#or at least. i think it was a dove. it was a white pigeon so i ... am pretty sure those are doves?
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Just Desserts Pets by size (and owner)! (Patreon)
Bonus Joel and the new Bamboo cat-staring each other down:
#Doodles#Just Desserts#I would also say by name and sex but a lot of them are still undecided lol#I'm pretty sure these are all the at-least-somewhat canon pets - Just A Bee for example was omitted lol#Maybe there'll be someone who gets Just A Bee someday! But it's not gonna be Honey&Easter Nest I can tell you that much lol#I do not care how thematic it would be! She gets a bunny! It is the most correct!#Also somewhat ironic that she got a cherry-filled donut bunny and then Cherry Shortcake got the merengue dove...#Look they're not meant to Match they're meant to be What The Owner Wants!#Anyway this has all gotten off the rails lol - down the line!#Starting with the itty-bittiest of spiders! Spider Bites' spider bites ♥ I still love them - probably even more now lol#I never did decide how many she can summon at once since they're not like...properly physical in the same way Taffy is lol#You can touch them and hold them to be certain! But only when they exist (lol) Probably wouldn't be more than a baker's dozen hehehe#The birds ended up being the smallest after the spider(s) huh :0 I wasn't planning that but it seems fitting#I think Merengue (name not decided on but if Wafer is any indication lol) probably is a little smaller than Kiwi's flan chicken#Chicken is chicken-sized but Merengue isn't quite as small as a pigeon - somewhere in the middle#Sunflower is tiny by mammal standards tho! The smallest yet! Even smaller than cinnamouse!#Then again for a mouse cinnamouse is quite large lol - big plush teddy-bear sized! :D#I really do want to get better at drawing dogs... Do Sweet Pea justice one of these days she's such a sweet girl#I still love that she's made of almond BARK white chocolate - so she can lick her own paws hehehe#Konpeitoad is wider than they are tall really - still counts for medium sized just an outlier is all! Still cute tho#They're probably one of the ones I most want to draw digitally as well since I can imagine their colour palette easily haha#Cute purpley and cream toad skin with rainbow konpeito warts and clear bubble-cheeks hehe <3 They're very cute!#Barnaby too - he's got a strong mint colour palette! Lots of greens and whites! Still such a fun and cute lad with all his segmentation#Also finally cleaned up the Mercandy's amezaiku catfish design a bit - better fins!#It's a bit funny as well since Marshmallow Fluff originally had a mint colour palette as well until I simplified her design :P Things!#Wafer's largely unchanged tho ♪ Seeing them near each other I kinda wanna draw him and Sweet Pea playing now hehe ♥#Finally Taffy! The smallest of the large pets! About what you'd expect for a mammalian farm animal tho I suppose haha#Butterscotch is still so cuuute ahh ;; I can't believe I haven't drawn her more - she has so much room for scalloping! Her earsss#And finally the Queens' pets! They get to be the biggest because they're royalty lol - they already make the biggest creatures!#Oh and I suppose double-finally the Vargases' licorice cat and the new cat! I still hadn't decided on Bamboo's coat pattern...
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oh i saw a dove for maybe the first time the other day so that was pretty cool :] was looking out the window on the bus and there was a dove resting on a windowsill of a building we drove by and i went !!!! but didnt have anyone around me to point it out to :[
#idk if ppl would be excited abt seeing a dove anyways#or at least. i think it was a dove. it was a white pigeon so i ... am pretty sure those are doves?#tried to look up if theres any actual difference btwn doves and pigeons and the websites were not giving me a straight answer#''they arent different zoologically speaking but one is dirty and yucky and the other is beautiful and graceful'' hitting u w a big hammer#PIGEONS ARE NOT DIRTY AND GROSS THEY ARE WONDERFUL AND NEGLECTED#i am on team pigeon forever and ever even if their cooing drives me batty when i am around them for too long#the same would happen w doves. i think pigeons are more interesting to look at so maybe i like them more than doves.#shaking my fist at society. you absolute fools. pigeons are so smart and wonderful and yall abandoned them :[#pippen needs 2nd breakfast
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Hello! I've been loving the small snippets and headcanons so much, I just went on a small brain off - intake cuteness marathon while reading and saw that your requests were open (or at least they said they were open, if not you can completely ignore this! ´ω`)
Imagine the sweetness of calling Sunday your dove or swan.. Then think of the silly possibilities of calling him OTHER white birds. I would love to see how you would write his reaction to being called different names like "My Royal Spoolbill" "My lovely Red-Vented Cockatoo" "Beloved Masked Booby"
I just think it's a lil fun to tease Mr. Know-it-all with names that he might have to actually go and search up, some birdies being a nicer compliment compared to being called a chonky lil fella like the Willow Ptarmigan(〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)
Thank you for your time whether you further this thought or not~!
Characters: Sunday x Gender-neutral Reader
Synopsis: Calling him bird names
Warnings: Fluff, spelling mistakes
(Notes: I found the request after posting it and I decided just to repost so it makes sense)
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Ugh, you're right the way he would call Dove or Swan. Like in such a sensual voice with you adding with the fact he only does when he whispers in your ear, almost sending shivers down your Spine. Ah, don’t tell him your mind is stuck thinking about something you shouldn’t be. He’s not at all innocent just because appearance, he knows what he’s doing.
Did I ever say that he also kisses your hands while calling you his “beloved swan.” (I’m sorry I’m shameless). He’s such a gentleman giving you cute and sweet nicknames “my beloved swan & my dearest dove.” while you on the other hand are just a menace.
“My lovely rock pigeon.” Anyone hearing that would be so confused and honestly, he is a little. How creative could you be with nicknames? Like calling him “my beautiful stork.” Or “royal tern.”
The more and more you begin to find more and more white bird names to use for him the more he questions everything.
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“My dearest stork.”
You say playfully while the back of your hand gently rubs against Sunday's little wings. They are so soft and warm. “a stork? Am I just a bird with long legs to you?”
A mischievous grin curls up the corners of your lips while a single eye twinkles at your beloved Sunday.
“You have little wings and feathers right here so I don’t see a difference really.” you point out the little mini version of wings by the sides of his hair.
along with your words, Sunday grabs your hand and intertwines it with his. “some birds bite if you get too close to them, maybe I should bite you.” He playfully threatens as he brings your hand closer to his mouth.
“don’t worry I don’t bite that hard.”
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#✧*:･ﾟ✧:･ Yurinna's Writing :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧#sunday hsr#sunday x reader#sunday x you#honkai star rail x you#honkai star rail x reader#star rail#star rail x reader#hsr x you#hsr x reader#honkai star rail
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Ted is not a monster, no matter what the police think, Karen's injuries are her own fault. She should not have pushed him, he's so tired of her nagging, of Holly's crying, of Mike not listening.
Nancy is a lost cause, has been since she began dating that Byers Boy.
The Byers always were Bad eggs. It didn't surprise Ted when Joyce lost her youngest. It was a little surprising when he showed up alive, Ted had figured that someone had killed the boy.
Ted wished Nancy had stuck to the Harrington boy, he was a good sort, and even if he was like his father, at least the money he came from would make up for it.
Ted was angry that Hopper had arrested him, was angry that when he discovered when Steve Harrington of all people had Holly, not the Ted wanted her, she was too needy and had been mistake, an accident but Karen wouldn't consider an abortion.
Ted sat on the cot in his cell, he was alone, Hopper having to step out for a moment.
And then the lights flickered.
Ted scowled, "That's not funny."
The lights did not stop flickering, flickering faster and faster until every light bulb burst in a shower of sparks.
Ted flinched at the sudden darkness.
"Hello?" He called, standing.
There was a long momrnt of silence before Ted feltt something right next to him, he could feel it's breath at his ear.
"Hello Ted." Harrington's voice said.
Ted breathed a sigh of relief.
"Steve, Son, you scared me." Ted said as he turned to look at Steve and froze at the sight of a Monster.
"I'm not your son, Ted." The monster with Steve's voice said "and you should be scared. You hurt Karen. I like Karen. She was nice to me, even after Nancy left me."
"She asked for it." Ted defended himself.
The monster bared it's teeth, too many, too wide and Ted had the distinct feeling he'd said the wrong thing.
"My father said the same, the creature that are my Spawn said the Same thing. Nothing asks to be hurt." The monster saud.
"Please, don't hurt me." Ted begged, falling to the his knees.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Ted." The monster said.
Ted let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you." Ted started.
"I'm going to kill you, until the rivers of the Down Below run pure. You don't get the luxury of a quick death. Not after what you've done to my family."
The monster lunged and Ted did not have time to scream before the grey walls of the Station cell disappeared
When he became aware again Ted felt cold and something grey white was falling from the Sky.
Something screeched and Ted flinched.
Something dove at him and bit into his body, tearing him up until darkness came.
Ted woke up, something snarled and lunged, digging teeth into his arm, dragging him along until something cracked in his head and darkness came.
Ted, woke up to teeth in his throat, darkness came.
Ted woke up. Something nibbling at his toes before slowly moving up his leg and leg body until he was fully engulfed slowly his body began to to boil until finally, thankfully, darkness came.
Ted Woke up, Steve sat beside him on a Rock, a dark, poluted river flowed next to the vines that surrounded them.
"Please, Please make it stop." Ted begged.
Steve looked at him, eyes dark, empty.
"No." The monster said.
Something swooped, threw Ted up and swallawed him whole.
Darkness came...
Ted woke up...
Ted woke up...
Over and over until the Rivers of blood ran dry until the air purified.
But that took a very long time.
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So um it's been quite a while since I worked on this, but here you go.
@addelyin @merricatty @lesbiabrobin @apuckishwit @0o-mushroom-o0 @starlight-archer @darkwitchoferie @just-a-tiny-void @swimmingbirdrunningrock @intergalactic-president-awesome @vampireinthesun @goodolefashionedloverboi @adhdsummer @purpleanimeoverart @space-invading-pigeon @lilaclilyroses @nohomoyesbi @plantzzsandpencilzzs @korixae @subversivecynic @flusteredcas @persnicketysquares @freddykicksasses @little-trash-ghost @cupcakesnwhiskey @cats-ate-all-of-my-pasta @planetsoda @paintsplatteredandimperfect @irregular-child
@daydreamsandcrashingwaves
@lifeisnotsobadonceyoustopcaring @steddieassheg0es
#eldritch monster steve#from the rot#part 17#revenge#warning ted wheeler#technically steddie#technically torture
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CSM ANGEL DEVIL HEADCANNONS +aki
Angel has wings, therefore I see him as a bird, or, at the very least, having lots of bird-like behavior. Also slight nsfw at the end
Angel can't fly (now), his wings are too heavy (or so he says, many think he's just lazy). He can, technicaly, glide. But it has been a few incarnations since he has been able to truly fly.
Also he can't swimn, his feathers would soak and drag him down. A pathetic way to die, specially as a devil. He does like sand baths tho.
Angel hates rain, not just because that'd wet his feather (that would take forever to drie), he also hates thunderstorms. During those times he chooses to hide under a blanket.
Angel is very androgynous looking. His overall face looks very feminine, but his nose bridge and jaw are very sharp. He has a long neck and small hips, long, but delicate fingers.
Bird Behavior
Angel's feather grow a lot more during winter. He gets a fluffy feather mane on his neck, under his armprits, many on his back, arms and even some on his face.
Spring - summer is molting season, meaning there's white feathers everywhere in the boreal office during this time.
Angel is not very happy during this time also. His skin is itch, his hot from the heat and all the winter coat that has not fallen off, and as much as he has begged, Makima just won't let him take a month or two off for this.
I like to think that Angel is capable of chirping. Nothing complex like a song bird, but something more close to the noises of a pigeon or dove.
!NSFW AKIANGEL PAIRING!
Ya know how petting a bird's wings can make the sexually frustated? Yeah that happens to Angel too.
His powers only work on skin-to-skin contact so his hair, halo and wings are safe game, however, these are also very sensitive spots that, if touched, can easily make him aroused, and guess who was the poor soul that did just that?
Aki petted Angel's wings during molting season, after Angel complained nonstop about how much everything ached and itched. He got a chunk of feather out, but also gave Angel a boner that he had to hide for the rest of the patrol.
They have been in a relationship for a short while. They have fucked, yes, nothing a contract can't solve. Favorite position? Doggy style with bottom Angel. Angel loves to mark Aki's neck, specially when Aki can't hide 'em with his uniform.
Angel has had many lovers before, he wished he could say 'Angels mate for life', but he knows that's not possible, but also, none of then have loved him they way Aki does.
#akiangel#chainsaw man#chainsaw man headcanons#angel devil#aki hayawaka#aki chainsaw man#headcanon#headcannons
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People don't seem to realize that every single decision a filmmaker makes is an intentional decision. There was nothing. Then the filmmakers created something.
That box in the background of a shot? They had to decide to put that there. The color of the wall behind the character? They had to decide if that was the right color. Whether or not a character starts a sentence with the word "Maybe?" They made that choice. Because without the filmmaker consciously making a decision to do one thing instead of another, there's no character saying anything.
Now factor in time. And money. You realize that in the opening shot of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, animators had to be paid to hand-draw every single dove around her? So a filmmaker had to decide that doves were worth adding to the scene. Had to decide that they should be doves, not pigeons or squirrels. Had to decide how many there would be. For how long. For how many shots.
If something is in a movie, the audience needs to assume it was in there on purpose, because without someone making a decision, it wouldn't be there. Then, because you know that money and time are a thing, the audience member should say "not only did they decide this detail was in there; they decided it was worth being in there." Then you can start asking "Why was it worth it to the filmmaker? What does it add? What were they trying to say?"
And then you can stop all that crap about "well you can't really say for sure what a story is for, or what it's about. Everyone has their own interpretation."
Everyone might, but you know what? Your "interpretation" had zero influence when someone slapped a blank sheet of paper down in front of a Depression-Era animator and said "I'll pay you extra if you add doves in here; I need doves for this scene." Your "interpretation" did not cause those doves to get drawn.
Scratch that--the only influence your "interpretation" had was when the filmmaker tried to guess whether or not doves would make you think of the same thing it made the filmmaker think of--so that the filmmaker's point could be made.
It was what the filmmaker wanted to say that caused every single thing you see and hear to appear onscreen. And you want to sit there and put words in their mouth? After all that work they did and money they spent and ideas they rejected and edits they made? After all the decisions they had to pull the trigger on, you want to say their decisions never really mattered?
Watch it in good faith, first. Then say "I think I see what they were saying, and I just choose to ignore that." At least.
#here we are again#Meta#writing#films#filmmaking is problem solving#storytelling#me#subjective storytelling#subjective audiences#audiences#pop culture commentary#state of the fandom#Snow White and the seven dwarfs#film#Directors#animators
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Wine
For @mayura-may
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Nathalie moves through the crowded party like a wisp of perfumed smoke, clad in shimmering grey and attracting fascinated attention as she goes. Normally in a situation like this she'd be content to make herself part of the background, blending into the crowd and keeping to herself, but that's not her job tonight. Tonight she's here to see and be seen, to finally put faces to some of the industry names she's been reading about and corresponding with and to make them remember her name. She's here this time not as a guest or a friend or a third wheel, but as the personal assistant to Gabriel Agreste, a public face of his company and a representative of his brand. It's a role she's unmatched at playing during business hours, managing meetings and conference calls with a fearless and terrifying confidence in a sleek suit and sensible heels, but she hates this part, hates dressing business up in the trappings of high society and pretending it's friendly.
She scans the room, taking in the scene, and brings the wineglass in her hand to her lips. A slight frown at the glass, a moment of confusion. The wine is of the highest quality, of course, a crisp and delicate white that looks like a glass of candlelight, but she keeps forgetting that's what she's holding, keeps expecting it to be something else. Much like she seems to be continually caught off guard by the luxurious fabric that swirls around her with every movement. The dress Gabriel talked her into is one of the highlights of the fall line, elegant and fine and far beyond her, and she's been reassured that if the networking gets to be too much for her all she has to do is step back and let the dress do the talking.
The familiar face crossing the gallery towards her now is a woman who's never in her life stepped back and let her dress -- or anything else -- do the talking for her. The sleek gold number she's sporting looks like it would have quite a lot to say if allowed to get a word in edgewise, but Emilie still outshines it as she beams at Nathalie. "There you are," she says. "You see? You look amazing, just like I said you would. That dress really was made for you."
Nathalie smiles back, if fainter. "I look like a pigeon among the doves."
A bright and brilliant laugh, as impossible as ever to resist. "And doves are just pigeons with better publicity, so you fit in far better than you seem to think." Emilie reaches out as if to link arms with Nathalie and pull her in closer. "Are you at least trying to enjoy yourself?"
Nathalie delicately sidesteps the touch, pulling away just enough to make her refusal clear while flashing an apologetic smile. "I've certainly had worse evenings," she says mildly. She's had much better ones, too, which goes unsaid but obvious, evenings where she wasn't delicately sidestepping everything. The people she's supposed to be charming who want to get a little too convivial, the edges of tables and chairs, the crowd, the floating waiters with trays that look so tempting but need to be avoided so carefully... "Although this one is much more lively than I was expecting."
Emilie's brow furrows at the rebuff, confused and possibly a bit hurt, but she accepts it with a little nod. "Yes, it is a surprising crowd," she agrees. "Still, all the more chances to make a few lasting impressions." Another glowing smile, one that's probably been making more impressions all evening than anything Nathalie could ever say, and she gives a little chuckle. "And I see you've been bracing yourself accordingly," she adds, pointing.
Nathalie follows her eyes down to the wineglass. "It's mostly something to do with my hands," she admits sheepishly.
Another smile, but then Emilie tilts her head with another thoughtful look. "Don't you usually prefer red wine, though? I know I saw someone bringing the red around just a moment ago..."
Of course Emilie would remember that. "I'm sticking with white tonight," Nathalie returns, a little stiffly. She takes another sip to make a point, and it tastes... fine. She's got nothing against white wine, really; it's just not what she'd choose if she wasn't being cautious.
Emilie gives up on the gently concerned looks and just sighs. "Nathalie, I know you don't like these events, but if there's something else that's wrong, please tell me."
Now it's Nathalie's turn to sigh, a little bit apologetic but considerably more frustrated. "What's wrong is that I'm at a party in a borrowed dress that's worth more than anything I own, and possibly more than everything I own combined," she says in a low whisper where only Emilie can hear. "I knew this was a bad idea. I barely trust myself to walk in this; I'm not going to let red wine get anywhere near it!"
There's a pause while Emilie digests this outburst, and the laughter that follows it is quiet and gentle and fond. "You are so..." She shakes her head and gathers her thoughts. "First, you are brilliant and capable, not to mention one of the most athletically graceful people I've ever known, and if there's anyone in the world who could navigate the situation effortlessly it's you. I trust you implicitly, and I know Gabriel does as well, and with so much more than just a dress, and if he entrusts you with something it's because he knows you can take care of it just by being your normal brilliant and capable self. You don't have to walk on eggshells for his approval, or for mine. You never did."
Nathalie sucks in a quiet breath, trying to find some response to this kindness that shouldn't actually surprise her the way it has, but before she can speak Emilie continues. "And second, who ever said this was a borrowed dress?"
Somehow this takes Nathalie even longer to process, and the breath she draws this time is nowhere near as discreet. "I-- what?"
"I did say it was made for you." Emilie grins. "Gabriel wanted to keep it a surprise for the end of the night, but if it's causing you that much worry then there's no fun in keeping you in the dark."
"I can't accept this; you know I can't," Nathalie tries to insist, the words coming out in a high laugh around the sudden tightness in her throat. But even as she protests she can feel the fabric embracing her, remembers that thrill of the first moment she saw herself in the mirror. She can't accept this, but, oh, if she could...
"Of course you can!" Emilie's laugh rings like a bell before she grows serious again. "My husband, as terrible as he is at expressing himself, has finally found a way to thank you for some fraction of everything you've done for us over the years. You've earned this, and so much more. Won't you please, for once, accept it?"
It shouldn't hurt her heart the way it does to realize that she's valued like this. It shouldn't still surprise her, after all this time. But it's an ache that's kind, that brings a warmth along with it. "It sounds like I don't have much choice in the matter," she says with a soft smile. "In which case I should try to enjoy it."
"Exactly," Emilie beams. She reaches forward to take Nathalie's arm again, and this time Nathalie lets her. It's just a little wrinkled fabric if Emilie leans in too far; it's not the end of the world. Emilie also plucks the glass from Nathalie's other hand, draining it of its remaining contents without blinking. "Come on. Let's find where they're keeping the red."
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Tonight I "acktually 🤓"d myself before someone might've done it anyways
Me: [Excitedly posts this picture of a white pigeon to a group chat]
Person in GC (PGC): So a dove? 😐
Me, internally: I said what I said. P-I-G-E-O-N doesn't spell dove, does it?
Me, now directly replying to PGC and trying to make fun of myself: I got the "acktually 🤓" treatment in response last time this came up for me but I'll try to explain 🥲 (Nicely explains that that's definitely a pigeon and also throws in a small fact with "Pigeons and Doves belong to the same family, Columbidae, so it's a "yes, but" .... typical birds used for the white peace/wedding doves are (often) just specially bred pigeons with a nice PR name.")
PGC has not said anything since, snarky or otherwise, because I don't think they expected to, essentially, be gently told to hush after trying to "correct" me the way they did. I've said time and time again I'm not an expert... but there's a good chance I think I might at least kinda know what I'm talking about, PGC? PGC probably didn't even mean to do it, honestly, but it rubbed me the wrong way tonight because it comes across as slightly rude with the emoji choice. Like talking with PGC on most other occasions but tonight ain't it, chief.
#Hawkie talks#personal#picture is mine#city birdwatching#birdwatching#rock dove#pigeon#white pigeon#rant?
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SS Finals - Everyday: Chapter 11
Location: Yumenosaki Rooftop (Press Conference Venue)
Characters: Touri, Yuzuru, Eichi, Wataru, Hiyori, Jun, Nagisa & Ibara
Eichi: “...Let’s continue with the explanation.”
“Each team will be given a set amount of time to select a representative unit.”
“You can choose based on discussion or lottery – anything is fine.”
“I’ll let each team choose their own means of selection. That also includes the order the representative units will be performing in.”
Ibara: “Strategy will be crucial there! Knowing when to play which card will decide the tides of victory – just like in card games!”
Eichi: “If a representative unit isn’t chosen within the time limit, then that will result in a default loss so be careful.”
“Let’s put on a demonstration. I choose the ‘Super Butler ★ Yuzuru-kun and His Troop of Pigeons’ to be the representative of the ‘Red Team’ ♪”
Yuzuru: Have you finally gone mad?
Eichi: “I just chose the name randomly. Come, Yuzuru – I want you to stand on stage as someone with that amusing name.”
Yuzuru: It’s not amusing in the least… But if that is your order, then very well.
Nagisa: “...Hmm. I see. Then, I choose the ‘Super Soldier ★ Ibameowth.”
Ibara: Your Excellency!? You mustn’t get swept up in their antics!
Nagisa: …Matching the pace of others at a low level is a fundamental principle.
Ibara: Hmm? Well, I’m glad to see you’ve recovered enough to say jokes now. No, you may just be acting naturally and unknowingly said something funny!
Yuzuru: …It seems we both have it rough, don’t we, Ibara?
Ibara: What did you say? I’m standing here because I want to, just so you know!
Eichi: “Hehe. For the sake of simplifying things, we can only allow one person from each unit to stand here, but during the actual performance, all members of the unit will be on stage.”
Nagisa: “...It may be five against two, depending on the circumstances – unfair battles are also possible.”
“...Strength is not measured in numbers, though.”
Eichi: “Yeah. The selected representative unit will perform within the set time limit.”
Nagisa: “...Come, demonstrate it for us. Dance, Ibara ♪”
Ibara: “Hooray! Is everyone having a grand time!? BANG! BANG!”
Yuzuru: “Your eyes here, please! Oh my, look – a dove has appeared out of the top hat~♪”
Wataru: Amazing! How splendid! You’re both professionals!
Hiyori: Yup, yup ♪ It was quite a ridiculous request, but it’s amazing how they’re both able to pull it off!
Jun: Wow… I-I kinda feel sad for them.
Touri: …………
Eichi: “Hehe. The voting will begin after their performances have finished.”
“In a normal performance battle, only the audience present would be able to vote.”
“But this is the biggest festival in the entire idol industry – Naturally, the number of voters must also be increased to reflect the scale.”
“Put simply, every single citizen in the country has the right to vote.”
“Thanks to the help from the Japanese government, a ‘voting device’ has been distributed to everyone across the country.”
Ibara: “This is a sample! It’s called a cyalume and a red and white light will flash in that order every time you press it! Press it three times and the light will turn off!”
“Please turn on the red light if you wish to vote for the ‘Red Team’ and the white light if you wish to vote for the ‘White Team’!”
“If you don’t want to vote for either team, then please turn off your cyalume! Or don’t press anything from the very beginning!”
Eichi: “Hehe. Everyone in the country has the right to vote, so at most, we should be able to get around a hundred million votes.”
“Naturally, I’m sure the people with no interest in ‘SS’ will throw the device away in the rubbish bin without ever opening the package, though…”
Ibara: “Votes will not count if you do not set the cyalume to a certain colour!”
Eichi: “Yeah. Everyone has their own preferences – I think the votes will definitely be split.”
“The number of votes from each representing unit will then be compared and the side with the most votes will be the winner of that round.”
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Day 179
January 28, 2023
Went birding around the area surrounding Distrito T-Mobile in San Juan for a couple hours.
Spotted a bunch of the usual birds. Greater Antillean grackles, bananaquits, grey kingbirds… The grackles are generally the first thing I see. And hear. I swear I hear their squeaky-gate calls in my sleep now. I’d much rather have the melodic sound of the coquí etched in my memory, but instead I’m subjected to the clacks and squeaks of these grackles in my dreams…
Gray kingbirds seem to be everywhere in Puerto Rico, though strangely, they weren’t as vocal today. Pairs usually sit on the lines and call to each other almost constantly, but I guess they were busy with something else this afternoon.
Bananaquits are tiny and a nightmare to spot if they don’t want you to see them, but they’re pretty much ubiquitous. I’d be surprised if I’ve submitted a checklist in Puerto Rico that doesn’t have at least one bananaquit in it. Most high-pitched, soft chirping noises are likely going to belong to one of them, although many warbler calls sound similar. Bananaquit songs manage to be simultaneously distinct and confusing; few birds have a buzzy song quite like they do, but the songs appear to be learned, which makes different individuals’ songs sound like potentially different species. I would be surprised if this species didn’t have regional song dialects/accents.
The feral pigeons here vary a ton in size, though the ones today were quite a lot stockier than the doves they were foraging with. They also seem to be the only pigeons/doves in the area that sometimes glide with their wings at a sharp dihedral. This appears to be for display purposes; I remember that the ones from the old Disaster Recovery Center would usually do the glide immediately after mating.
Saw a ton of white-winged doves. A pair noticed me looking, and each bird began flicking its tail and bobbing its head. They seem to spread their tails somewhat rhythmically as a stress response, rather than moving them erratically as is common with other birds. The white bars on the outsides of their tails accentuate this motion.
Quite a few Zenaida doves as well, though these guys were slightly shier than the white-winged doves. I don’t think I heard any of their songs today, which is somewhat unusual.
There are surprisingly few house sparrows in most places I go here. They’re not native, so that’s probably a good thing, but I still find it strange how they don’t even seem common in urban areas. I heard some far off and watched a couple follow each other between the traffic light poles, but that was about the extent of it.
Finally got a good enough monk parakeet ID for the life list, though I’m pretty certain I’ve heard them here before. They aren’t native to Puerto Rico but have established colonies along the island. Unlike the white-winged parakeets I’ve been seeing up until now, the monk parakeets have rather solid-colored wings without any obvious field marks.
Heard a bird I didn’t recognize in a short tree by the side of a road, but I never managed to see the bird itself. It sung very softly and awkwardly, reminding me of one of the introduced munia species. I wasn’t able to get a sound ID either; the recording would have been too soft, and I am not very strong at identifying quick and complex songs.
Walked around one of the artificial lakes and was surprised to see a plain greyish sandpiper and a pair of killdeer along the rock and concrete shore. I determined the smaller sandpiper to be a spotted sandpiper, so that’s another bird for the life list. These sandpipers are somewhat solitary and perhaps the size of a thrush, if that. They bob their entire bodies as they run across the shore, as if they are wind-up or drinking-bird toys brought to life.
The killdeer didn’t seem too thrilled about me staring at them, and one seemed to be starting a broken-wing display. I walked away.
Heard a very high-pitched siiii call, reminiscent of a Puerto Rican spindalis. It was a while before I actually saw the bird, but my identification turned out out to be correct. This particular bird was a female or immature.
I heard an unfamiliar call and began to look for the source. I spotted a fledgling that is likely a red-legged thrush. I later saw an adult thrush carrying a berry in that direction, which points to this fledgling being one of its own:
Saw a surprising number of pearly-eyed thrashers today. Which was only two or three, but for them being fairly secretive birds, I’d consider that significant. Usually I hear their songs before I see them. Actually think I may have seen more of them today than the northern mockingbirds that are usually so visible.
There weren’t many birds at the T-Mobile District or convention center themselves. Nor were there many people around the latter place. Something about the area feels liminal:
I returned to the hotel and headed to the beach a few hours later with some teammates. No particularly notable birds, though there was this cat colony someone was feeding:
#fema corps#birding#information#puerto rico#round 2#sightseeing#SeaClan#except they're all rogues and kittypets#posers smh
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Hyeon was pretty damn tipsy, maybe a tiny bit beyond it. The stumble simply came with the surprise how tipsy he really felt. He had been sitting for a long while, just drinking and trying to ignore his friends.. well, until Joongi saved him from whatever person attempted to drug his drink. But now he definitely didn't need more drinks nor should he have them. Sobering up was the right thing to do or else, the next morning could possibly be a bit uncomfortable. "Contact you?" A short snort. "How am I doing that? The 'bat signal'? E-Mail?" He was smiling though. Joongi was definitely nice company but was he really serious about this? he didn't even knew Hyeon.. Outside of the club, hyeon would attempt to breath in as much of the fresh air as he could, head tilting back so he could face the sky more, dark eyes closed. He liked the cool air on his heated skin. "Food?" He pursed his lips shortly, thinking for a moment. "I think food sounds good.. pizza? I'm sure I have some cash left.. gotta thank my savior properly." He was walking with Joongi without hesitation, letting the male pull him, not letting go of that hand that took hold of his own so firmly. He licked his lower lip shortly, walking next to him. "Now, I should take it as a compliment that someone wanted to drug me, right?" He looked over at the other male. "Like, that implies I am handsome enough to have someone consider doing crimes? Not that it's cool or cute behavior.. but I still am the tiniest hint of flattered, scared, at how close I was at being drugged but you know.. flattered, in a way." His shoulders shrugged and then he sighed. "My feet hurt." That was.. when he actually stopped to walk, a tiny pout on his lips while he shortly leaned down to adjust his shoe with his free hand. "You know.. you look pretty strong.." And the smile that followed his pout was just the most innocent he could pull in his tipsy state.
Was the boy actually funny or was it only because he was drunk, way more drunk than Joongi had thought he was. To the extent where he needed support. Support he doesn't go offering right away, knowing if things would be the other way around.. if it was him drunk, he wouldn't accept help because of pride. Maybe the boy was different, but surely he would ask or just grab Joongi if needed.
"I was more thinking of a carrier pigeon? A white dove? A bird of any sorts that would most likely get lost along the way. Safest bird nowadays is twitter.."
Joongi was definitely not a funny man, but he had his moments and he would definitely continue to try being funny. Least he could do. Tipsiness helping with the situation quite a lot. No way he would even approach anyone sober, not him.. not this cold mannered man. Joongi doesn't ponder over his thoughts long though, knowing that Hyeon needed the attention more than his silly thoughts. Watching was amusing in a way, seeing him think and pout oh so cutely. It was only now that he actually looked at the man properly, he was pretty. Joongi wasn't aware that he had been a target, a young beautiful man like him.
"It is almost like a backhanded compliment. They think you are beautiful and they want to fuck you, but they don't think they would ever have a chance with you. Hence why they resort to the drugs."
Joongi had seen plenty of cases like this, the drugs like this would leave the body fast with no trace.. impossible cases 95% of the time. Cases he would never usually take. That bubble of his is burst as the man complains about his feet, making Joongi stop as well and look over at the younger man, how fucking cute was that pout. Thinking for a brief moment before moving to stand in front of him, back facing Hyeon.
"Come on, get on. I am only going to offer this once and I am only carrying you because if I don't then some random man will drag you to their van and take advantage of you. I will be your hero for tonight. Get on and lets go eat."
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[WP] You're an ex-supervillain on probation. When the state let you out of the supermax-prison, they appointed your nemesis, the hero(ine), as your parole officer. This isn't going to be easy for either of you…
“See I was never all that big on the whole supervillain shtick.
“The way I saw it was either I start working at a whorehouse, sell my organs or well… minor criminal activity.
“Okay, okay, I know that sounds bad but times were tough and I didn’t have much going for me in terms of well… education in general.
I’d like to think that I never put anyone in life threatening danger but I know what I did was wrong and I can only hope you forgive me… because at the end of the day… I did it for you… Jane, my sweet little girl and as it turns out, superheroine.”
I look across the empty white room that has a large one-sided mirror, a desk, to which I’m cuffed, a pair of metal folding chairs and on the other side is one of the top superheroes of Burlesk Bay and well yeah… my 18 year old daughter… who I abandoned pretty much right after birth.
The superheroine known as Forcefield Girl was wearing a dark blue skin-tight suit with a white shield depicted on her chest. She donned a simple cape of the same dark blue colour and something that resembled a more sleek version of a SWAT helmet that covered her head, ears and eyes.
Despite that, I could clearly see the death glare from behind her visor.
“Not buying it.”
“Tch.”
“Dame Dove, you’re a notorious villainess with a… reputation to say the least. And even if you are my biological mother, I know nothing of your civilian identity, Diana D. Dove… if that even is your real name.”
“C’mon sweetie don’t be this way!”
“Ms. Dove, we just met yesterday for the first time in over 18 years.”
“Because I had a change of heart and decided to switch the side of good after seeing what a brave heroine you’ve become!”
“You broke into my house, intoxicated, and then tried to seduce your ex-husband, my father, before I promptly arrested you in my civilian clothes.”
“It was a touching reunion wasn’t it.” I say as I use one of my fingers to wipe away the non-existent tears.
Forcefield Girl lets out a long siiiiggghhh. “If we could come back to the topic of why we shouldn’t imprison you in max-security for your over two decades worth of bio-terrorism?”
Snapping back at the false accusation I shout “Hey! Since when was what a woman does in her free time considered bio-terrorism?!”
“Ever since a woman’s free time included flocking the city streets with hundreds of thousands of pigeons.” I could hear as her voice started becoming more stern, losing her patience at my tomfoolery.
“... that wasn’t me.” Hopefully I can still deny my connection to my supervillain identi-
My thoughts are interrupted by a recording of my own voice coming from the speaker in the room “What the fuck do you mean you’re arresting me?! Don’t you know who I am! I’m Dame Dove! Real name, Diana D. Dove! The greatest supervillain the world has ever seen! And also you mother, I think! I love white bread and my address is 2-”
The recording cut there.
Well I’m officially fucked! Note to self: never break into my exs’ house again using a tornado of pigeons and reveal sensitive information after drinking too much.
Forcefield Girl tried to massage her temples but failed due to her helmet still being on. Coughing awkwardly to hide her embarrassment she kept going “Let’s cut to the chase Ms. Dove. We don’t usually do this with the villains we’ve captured but the Council has decided to put you on probation in the Hero Team I’m currently responsible for, Temperance if you were to agree to some of our… conditions.” She pushes a stack of documents over to me as she speaks.
“Yeesh, so business-like for my alleged daughter!” I say not expecting a reply as I start to read through the terms.
Blah blah blah. You are forbidden to harass people with animals of the Columbidae bird family. Blah blah blah blah blah. No terrorism. Blah blah blah blah blah. No breeding invasive species. Yada yada yada. Ah! There it is! You are not allowed to disclose to the general public that 50% of the pigeon population in the United States of America are surveillance drones!
I fucking knew that blackmailing the government with that nifty piece of info would pay off! Fuck yeah! Let’s go, me!
I started signing the documents with new-founded zeal as there is a gross lack of pigeons, traumatised ex-husbands and abandoned daughters who are secretly superheroines in max-security prison. There was simply no way on Earth, heaven or hell that I was going to miss out on all that fun!
I sign the documents with a doodle of a pigeon, or at least something vaguely resembling it since artistic talent is something that I’m quite short of.
“Well, Jane, looks like we’ll be working together going forwards, feel free to call me mommy!” I grin trying not to let the hilarity of it all show on my face.
“Mhm… can’t wait…” her voice was empty as she replied but I could almost see her rolling her eyes back behind her visor.
God, this is going to be soooo fun! For me at least!
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Wings pt 4 | Wayfinder Trio
Heart Hotel | The Destiny Trio | Sea-salt Trio | Wayfinder Trio
Finally, the Wayfinder Trio. I... struggled the most these guys. Starting out, I knew these characters the least. I didn't play or watch BBS for a long, long time, and even then only just the once, so I had spent much less time in these characters' heads. It made choosing wings difficult.
I pinned down Ventus first. He had more going for him, thematically, that I thought I'd be able to find symbolism for. More to the point, I knew I wanted him to have white wings. I thought about a dove, making all of them different types of pigeons (yes, again; I just really like pigeons, okay??), but...
Well, first, I couldn't really see Terra or Aqua as pigeons, but additionally, well. Ventus's pure light isn't entirely natural, is it?
So. I ended up finding a solution for Ventus I liked, then went up the family tree to find other birds. While I usually tried to keep Flights to the same Order, I ended up going the Clade level, for this one.
Ventus is a common poorwill, but with leucism, which removes pigmentation. I liked that idea, that the white was there because of something that was missing. His wings were, in fact, entirely white/off-white until he joined with Vanitas, ending up with the wings Sora used for his adventure.
The common poorwill is the only bird known to hibernate - more accurately, go into torpor. A nice little reference to his... sleeping problems.
Terra and Aqua... well. I'll put in a reminder that I hadn't spent much time with these characters when I was picking out wings two years ago, and I struggled with ideas. I think I chose the great dusky swift for Terra for being the largest of the swifts? Not... Not particularly impressive, I know.
I... okay, I'll admit, this one was mostly the aesthetics. I was running out of options, and I just! Couldn't find a good symbolic match!
(┬┬﹏┬┬)
This last installment is probably a bit disappointing, admittedly. If I was choosing wings again now, I'd have more traits I'd look for in the birds to match up with them, but. Well.
This is what I've got to work with.
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Endurance Training
scummy!Dabi, Overhaul, Hawks x Reader
warnings: dubcon, double penetration (triple?), shibari bondage, mind break, breath play, a lot of cum and dirty dirty dirty, impact play, name calling, uuhh a gangbang?, mention of vore
words: 1.4k
Note: Head empty, also thank you boo @bluecookies02 for beta reading for me <3
Have they lied to you? Maybe. This isn’t exactly part of the League’s so-called program for newcomers, you weren’t supposed to be tied up and hung from the ceiling like a rag doll for Dabi and Hawks to do whatever they want, fuck you however they wish. They called it endurance training, ‘who knows — maybe one day you’d end up ‘kidnapped’ by some hero and they would risk it all and fuck the truth out of you, spilling those juicy secrets you have on the League. Always better be safe than sorry right?’ Said the winged hero, if you could call him that.
“C’mon doll, don’t just give chicken little attention. Cock aren’t gonna suck itself.” If only Dabi knows how hard it is to keep track of everything that’s going on with that hazy mind of yours, perhaps he would’ve been more... considerate but that’s simply off the table. Dabi doesn’t care nor does he want to know how it feels like to be in your situation, fucked out like the little slut that you are and yet they’re still missing one person. Hawks’ too busy fucking you open to response to his partner in crime, simply grunting like a dog in heat before telling Dabi to go fuck himself. A low growl echoed around them as a pair of hands guided your head towards a pierced cock, pushing himself past those lips and into that warm spongy mouth of yours without much a warning. “Fuck... that’s it, you can take more than that couldn’t you? Just a little... more!” Dabi shoved himself down the rest of your throat before giving you the time to react, muffled sounds of gagging and choking are like music to his ears. “Don’t you dare to fucking throw up on my cock, you bitch.” As if you had any choice in this matter before a slap was landed across your cheek, it stings — it really did but the pleasure has long outweighed pain a long time ago.
“You really is a pain slut huh.” Keigo said from the other end of your body, still buried balls deep inside you before he suddenly thrust way too deep all of the sudden. Pressing hard against your cervix with his swollen cock, “Guess we don’t need to worry endurance to pain then.” The winged hero muses mockingly, a not so heroic smirk stretched across his lips. With every thrust the self-proclaimed hero gives you, Dabi’s cock sinks further into your throat and it continued for a while longer before Dabi pulled out just before you passed out from the lack of oxygen reaching your lungs.
“Shall we see how long you can hold your breath, doll?” Not very long, as expected Dabi isn’t patient enough to wait for you to answer before shoving his cock back down your throat, squeezing your cheeks until these lips plucker.
Chisaki is well known for his timing, always knows how to make an entrance by being at least half an hour later than the original meeting time. A heavy huff heard as the door swing open, only to reveal the tall dark hair masked man.
“Whatever this is, it better be worth my time.” Chikasa sighed through the door before freezing, brows knitted tightly together, disgust is clearly written over his face as he stares at the way you swallows around Dabi’s cock whilst the red pigeon of a man ruts into you. “What’s the meaning of this?” He asked, clearly baffled and unamused at the sight presented before him. Couldn’t they have save whatever this is for later?
“Oh good, you’re here.” Dabi said between his groans, hand tangled between your hair without a single sign of stopping. “Didn’t think you’d make it so we started early, don’t mind do you?” If anything Chisaki is glad they started with him, how could anyone bear the thought of sharing a fuck toy between them? Not that he intends to find out, just the thought of all those unknown bacteria and gems lingering is enough to make his skin itch. “That does not answer my question.”
However, before Chisaki’s question could be answered by either one of them; small weak muffled whines spilt from your stretched lips. Still stuffed with Dabi’s cock, “Shit, sorry sorry.” He snickered mockingly at you and the mess you’ve become, cheeks covered in a deeper shade of red than before — maybe he shouldn’t have pushed you this far. “C’mon, really? What else does it look like? Just called you in for a gangbang? No way.” Hawks’ wit made itself known, responding to the taller man’s question whilst his partner in crime is all too busy admiring the droll and slick tickling down your chin.
They both did a pretty good job at breaking you within the time given until there is nothing but babbles that leave those pretty swollen lips. “Why don’t you go ahead and tell him, doll? What we’re all doing here, doing to you.” It’s almost unfair how smooth and unaffected Dabi’s voice is as he whispers against the shell of your ear, cradling those red cheeks in his equally warm large hand. “C’mon doll, you know I don’t have the patience.” Dabi warns, digging crescent moons into your skin until those lips pluckers with a pop. You could just barely hear the devilish smirk plastered across his face, mind foggy and hazy from this forbidden pleasure that you didn’t know existed. Sex is supposed to be done with someone you love right? Or maybe you’re just too naive for your own good.
“End-Endurance training...” Those words slurred the second it left your mouth, swallowing thickly and breathlessly on those stray saliva as you glanced towards Chisaki with unfocused nodded eyes. Earning an expression of mere disgust, despite having his own question answered; Chisaki is still baffled as to the reason why he was called here. Did Dabi and Hawks think they could persuade him into joining this madness? What’s better than to have a professional show these armatures how it is done?
Consider yourself lucky that Chisaki is slightly agitated by this two duo, otherwise, you might end up on ao operating table instead whilst he breaks you mentally and physically before building you back up like a doll. What convinced him to say yes is still a mystery but you know better than to question any of their intentions when you’re at their mercy.
“Consider this a favour you owe me, now where do we begin?”
Your body still feels weightless as those fibres bites into your skin, leaving beautiful scarlet marks peeks from under the ropes. Chisaki, Dabi and Hawks have shifted you in more positions than you have ever known, the only consistent thing is how each of your holes is stuffed with their cock. Limbs bonded behind your back as they use you however they see fit, “Fuck me, dove. You’re literally dripping.” Hawk taunts, honey blonde eyes glued to the way your lips stretch beautifully around his cock. Head popping till your nose is tickled by those stray musky pobes, needless to say, he is quite please with how you’re coming along. No need for any further instructions and you know right away what he wants from you, the same goes with Dabi who’s now beneath you and Chisaki towering over you as he refuses to get any more dust on him than he already had.
“Think we’ve fucked open a new pussy.” Dabi snickered, there’s almost zero to none resistance whenever he buckles his hips into that ring ‘tight’ muscle. Creamed and gushing much like your cunt, “I’m surprised you two even managed to find something as lavish as this one.” Chisaki pointed it out, the low expectations he has for Dabi and Hawks are obvious. Hips moving lazily against yours, just barely grazing that sensitive spot you needed to unwind, again. Tipping up your cum and tear-stained face between his gloved fingers with brows narrowed, as much as he would like to find the appeal of the state you’re in; he simply couldn’t especially when those semi-transparent stains belong to someone else. This was merely a one-time thing, maybe next time Chisaki will have you as his own instead. A muttered curse and grunts each spilt over their lips when yet another orgasm race through your body, painting all possible entrance with white.
“Perhaps... perhaps you can be useful after all.” Chisaki muse breathlessly.
#bnha imagines#bnha smut#mha smut#mha imagines#hawks x reader#Dabi x reader#hawks x reader x dabi#overhaul x reader#chisaki x reader#tw’degradation#tw’dubcon#tw’dumbification#tw’bondage#tw’double penetration#tw’mind break#tw’breath play#basically filth#👁👄👁💦
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A long neighborhood birdwatching walk
I had hoped to go birdwatching with a friend today, but she ended up being too busy, so I decided not to drive anywhere and just went birdwatching in my own neighborhood (as usual). However, it was earlier in the afternoon than usual for me to set out (a little before 3) and I stayed out for over 2 hours. I saw many of the usual suspects, but also a few birds I hardly ever see, and exciting behavior in several:
SEVEN (7) band-tailed pigeons! I have only seen these 4 times, and the previous times I only saw one or two at a time.
I had a pretty good look at a red-shouldered hawk in a tree. It obligingly changed position so I could see it from more than one angle.
at least 10 chestnut-backed chickadees, not all at once. Four of them were involved in a dramatic chase-and-chatter situation. And earlier, I saw one with a twig that it flew back and forth with a few times before finally bringing it into what looked like a tree cavity/scar, so I think it was building a nest. (I reported this on eBird with breeding code NB; @lies, please tell me if that wasn’t the right thing to do) There may have been two chickadees there but I only saw one at a time, so I’m not sure.
2 red-breasted nuthatches, separately. One was enlarging a cavity in a wooden utility pole--presumably for nesting in, so I also reported this with breeding code NB.
3 bushtits, one of which was collecting fluffy plant material for a nest (reported as CN).
3 oak titmice, including two singing to each other
3 Bewick’s wrens (they’re so loud for such a tiny bird)
at least 2 house finches
Another bird that I reported as house/purple finch. It seemed to have a lot more red on it than most house finches I’ve seen, including down the back and near the rump, but I couldn’t get a clear enough look at the beak or the size to be sure it was a purple finch (which I don’t think I’ve ever seen). It was at a bird feeder.
two white-crowned sparrows
about 7 (maybe more) golden-crowned sparrows, which are less common
a very handsome yellow-rumped warbler that I got a good look at
a scrub jay
a Steller’s jay, which I got a very good look at
...plus a red-tailed hawk and the usual mourning doves, Anna’s hummingbirds, crows, lesser goldfinches, California towhees, and a junco.
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4/28/21 Loft Notes
Bird-Bird's bruising is almost gone.
Getting a late start on the day.
Today is the last meds day. ^v^
Liang's new mom has been texting every day to check in on her.
Last night, some one from Maryland got in touch with me about a Pigeon with a possible head injury.
They're trying to arrange a transport chain.
I forgot to hose the mats and mesh yesterday.
Chiffon must have laid her second egg last night.
It and a much bigger egg that I'm assuming to actually be Sprinks' are in Sprinks' nest, under her.
Patron: "Do pigeons notice differences in the size of eggs?"
Not really.
Patron: "Like, would a pigeon try to sit on an egg that would be clearly not from one of them because of its size, or would they just nope out?"
Would not give fuck one.
Is it smooth and vaguely oval? They'll sit it if they're broody.
Patron: "Now I'm picturing a pigeon trying to sit a chicken egg."
"Though eggs from Giant Runts are probably about chicken sized..."
Yep!
Pigeons will sit dove eggs.
Doves will sit pigeon eggs.
Patron: "What about color?"
Ginger tread Danica
What about color?
Columbid eggs are all white.
Patron: "I think ------ meant will they sit an egg if it’s a different color. Like if you gave them a dyed egg"
Oh. Sorry.
I know some have sat wrapped chocolate eggs before while their care takers got them fakes, so I don't think they care.
Suki has barred me from cleaning out Wess' box.
She has legit just been glaring this whole time.
I may not get to clean that today. XD
She keeps fighting sleep, but won't leave that spot. XD
Managed to clean Wess' box while Suki was gone.
She came storming back in as I was setting him down. XD
Satin maaay be pushing things a bit. XD
He tried to drive Chiffon in to brood with Sprinks.
Chiffon is amenable to this and keeps trying to take her turn on the eggs, but Sprinks is NOT into that!
Patron: "Polyamorous trio"
I'd say duo. Sprinks is absolutely not ok with anything involving Chiffon.
Her consent was not asked in this arrangement, and she is PISSED!
Ferdi at least gave his wives separate housing.
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