#spoiled chicken

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

do you think that actual pigeons get like uncanny valley from the robot ones

They probably do but don't give a fuck

Pigeons are not solitary animals, existing within a set "flock" where there is (like many communal bird species) a "pecking order" or hierarchy. For Pigeons in research thus far the hierarchy seems to be limited to navigational decisions with one or a select few at the "head"

Heads are actually heavily theorized to be dependant on size, where heads are more likely than not to be larger (makes sense for if you're that big, you're good enough at survival to maintain that size)

Gotham Pigeon Packs?? A lot of the "integrated" pigeons are deemed navigational leaders due to their programming alarming accuracy.

AKA- Pigeons are smart enough to go "This ones weird as FUCK-" but also "Karen knows where the good food is and sometimes leads us safely away from shoot outs, so yeah she's chill"

(Of course you run into the early issues of pigeons following Tims spy birds into active combat scenes, so a lot of his birds are "retired" and work purely as moving spy cameras around the city- but otherwise live completely normal pigeony lifes)

[vixen525]

I made an origami rooster to give my neighbor. Whose chickens and roosters I take care of when she goes on a trip.

In other news they absolutely refused to go out into their yard (predator proof enclosure) when it was really cold. So yeah, half their scratch was left inside so they didn’t have to.

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

WIP Wednesday

It’s less WIP and more “complete but it doesn’t have a title yet and I’m nervous about posting it” so I’m posting a snippet to help me get over those fears!

It’s Soren x Corvus from The Dragon Prince.

Inspired by that S7 picture.

…

“Hey, uh, Corvus? You okay back there?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Are you sure? Did you forget to tell me you’re afraid of heights? Or flying?”

“Definitely not afraid of heights -“ Soren nodded, thinking of Corvus’s love of trees “- and I’m not the biggest fan of flying, but… it’s gotten better. I especially feel safe with you at the helm. Again, why?”

“Well… we’ve been flying for a bit now and you’re holding on as tightly as you were when we were taking off,” Soren chuckled.

Corvus had been hugging him close since they hopped on their Twin-Tailed Inferno-Tooth Tiger. At first he’d assumed it was due to their take off and not wanting to fall off. It was both of their first time riding this type of flying animal, after all. But it had been a solid ten minutes of easy flight, and Soren still felt Corvus’s arms grasping at his middle.

[makenna-made-this]

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[moliathh]

(P.1)

[Reversed AU] - P.2

Hellsing (family) portraits.

it might not be visible in this but integra and alucard both wear red ribbons as hair tie

seras eyes’ colours are corresponding to alucard and integra’s eyes colours, they are on the right side and left side of seras, the angel and the devil on her shoulder

Because she is a nephilim, not a fully transformed angel, seras can only open one wing on her right side

Integra dressed as a nun of the church to avoid uncovering the existence of supernatural force to humans. She have human disguise to avoid hurting humans because her angel form is incomprehensible to humans.

The design of the Iscariots are not finished yet, but here’s yumikel. In this AU, enrico is an occultist and he’s the only human in the Iscariot team. Yumie is the “released restriction 0” form of yumiko.

yumiko have two coloured gloves, the black gloves represent yumie is the hand shes using for wielding the katana

another thing about heinkel as a werewolf, she cannot take full control over her werewolf form when she’s too excited, and her ears and tail often slip out when she is near yumi (both yumiko and yumie)

werewolf heal faster than human but is not regenerating like vampire so heinkel still have scars and most prominent is the scar on the sides of her face because she rip the skin there open everytime she shift halfway.

[zhuhongs]

I have a feeling I’m going to get ratio’d on my own poll given that tumblr consists of like. mostly white people but anyways! 

ALSO PLEASE ADD YOUR ETHNICITY IF U RB

[battle-subway-aftershow]

the nefarious roast chicken

[lctibule]

speaking of shipping and genji....... godddddd do i miss my cass/genji shit. ....not enough to actually venture back into the fandom and rpc, but like. damn. i will never understand how cass/hanzo is/was more popular

[not-poignant]

Hey there!

I just wanted to say I re read UTB and it's inspiring and so so so very good! It's a rollercoaster ride and I get so excited every time I see an update come through in my emails :)

I wanted to ask a question about Gwyn. I had a good scroll and couldn't see that it was asked before but it might already have been asked, so I am sorry if this is a repeat and feel free to ignore it if it is!

What would have happened if Gwyn wasn't born a Peak Alpha? Would Crielle have seen it as some kind of failing that a Peak Alpha lineage hadnt been achieved?

I also had a question about Efnisien and Crielle.

Would there ever be a scenario where Crielle would have raised Efnisien as a "high society Omega" (which I can imagine would have been its own level of hell) if she didn't go down the experimentation path or would he have been disposed of?

Thank you for all your writing!

So, in a way if Gwyn hadn't been born a peak alpha...if he wouldn't have been killed, he would have had an upbringing that echoed all his other abusive upbringings with Crielle.

I've been asked for like 10 years 'what would happen if Crielle loved her son / got the son she always wanted' - and so Underline the Black is the answer to that. We get a villain. So if you want the opposite of that, it's all my other stories about Gwyn, y'know? He gets abused, he gets tortured, he gets dismissed, he gets beat on, he gets tormented, he meets Augus (or Ash, or both of them) etc. etc.

Crielle loving Gwyn is the answer to the original question: What would happen if Crielle ended up loving her son? What if he'd been born the way she wanted him to be born?

The question you're asking is in a weird way, answered in every single fic before that. The fics that led to that question being asked in the first place. :D You can read the original Fae Tales series if you want to know what happens if Gwyn hadn't been born Seelie a peak alpha

Would there ever be a scenario where Crielle would have raised Efnisien as a "high society Omega" (which I can imagine would have been its own level of hell) if she didn't go down the experimentation path or would he have been disposed of?

For me, no. For other people sure!

But for me...not without completely remaking Crielle's character. It's pretty fundamental to her to be kind of an intensely intelligent and malevolent scientist in the background of her caring about high society.

Ultimately Efnisien got to live because she saw a use for him. If she didn't see a use for him, I can't imagine why she'd want to raise him as a high society omega, honestly. That takes effort and money, and she's consolidated enough in her power, finances and legacy that she doesn't feel the need to create a cash cow to sell off to create a connection to another family.

I think he would be disposed of. I honestly think she will still try to dispose of him. Efnisien being wrong about this in Underline the Black is like...the right thing to be worried about. She's not done with him. And the ultimate end-game for her is getting rid of him now that he's lose his use to her.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

A Feathery Encounter (Dad Squad)

The stables were by far Rusl's favorite part of Abel's world... at least the ones that were somewhat functional. It gave him a little piece of home, though it made his heart ache because oh how Link would adore these places.

Rusl found his heart heavy once more, riddled with worry for his boy. He tried to push past it as best as possible. Link was a strong young man, and though Rusl was absolutely doing everything in his power to find him, he had to remind himself that Link was a capable fighter on his own as well.

But if those Yiga hurt a hair on his head... or pelt...

"A what?"

Rusl turned as he listened to the gossip of the few travelers in the area. Most of Abel's Hyrule was fairly desolate, but this one stable was known to be the most visited in the entire country. They'd headed here in the hopes of getting some intel since it would be a haven for people from all over Hyrule, each of whom might have some different information for them.

"I'm telling you, it's true!" the other person said to her companion. "The cucco actually spoke! The rumors were true! This was so worth the journey."

Rusl furrowed his brow. A talking cucco? What?

"I need to go talk to it too!" her companion announced excitedly. "I hear its prophecies are always true!"

A prophetic talking cucco??

Rusl watched the pair rush up a hill, tracing their path towards a large tree. A distinct clucking emitted from just in front of it, though the small crowd gathered there made the cucco impossible to see.

Well. It certainly wasn't the strangest thing that Rusl had encountered. The Ordonian headed to the other side of the stable where Abel and Fierce were quietly eating some food Rusl had forced into their hands. It was already apparent that Abel was quickly slipping into an exhausted and food-driven nap, barely able to hold himself up. Rusl really wanted to let his friend sleep, but this phenomenon required investigating. It could potentially give them a lead, assuming it was true.

"Have you heard of a clairvoyant cucco?" Rusl asked.

Abel froze mid bite and stared at him, brow furrowing in a manner that quite clearly said what the actual hell did you just say.

He supposed he hadn't heard of it, then.

"Is it your golden cucco?" Fierce questioned curiously.

Rusl laughed. "Oh, no, she isn't clairvoyant, just strong as an Ordonian goat."

Abel remained motionless as if he were still trying to process Rusl's first statement.

"The folk here are talking about it," Rusl explained before his friend's mind shorted out. "They say there's a cucco that can talk and tell prophecy. Everyone's flocking here for answers."

The joke immediately went over the deity's head, as predicted, but it at least spurred Abel to unfreeze. The former knight straightened instead, lowering his food to his bowl, though the look of utter bemusement hadn't faded.

"Perhaps it can guide us in finding the yoga performers," Fierce suggested, rising.

"They're not--never mind," Abel tried to say before sighing heavily.

Rusl was going to offer to investigate the matter himself; he simply wanted them to be informed. Nevertheless, both Fierce and Abel followed him to the hill where people had gathered. The warrior god clearly didn't understand the concept of a line and walked by everyone, and though some threw him annoyed looks, no one dared speak to the massive otherworldly man. Rusl gave an apologetic smile as he followed him, while Abel had the look of a man who would prefer the sweet embrace of death over investigating a talking cucco.

"Why don't you try to get some sleep?" Rusl offered to his friend.

"Oh no," Abel replied dully. "I have to see this."

The clucking grew ever louder until Rusl saw Fierce approach the seemingly normal-looking cucco. The bird watched him a moment before flapping its feathers excitedly.

"Thou hast come," came a strange voice from the cucco, though its beak didn't quite move in sync.

Rusl and Abel stared.

"It does talk," Rusl commented aloud in wonder. "Ha! Maybe it can help us, after all."

"This doesn't... this is..." Abel muttered, clearly trying to wrap his mind around the situation.

Rusl laughed, patting him on the back. "The world is filled with far more strange wonders than you can imagine, friend."

Fierce cocked his head to the side. "You carry a strange magic to you, feathered one."

"I am a sage of prophecy," the cucco answered. "Thou must comprehend that I can give thee what thou seekest."

This cucco kind of spoke like the light spirits. Rusl stepped forward hopefully. "Do you protect this land?"

"I do," the cucco replied.

"I'd love to see it fight a guardian," Abel grumbled.

"Thou seekest... a Hero," the cucco said slowly, immediately garnering the men's attention.

"Yes!" Rusl immediately confirmed. "Do you know where they are?"

"For thou to gain such knowledge, thou must complete trials," the cucco pronounced gravely. "Dost thou wish to continue?"

"Speak," Fierce commanded, crossing his arms.

"The first trial... is to feed all the horses in the allotted time."

The men stared. That... was a trial? What?

Rusl glanced at the stable and back at the cucco. He supposed, sage or not, the little feathered creature was just a cucco. Its priorities would likely be different than his own. Not that he didn't mind feeding horses, but... that was supposed to be a trial?

"Prepare thyself."

Rusl turned as the cucco gave them their time limit and counted down. As he quickly made his way back to the stable, he saw that Abel remained behind while Fierce accompanied the blacksmith.

"What sort of trial is this?" Fierce thought aloud. "It tests very little of our abilities."

Rusl shrugged. "I suppose its intelligence only stretches... so... far..."

Honestly, the more he thought about it, the less sense it made. The light spirits were no fools, after all. Nevertheless, they completed the trial quickly enough, though Fierce's offering to 'gather all the horses together to feed them faster' was quickly shot down as Rusl did not want to watch the strange man haul horses singlehandedly into the air to pile them together.

When the pair returned to the cucco, Abel was waiting with his arms crossed, and he cut them off.

"I know what's going on," he hissed quietly. "This is a Yiga trick."

"You think everything is a Yiga trick," Rusl pointed out. "I'll admit this is odd, but it's at least worth inspecting."

"Yoga performers do not have this magic," Fierce assured him.

"They're not--" Abel cut himself off, frustrated. "You know what, just watch."

Storming over to the cucco, Abel glared at it. "Oh great sage, I have a question for you."

The cucco clucked noncommittally.

"Do you like bananas?"

"Oh! I adore bananas!" the cucco immediately answered, its voice pitching in excitement. "They are the most blessed of all food!"

Abel looked pointedly at the pair.

"That... what?" Rusl stared at Abel, confused. Sure, a cucco liking some food he'd never heard of was different, but what in the world was Abel getting at?

"What do you mean what?!" Abel snapped, gesturing irritably at the innocent bird. "Don't you understand?!"

"We have completed the task," Fierce said instead, looking at the cucco as he gently plucked Abel out of the way, making the man hiss expletives his way and flail helplessly in the air, held in place by the back of his tunic. "Give us the information we seek."

"Oh, that's it!" Abel finally yelled, pulling out a bow and arrow.

Rusl yelled at his friend, trying to stop him from slaying a harmless cucco, but he loosed the arrow just as Fierce jerked him away. The knight really was erratic, attacking people (and now animals) at random. Thankfully, the deity's quick motion prevented the arrow from hitting its mark, but the bird jumped nonetheless.

And then vanished in a puff of smoke and red paper.

Rusl finally felt his patience growing thin. "Could you not attack everyone who isn't us?!"

"It's Yiga!" Abel snapped. "Now put me down, dammit!"

A laugh rung through the air, setting Rusl on edge, and immediately four people dressed in red--

Dressed in red. Like the attackers from before.

Fierce immediately dropped Abel as the knight drew his sword, and Rusl followed suit quickly. They dispatched the attackers swiftly, who left behind ruppees and yellow fruit in their wake.

"Those... weren't the performers from Clock Town," Fierce finally said.

"That's because they're not yoga performers." Abel said exasperatedly as he picked up the treasure. "They're Yiga traitors, and they're the ones who took my son."

"They're on to us, then," Rusl figured. Staring at the yellow fruit, he asked hesitantly, "Are those bananas?"

Abel shot him a flat look. "Yes. They are. Glad you have your priorities straight. The good thing about this is that it means we're close. They usually travel alone if they're venturing far from their base."

Fierce glanced off into the distance. "Then we should keep moving before their leaders notice their absence."

Rusl nodded in agreement, glancing a little worriedly at where the cucco had been. He had no idea how they could disguise themselves as such an animal, so he hoped they weren't actually abusing a cucco to use it as bait. When he saw no animal in sight, he figured it did indeed have to be some sort of magic disguise, and he sighed.

This place was stranger than he thought. Perhaps Abel's paranoia was... somewhat warranted. But at least now they had a lead.

I'm coming, Link.

[chantillyxlacey]

Tomorrow it will be 10 years exactly since dad died

What do you even do with that

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

pigeon owner friend has approved, so i will trade you pigeon pics for wisp ref images. these are the two pigeons i will be using. their names are rose and bowie. bowie is the darker brown pigeon and rose is the lighter brown pigeon. they are both very beloved.

OH MY GOODNESS TELL YOUR FRIEND I LOVE THEM

Rose and Bowie oh darlings they are precious (are they peak crest's???) They look very much loved and are both such gorgeous birds

Wisp is a very "Basic" pigeon (but for my bird obsessed ass who never lived in the city, these babies are so pretty-) She was built to "blend in" with the feral birds but still has some features that Tim can recognize from a far.

The main thing being her wings that are speckled in a dark blueish grey coloration and a lil white on her neck. Of course shes completely up to interpretation- this is just how I imagine her for the most part :)

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due to recent events

[makenna-made-this]

Finally got all by BAWKtober designs up on my redbubble! If you're interested in supporting me and my feather babies (My chickens would be so flattered if you got merch of them >/////<), or are looking to get into the october spirit early, consider checking them out! Prints of mine will also be available soon on INPRNT once I set up a shop~

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[majorproblems77]

A thought occurred to me.

Sky is a knight. He trains every day. He slep a lot, but he trains every day.

And he went toe to toe with Demise, after slapping his sleepwalking bum down like three times.

My point of this. He a strong boi. Which tells me he’s as ripped and strong as Twilight?

Is Blorbo ripped under his clothes and the game just denied us seeing?

OOOHHH a good question, and While I do have a take on this I've gotta be careful how I word it to avoid spoilers. You got me researching things, (And mass comparisons cause I live in kilograms but I know my American friends don't. So I've got both! :D)

So, Here we go :D

Sky is strong, he's very strong, but he's not as ripped as say Twi. He's lived at high altitudes his whole life and trains on the daily, eats pumpkins on the regular alongside what I can only assume is actually quite a healthy lifestyle. But I wouldn't say he's on Twi's level. Twilight is by a long shot the strongest of the links.

He's not a ranch hand like Twilight or say Time. He's not lifting masses of weights on the daily. He's training with a sword that's actually pretty light in comparison.

I did research for this

So taking the master sword as a Longsword blade, from my rough research into the blade. And assuming that Sky always trained with a Longsword. (I don't know about the goddess blade, but I'm working on the master sword dimensions.)

An average longsword weighs approx 1.5kg, (3.3 pounds) - or about a bag and a half of sugar. Which would be heavy, to begin with, but if you lifted that same weight for years without changing it, it would become really easy to lift. Like how if you lift your work or school bag all year it's easy to lift after a while.

After a while it's second nature, it just becomes an extension of yourself.

Sound like anyone? Who can swing a sword like it's nothing??

Whereas in comparison, Twilight works as a wrangler. He wrangles goats. Goats are a little heavier than that. Lets say about (65 - 100kg (between 140 - 220 pounds). Using the midpoint at about 80kg, or 176 pounds. (Or in terms of bags of sugar, 65 - 100 bags) As i couldn't find any information about Ordonian goats but did find information about goats. LOTS OF GOATS

Goats are just heavier. By a bunch.

Man I rambled a tad there

Basically, No, Sky isn't ripped. He's just got one hell of an adrenaline rush. You could even say he was fuelled by spite and hate, the determination to save Zelda and destroy the guy that caused him all the pain in the first place and became superhuman for a while before what I can only assume is crashing so damn hard he slept for several weeks.

But thats all I can say, I don't want to give away spoilers. Spoilers are bad. We ain't here for that.

This was an interesting thing to look into this Friday night, thanks for the ask! :D

[limbuscompanysituations]

Just finished reading the WARP train story and this was one of the most fun events so far for me. There's so much going on... but so much character growth...