#I love bird symbolism so much

[pineapple-cheese-bread]

I was typing out descriptions of wings for an ATLA wing au I think about/ may or may not want to fully write, and I gave Zuko Phoenix wings and obviously his left wing is burned and damaged to the point he can't fly any more.

But I was writing the description of them after he meets Ran and Shaw (Or during the final Agni kai still in debate) but essentially, they heal and look nice cause he's been 'reborn' in a sense.

Like it makes sense thematically, but know I'm fighting with myself on if I'm just doing the 'Magically heals disability' trope?

There are two wolves inside of me, one wants to keep his wing injured and keep him unable to fly and the other wants the wing healed cause its a Phoenix wing and is meant to symbolize rebirth and renewal.

Any thoughts or suggestions?

[laniemae]

was just thinking

[im-making-an-effort]

Here’s my rendition of @diejager’s eldritch!reader’s true form. I might draw a more text-accurate version later, but this is what I imagined they’d look like from the amazing fic I read from their page. Check them out! They’re a great writer if you’re looking for darker/mature/taboo fics and I adore their work.

You know the drill- click for better quality.

I’ve added @bluegiragi’s 141 (as I believe that’s the au this fic takes place in) for scale :)

[good-beanswrites]

I already brought this up, but for quicker reference:

Order of Attack: Mahiru nightmare sequence about Kotoko's attacks. Gotta round out the guilty trio.

Feel free to not prioritize this. :D

LISTEN, I CAN'T BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THE ANGST THAT YOU REQUEST (<- made myself sad over Mappi and worries I may be in trouble for this one). Obligatory "I don't hate Kotoko and think she's very complex but from these character's pov I had to make her solely scary I'm sorry." And of course I was prioritizing this 👀👀👀 I really loved your nightmare sequences, I tried to make one that completed the set but was still unique!! Thank you for the request >:3

TW for referencing her bf's suicide, and descriptions of the attack injuries

“Aw, come on, you can tell me~” Yuno turned her attention away from where she’d been helping Mahiru with dinner. “Both Fuuta and Amane have had nightmares about her. Hell, I’ve had a nightmare or two about her. I won’t think you’re a mean person for admitting it.”

“I’m not lying,” Mahiru insisted. Her lips rounded into a little pout.

Yuno studied her expression. The girl had a way of really looking at someone when she wanted to. Sometimes it was a wonderful feeling – her gaze could be full of understanding, warmth. You were seen. You were heard. She saw you for all that you were. 

But in times like these, Mahiru found herself shifting under the pressure of it. Yuno was truly seeing her. She could see how Mahiru’s smile was frozen in its forced shape these past few weeks. She could see the way she flinched at loud noises, or how all the blood drained from her face when Kotoko’s voice echoed from the room next door. In waking, there was no doubt Mahiru was afraid of her. In sleep, though…

Yuno took her hands in both of hers.

“Then… what do you dream about?”

—

Mahiru was in the woods. She was running, her feet bare, her breath hitching. 

At first, she thought she was fleeing something. Danger and death loomed around her. The trees closed in. The canopy plunged her into darkness. The branches reached out to tear at her flowered dress, or snag on her hair. The trees pressed close to suffocate her. She grabbed at her throat. 

At some point, it became clear she was running towards something. A figure came into her view, just ahead. Though he didn’t appear to be running, she couldn’t catch up to him. She had to. He was in danger. She had to get to him. She had to stop him. 

He entered a clearing up ahead. Mahiru could just barely see into it. She tried to scream out, begging him to stop, but no words came out of her wheezing mouth. She could stop everything, she could stop all of this, if only –

She burst through the clearing. The figure, now a young woman, stood in the center. She faced away. 

Mahiru tried again to tell Kotoko to stop, but it didn’t matter whether or not she could speak, now; it was too late. 

On the ground below, between tree roots and scattered leaves, lay two small bodies.  

Mahiru’s hands flew to cover her mouth. Her legs grew weak with horror. There was blood everywhere, and bones bent at wrong angles. Fuuta’s limbs were twisted and limp. Amane had curled herself to cover her face, blood streaming from between her fingers.

 Kotoko, too, had red-stained hands. She surveyed her work with pride.

“What… have you done…?”

Slowly, Kotoko turned. Mahiru wanted to turn around and run before those bloodthirsty eyes could land on her. Her legs stayed frozen in place even as her heart raced in her chest. 

Kotoko met her gaze. Then, she gave a gentle smile.

“Thank you.”

Mahiru stumbled back a few steps.

“You let this happen.” 

“No…”

“You did. You could have stopped this, but you didn’t. Thank you.”

“I-I didn’t –! This isn’t – ! I thought –”

“You knew this was going to happen.” She spoke a familiar name, and Mahiru shook her head violently. “You knew what he was planning. You had plenty of chances to stop him. You didn't. You knew what I was planning. You know how to calm people down, how to bring groups together. But you didn’t speak to me once about it. You wanted this to happen.”

“I didn’t!” She said it frantically, unsure if she was trying to convince Kotoko, the two beaten prisoners, herself, or someone else. “I didn’t.” The statement was true, but it didn’t change anything that Kotoko had said.

The forest closed in. Kotoko reached a hand out, beckoning to her.

“We make a good team, don’t we?”

“No…” 

Mahiru was struck with the thought that she didn’t want to take hold of such a disgusting hand, only to glance down at her own. They were just as slick with blood. She let out a shriek.

It was Amane’s. It was Fuuta’s. It was his. 

Mahiru’s legs finally gave out on her. When she looked up, Kotoko was still smiling.

“So… who will be next?” 

—

Mahiru slipped away from Yuno’s grasp. 

“Oh, don’t you worry about little old me!” She turned back to their work. She brushed her hands off on her apron, giving them an extra swipe for good measure. “I promise, Kotoko isn’t the villain in my dreams.”

[aerial-jace]

Theatre-style incense burners my beloved. Easily my favorite kind of artifact. I weep for the fact that the vast majority of the ones found outside Teotihuacan were looted and ended up in the hands of private collectors.

(Photos from this amazing catalogue on the website of Fundación La Ruta Maya.)

[fluxedbuds]

o boy new life series cant wait to Stop Watching As Soon As Someone Permadies

[sysig]

Some more Just Desserts pets, and thinking about Candy Mers again (Patreon)

Also ft. the pigeon study I did, what a cute bird!

[sco07ut]

sorry rvb followers i’m just slightly insane over ghosts at the moment 🫶

the other day i was listening to some music when green finch and linnett bird happened to start playing and it absolutely broke me. it’s such a thomas/isabelle song (more specifically isabelle’s pov living out the rest of her days with francis and reminiscing over the brief frisson she had with thomas)

but then that was too agonising so to make it up to myself i settled on a modern au where they both live and develop an adorable qpr with each other <333 (you can claw aro!thomas from my cold cold dead hands)

[springmagpies]

It doesn’t matter how many times I read the series, every time I finish The Hunger Games series I sob uncontrollably. Everything about it is complete artistic and literary genius. And the fact that when I finish the movie series I get that same effect, leaving me sitting staring at my screen absolutely bawling just proves how incredible the series as a whole is.

[vullcanica]

WHAT FORM WOULD YOUR DAEMON TAKE?

Perching bird

Your daemon would take the form of a perching bird! Those who have perching bird daemons are intelligent and like finding patterns, though unlike other bird daemons they are more chatty and social. They enjoy putting their inner thoughts into words and wearing their heart on their sleeves.

What perching bird is your daemon?

Blackbird

Your daemon would take the form of a blackbird! You are an alluring and knowledgable individual who knows how to play to their strengths. More so than others with perching bird daemons, those with blackbirds are at ease in a crowd and easily express their feelings. They appreciate new experiences and are highly competent and resourceful.

Tagged by: held at gunpoint by @aercnaut 💗

[jamietarttsdaddyissues]

Newest addition to my therapy office thanks to my amazing partner @sapphicwiles - the same drinking bird that Sharon has!

[spiiderpunk]

Congrats on making it another year! I hope you have a wonderful day

im near tears, this is THE sweetest thing anyone did for me, thank you so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[cookinary]

Oh look, an actual (and updated) reference for Mortis

[finchsthoughts]

Crying and sobbing . I love birds so much . I love looking into their meanings and their colors and their songs . I love looking at Finches and Warblers and just falling in love . I am so happy

[4brussels]

i have been obsessed with these two images

the first one i found when i googled "syringe". it appeared in one of those shopping things at the top of the images page

the second one was sent to me by a friend who said it was a very "me" image

i agree 100% i cannot get over this stupid bird image

if it weren't for the DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bird image i would probably have Big Syringe as my discord pfp instead

DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mako-bones]

Getting a new tattoo in March 😩