#white winged magpie

[coppercookie]

My favourite corvids

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 325

Danny, tiny from being physically de-aged more towards his ghost-age for his health, and slightly influenced by the fact that he currently has a tiny concussion, practically beaming at his current sort-of caretaker from the couch-bed: :D (They sort of got a choice in it, and they offered their home for the last few nights anyway!)

Charles “Chuck” Brown, freaking out more than a little bit after he woke up feeling like his back was being melted and decided to take a hot shower: Heey kid, is there a reason I am suddenly sprouting wings?!

[sleepingcatemojis]

Hello!! Could I get flapping wing stim, self hug w/ wings and hugging another with wings? And could they be Eurasian Magpies aswell?

here you go!

[den-of-the-blue-dragon]

jackie

jackie is somewhere on the line between a kirbsona and just a kirby oc

they're a pseudopuff, but they lost their arms in an unfortunate incident when they were young so their wings developed to replace them

they're also an amateur ghost hunter and because of it they have at least five different malevolent ghosts haunting them at once

they're feral too like all pseudopuffs are but they're Even More So

[many-gay-magpies]

the problesm with trying to come up with a single set oc/sona for myself is that i want to be So Many Different Things At Once

[au-where-spn-is-good]

crow coded castiel is good. great, even. i think it’s delightful. he’s a magpie tho. he’s literally a magpie

[gracefireheart]

It's them. Again 💃 Back at it with somewhat different looks :]

(Some notes about them below the keep reading line)

For Tallulah's design, I gave her a cow tail instead, and I changed her fur pattern to be similar to a white-throated magpie-jay. And ofc, her hair is like-- right between black and dark brown in color, which I also put as her eye color :]

Gave her a bag (that has lil' images that represent her family) that I imagine works like Ramona's bag from [specifically] Scott Pilgrim: Takes Off. Where suddenly, Tallulah will just pull out a big fuck-off battle axe <3

Instead of having black hair with pink highlights, I made Chayanne's hair [sandy?] blonde with pink highlights.

As much as I love the duck floatie on his Egg design, it can be a pain to draw. So, while I was doing the lineart (to which I was going to draw the duck floatie as is), I decided to change it into an apron instead.

q!Phil's got some new clothes! Which includes: A cream undershirt, a green samue I took the sleeves off of, two lil' friendship bracelet (one purple and pink that's made by Tallulah, one yellow and pink that's made by Chayanne), and a lil' skull charm chained close to his waist uvu

For q!Phil's avian/elytrian side, I decided to just let him have talon feet 24/7, his wings are ofc fucked up from Enderpookie Enderking, and he was going to have tail feathers, buuut they ended up pretty hidden 'cause of his pose + the pants o(-(

q!Phil may not have chronic pain, but imo, it would still benefit him to use a cane while his wings are fucked up like that. So he's gonna be using a cane in my drawings.

And then we have lil' sleepy q!Missa. He's just in his sleeping garb in this drawing :')

[beenbaanbuun]

jewels w/ song mingi

words - 🤷‍♂️

genre - fluff

warnings - magpie hybrid!mingi, human!reader, pierced!mingi, unpierced!reader, i think that’s it? i don’t actually think there’s many warnings other than that

not proof read

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there’s a bang from the hallway outside your apartment, followed swiftly by the sound of something smashing. “shit,” a deep voice calls out, the frustrated cadence of the word not at all muffled by the four walls of your living space. perhaps it’s testament to how poor the building standards are in your neighbourhood, and it’s definitely testament to how much you’re being overcharged for the cruddy apartment by your neglectful landlord. neither of those issues really seem relevant right now, though. not when your boyfriend has just knocked over the no doubt expensive vase that lives on the cabinet in the corridor. there goes another chunk of your deposit, you think to yourself as you push yourself from the sofa and aim your body in the direction of the front door.

because realistically, although there are no cameras in the hall to catch your mingi’s clumsiness at work, your landlord always seems more than happy to place the blame of any breakages on the precious man. not the dog-hybrid that lives across the hall with the hyperactive tail and penchant for playing catch with himself in the hallway, or the mother of three kids who has about as much control over them as you do the weather. no, it’s never them.

maybe it’s because magpie’s are seen to be thieving little creatures, although mingi has stolen little else other than your underwear from time to time, or maybe it’s just the species’ well documented clumsiness. whatever the reason, your landlady has a vendetta against him, and while she isn’t always right, you’re regretful to admit that this time, she definitely is.

“mingi!” you yell as you make your way to the front door. honestly, you see no point in hiding the perpetrator of this act of mindless clumsiness from your neighbour’s this time; not when he’s already loudly announced himself with his earlier exclamation of surprise. it’s actually rather more freeing than your regular approach of ‘this will never be mentioned again; no one knows it was you.’ this time, at least you have the room to be angry about your deposit slipping away before your eyes.

you tug the door open with a ferocity rarely seen from you, sticking your head into the liminal space to see the damage done. it’s not really a surprise when you see the white haired man standing cluelessly over a pile of broken ceramic, wings timidly tucked behind his back as he stares down at his blunder. a heavy sigh leaves your lips as you desperately try to cool your annoyance. while it might help rid you of the negativity bubbling inside of you, shouting at the poor guy isn’t going to help the situation.

his gaze flicks up as he hears you step into the corridor, the door to the apartment shutting gently behind you. there’s a sheepish frown on his face, the two spiked horseshoes that rest on his bottom lip glinting in the flickering overhead light. maybe your landlady should spend more money replacing lightbulbs than she does decorating with expensive objects that she knows will only be damaged over time. you watch the piercings flip side to side as his tongue anxiously plays with them in a desperate attempt to quell his nerves. it’s mirrored in the way he twists his rings and the way his eyebrow bar wobbles as his forehead scrunches up nervously.

another sigh.

“mingi,” your voice is a lot calmer this time, not wanting to make the already skittish hybrid even more so, “what happened, baby?”

upon hearing the nickname, his shoulders relax, his fingers stop fidgeting and his snake bites finally become static in his lip. you wouldn’t possibly call him that if you were mad; it would be all ‘song mingi’ this and ‘song mingi’ that. baby is reserved for when he’s being good, and you called him baby so therefore you can’t be mad.

“my wings,” he says, “they must have been flitting about on their own and they knocked the vase,” the shards on the floor make a pretty sound as he toes at them with the stainless steal tip of his shoe. it too glimmers under the annoying hallway light, and you have to restrain yourself from insisting that you continue this discussion inside where you can escape the incessant flickering.

but something that he says replays in your brain, pulling your attention away from the broken bulb. it’s nothing big, just a habit of his that you’d picked up on within a few months of knowing him. the way his wings twitch and rearrange themselves seemingly on their own whenever he’s excited is one of your favourite qualities of his. it makes him so easy to read, even when he’s trying to act all cool and stoic like he so often does. it’s adorable, the way the silky black feathers flutter behind his back as if he can’t quite keep all of his emotions inside of him, and you tell him so every time it happens.

“you’re excited about something?” you ask, taking a step closer to him.

“no,” he answers far too quick for you to believe him, “what makes you say that?”

“your wings?”

“shit.”

you can’t help the smirk on your face as he screws his face up in regret. it’s clear that he forgot about how much you adore his silly little habit and everything it means.

you take yet another step closer.

“what are you excited about?” you purr curiously as mingi does everything in his power to avoid your gaze. those big black eyes that you adore so much seem to look everywhere except your face; it amuses you to no end. you take yet another step closer, only this time with a wide grin on your lips. “tell me!”

“it’s nothing important,” he deflects, shrugging his shoulders at you. it’s hard to resist the urge to giggle when his wings replicate the movement.

you take one final step, the ceramic crunching beneath the sole of your slippers as you take yourself chest to chest with him. there’s no escaping your gaze when you’re standing so close to him; his eyes find your face immediately, his large black pupils growing to take up even more space in the whites of his eye. from this angle, it almost looks like the entirety of his eyes are black, but as he flits his gaze from one side of your face to the other, you can see the slightest peek of his whites in the corners. it’s his wordless way of saying ‘i love you’, although you’re not entirely sure if he’s aware of just how often it happens.

“it’s important to me,” you whisper, shuffling impossibly closer until you’re toe-to-toe with him. even without his heavy-duty platforms on, he stands a good few inches taller than you, but you don’t mind the awkward, only slightly painful angle that you have to hold your neck at. in fact, you almost find it too silly not to smile at, standing there staring up at your overgrown birdie like a chick begging for a worm from its mother. he must too, because despite his nerves over the vase and the secret exciting thing he’s desperate to keep hidden, he bears his teeth at you in a matching grin.

“you always say the things i do are important to you,” he comments.

“because they are!” you reply with a simple fact. mingi is very, very important to you.

he hums, pursing his lips in contemplation. the temptation to lean up and kiss him is strong, but your curiosity gets the better of you; you need to know what he’s excited about or the anticipation might just kill you.

“i got you a present,” he eventually says, “it’s nothing big; i know you said cut down on the jewellery for a while.”

“i have nowhere left to store it all!”

“your body?”

“and look like a walking, talking hunk of metal? i don’t think so,” you can barely tell with his pupils so big, but he rolls his eyes.

so cute…

“i like to have all my precious things in one place,” he murmurs through a pout. the sentiment makes your heart skip a beat; it’s always nice to be told you’re just as precious to your loved ones as they are to you. “but i only got you one necklace this time—”

“mingi!” you scoff out a chuckle.

“shush!” he leans forward to ‘peck’ you gently with the tip of his nose. it’s more sweet than anything, but you take it how he wants you to; a gentle scold that would put any other scoundrel in their place. you make a show of zipping your lips with your fingers, twisting the lock once you reach the corner, and tossing the key onto the floor to sit amongst the rubble. perhaps the way you stomp on the invisible object and smush it into the floor with your foot is a little dramatic, but you do it anyway. the magpie can’t exactly complain; he isn’t exactly on brian cox’s level of theatrics himself. “a single necklace and a pair of earrings.”

a pair of earrings?

your hand flies up to your ear to double check what you know to be true; yep! definitely no piercing there. just a plan old earlobe untouched by the terrifying metal needles that you’ve seen enter mingi’s skin time and time again. usually it’s the one getting the body-mod that would faint, but you’ve woken up in a chair with a concerned boyfriend hanging over you more than a few times. it’s safe to say you’ve never even considered it, let alone somehow subconsciously gone and done it.

a pair of earrings… why?

“but—”

“no piercings,” mingi finishes your sentence with a knowing glint in his eyes. “that’s why they’re clip on,” he looks so proud of himself, his wings fluttering gently over his shoulders. the oil-like feathers reflect the annoying lightbulb too, but this time you rather like the way it illuminates them. perhaps if you beg hard enough he’ll let you groom his wings tonight. it’s not the right time of month just yet, but you’re sure with the right amount of puppy eyes you can get him to give in. what you wouldn’t do just to feel them beneath your fingers, silky and soft. “we can match, my pretty little treasure.”

a soft sigh leaves your lips, parting them ever so slightly.

“yeah,” you nod, “i’d like that, my pretty little magpie.”

[kateammann]

daily birds week 25!

white-bellied treepie + ornate hawk-eagle

australian magpie + white-crested helmetshrike

wood thrush + white-winged fairywren

yellow-tufted woodpecker

[takami-takami]

UM UM UM. Um um. Idea.

This whole nesting concept, but it's pre-relationship and pining!Keigo.

Every time he sees something comfortable-looking, bird brain goes buy it, give it to mate you gotta prove you can provide. He dukes it out with the avian instincts every single time he wants to buy you something because all he can think half the time is nest!! help make the nest!!!!

You get a nice blanket from him for a holiday (the bird brain won) and there's practically steam out his ears as you rub your face on it to feel the texture.

- magpie anon ✦

GOD!!!! THIS!!!!!!

The first time he shows you his apartment... Something about the way he stutters "do you like it?" It's fluttery even as he slightly puffs out his chest, trying to appear capable. His wings flutter when you accept the nest compliment his place.

Don't even think about asking him for materials. His little birdie heart couldn't take it. Keigo offhandedly mentions needing to go shopping next week to get some knicknacks for the kitchen, but you decide to throw a curveball in his meticulously planned schedule by having the audacity to ask him to fetch a few sheets while he's out since you tore your last ones.

Oh, did he say he was going next week? He meant now. Right now. He's shoving his feet into his boots as we speak, as he walks, completely ignoring your confused "where the fuck are you going" and forgetting his jacket on the way out.

He can be good. He can be a good boy, he'll be fast because Keigo's so good at being fast; the best at it, actually. Everyone knows it.

He'll show you. He'll pick the softest, sturdiest one and will pop a blood vessel when the cashier tries to get their scent on it while bagging.

"That won't be necessary, I got it!" He chirps, blindingly white smile doing its job convincing them he isn't just about ready to bite.

He's just being a good friend. That's all.

He's thoughtful, like that.

[incorrectbatfam]

The batfam get assigned to the worst rogues. Who gets which?

Dick: Nite-Wing

Jason: Flamingo

Tim: Baffler

Damian: Lord Death Man

Duke: Professor Radium

Cullen: Great White Shark

Stephanie: Kite Man

Cassandra: The Walrus

Barbara: Humpty Dumpty

Harper: Zebra-Man

Carrie: Condiment King

Kate: Jane Doe

Alfred: The Outsider

Selina: Magpie

Bruce: Birthday Boy

[sleepingcatemojis]

could i get a calico cat tail swish emote with magpie wings and calico cat ears added on (not flapping/wiggling), with and without holding a white bunny plushie? preferably with a half black/half light grey sweater too? sorry if this is too much work /gen

hi!! calico/magpie requester, can i get an upset version without the bunny too?

here you go!! i hope i did everything right

[audible-smiles]

Blue Birds of Happiness

Blue is an extra-fun color for birds to be, because, as you may have heard, it is not created by a pigment. Blue feathers (and the blue scales on butterfly wings, and the blue irises of some humans) are structural, meaning that the color is created by the physical properties of the living tissue, which are arranged in such a way that they reflect the short wavelengths of blue light. Often this is paired with a dark pigment which absorbs other colors of light and makes the blue 'pop'. Look at all the tints and shades they can make!

Mountain bluebird

2. Himalayan bluetail

3. Blue nuthatch

4. Blue jay

5. Indigo bunting

6. Great blue turaco

7. Tree swallow

8. Ultramarine flycatcher

9. Hyacinth macaw

10. Glaucous-blue grosbeak

11. Belted kingfisher

12. Blue dacnis

13. Taiwan blue-magpie

14. Shining honeycreeper

15. Siberian blue robin

16. Blue whistling-thrush

17. African blue flycatcher

18. White-throated magpie jay

19. Black-naped monarch

20. Blue paradise flycatcher

21. Cerulean warbler

22. Woodland kingfisher

23. Indian peafowl

24. Little blue heron

25. Philippine fairy-bluebird

26. Pinyon jay

27. Blackish-blue seedeater

28. Plum-throated cotinga

29. Deep-blue flowerpiercer

30. Blue coua

[aurumacadicus]

1+14; angsty stuckony? 😩🫣

Hopefully this is angsty enough lol. For background purposes, Steve is a swan, Bucky is a magpie, and Tony is a hummingbird.

--

Steve had always been attracted to blues. And he probably shouldn’t have found it embarrassing, except of all the people who had showed interest in him, Peggy and Bucky had been the only two who hadn’t been upset when they noticed his eyes wandering over other people’s feathers when they were out and about. Peggy had politely but sternly told him that she was choosing to believe it was because he saw the artistic nature of them, and he’d agreed, because his eyes might have drawn toward blue feathers, but he was a monogamous bird.

Bucky teased him, though. It was always good-natured, but Steve couldn’t tell how sincere Bucky was when he noticed Steve’s eyes being drawn away and he grinned like a lecher and asked, ‘are they pretty?’ So he chose to ignore it like he had with Peggy. He had eyes. They caught blue and were drawn to it. It didn’t mean anything. He didn’t like to share, anyway.

��Steve,” Bucky said one night, when they were all battle-sore and retired to their own rooms to decompress. They were chowing through their third pizza before they went to pass out in bed. “Have you noticed Tony’s wings?”

“Buck,” Steve sighed, and the pulsing headache he’d been trying to beat to bed caught up to him. He wiped his hand on a napkin and then lifted it to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Right now?”

“They’re blue,” Bucky continued blithely, munching on a garlic knot. “Shiny.”

“He’s hummingbird on his ma’s side,” Steve said tiredly, repeating what Tony had told him when he’d noticed Steve’s… looking. He’d assumed Steve was comparing them to Howard’s instead of ogling.

Steve hadn’t corrected him, too scared of the reaction he might get when the team learned about his attraction to blue feathers. Sure, it would probably be good-natured teasing, but he’d been looked at as odd back in the forties, a swan not sticking to his own kind like they were known for. He didn't want to test that theory.

“I think we should court him,” Bucky continued, as if he hadn’t spoken at all. “Seeing his blues against your whites would be sexy as hell.”

“Buck,” Steve tried again, even though he couldn’t tell if he was angry or shocked. He also couldn’t help but imagine it, Tony’s iridescent feathers quivering against his white ones. It was a pretty picture in his head.

Bucky slanted him a sharp look, quelling whatever he was about to sputter. “Don’t fucking play stupid, Steve. Your eyes are already saying yes. Have been since the first time you looked at him, probably. Now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

Steve felt himself flushing, and his mouth dropped open in shock. Despite that, he could feel his wings raising, feathers beginning to spread in invitation. “I just don’t want Tony to…” he began, helpless.

At that, Bucky’s stern gaze faded. “Tony isn’t going to think less of you, Steve.”

“I know,” Steve said quickly, because he did. He did know that. Tony was one of the most accepting people he’d ever met. Too accepting perhaps, in some ways, but it wasn’t his business to say so.

But the few times he’d worked himself up to go after blue-feathered dames, before Peggy, they’d looked at him like he was… wrong. Like he was treating them as objects to covet. And while he’d come far enough to realize some birds were so chased after that they were wary of any potential mate that came their way, he still remembered the shame he’d felt as he wondered if they were right.

“Of course, there’s also the problem the opposite direction, where he thinks we’re joking or making fun of him,” Bucky muttered, apparently taking him at his word. He rubbed a hand over his chin thoughtfully as he picked through and discarded ideas. Steve waited patiently, because his tried-and-true flirtation technique was ‘god I hope they notice me first.’ Finally, he smacked his fist into his open palm. “I’ve got it. He seems to really like watching us spar.” He looked back up at Steve. “We need to manufacture a way to get him on the mat with us.”

“I’ll kill him,” Steve said simply. He was a swan. Tony was a hummingbird. Tony was only a few inches shorter than him, but his bones weren’t as solid. Delicate, Steve had called him once, and Tony had been torn between preening proudly and punching him in the face for patronizing him. Still. Steve had a hundred pounds on him of pure muscle with wings to match. Even if Tony wasn’t aware of their physical differences, he’d never allow Tony to goad him into a fight.

Bucky considered this, then leaned on the table with a sigh. “Oh boy. Well,” he groused, leaning his cheek on his fist irritably. “I suppose we can always ask Natasha to help us manufacture another ‘is that a threat or a promise’ situations with him.”

Steve remembered the situation where Tony had slanted a sly, smug look at them after mentioning him being sore for days. He remembered the lascivious tilt to his smile as his eyes flicked up and down Steve’s body before flitting to Bucky’s. He remembered the iridescent ripple of blues and greens along Tony’s wings as they fluttered becomingly behind him. He remembered the slow, syrupy drawled, 'is that a threat? or a promise,' a tease and an invitation all at once that he’d been too embarrassed to chase.

“She’ll be so insufferable about this,” Steve finally sighed, because he knew they’d be asking her.

Bucky huffed, shaking his head fondly. “Well, she usually is.”

[rottenpumpkin13]

Heyy ok I hope you don't mind me slipping one of my headcanons on here 🫠

Soo wings!! I'd like to think that if AGSZ had wings based on irl birds instead of their (kinda boring 😂) ingame ones:

Seph would have those speckled Snowy owl wings. So white and pretty 😖

Despite Genesis giving massive Corvid energy lol I'm obsessed with the pretty patterns on Kestrel wings especially where some of them are red/ginger coloured

Angeal would probably have large Bald eagle wings. Big wings for a big boi ❤️

I think Zack would suit Magpie wings? I love the black and white with the blue/green iridescent sheen to match his pretty eyes

And Cloud can have...chocobo wings...yeah that works

Ok thank you byeeee

A perfect headcanon

Sephiroth:

Angeal:

Genesis:

Zack:

Cloud: