhead Shrike
Medusa - Crested Serpent Eagle
Marie - Buff Orpington Chicken
Spirit - Red Crested Cardinal
Stein - Harpy Eagle
Death - Andean Condor
Justin - Turtle Dove
Giriko - Hoatzin
Eruka - Potoo
Mifune - Snowy Owl
Sid - Ostrich
Hero - Grey Catbird
Asura -Magnificent Frigatebird
Naigus - Groove Billed Aini
Asuza - Western Jackdaw
#soul eater#I’m not tagging everyone there’s too many people here maybe I’ll come back to it later and do it#honorable mentions#kid:collared inca#stein:shoebill stork or bleeding heart dove#asura: adolescent california condor#also important to note I am both a Marie fan and a chicken fan#this is not a diss on Marie I selected the buff Orpington because they’re both a very sweet breed (also orange) and chickens are also tough#obviously#hoatzin for giriko is because the babies chicks have little like dinosaur fingers and also they smell really bad#the kauai o’o for crona is because theyre known for that recording of one singing half of its duet#as the last one of its species and I was like yeah that seems crona-like#crying out for something they’ll never receive#and if you wanna get cute about it maka could learn the other half#speaking of maka wrens are known as the king of birds in some British cultures I believe? so she has a legacy to live up to#black heron for tsubaki besides its color and tallness they make a shadow tk catch fish and i was like yeah rhat seems ninja like and clever#kingfisher for black star is kind of obvious you have king and star type deal plus small and blue#He is a peacock in my beastars au but thats different#hero catbirds are unremarkable and good at mimicry#Justin turtle dove religious symbolism Azusa jackdaws are corvids and therefor clever also they have her piercing eyes#the condor and vulture w kid and his dad are fairly obvious w the death and decay stuff because vultures#ospreys look like awkward teens trying to be cool to me#I almost did a chickadee for soul to match maka being a small bird#harpy eagles eat monkeys so it’s kind of like that dissection of people thing w Stein i guess?#trying to remember all my reasonings is hard I sat on this for a while lol#anywyas hope you guys enjoy#soul eater birds#oh uh frigatebirds being theives and scavengers and attacking other birds I’m sure could be drawn back tk asura somehow like#somehow
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