#aviary action!

[theknucklehead]

[nightmaretherabbit]

🏥 the brides that tried to eat Wally if that’s ok

Birds? You mean birds?

Draw the in a nurses outfit

Here's the a birds-

(yes I'm aware his name is spelled wrong....I'm too lazy to fix it-)

[willmelon]

if i’m going to be the first one to (platonically) ship esther and wally i want to be the one to name the ship..........wallyesther

[aclowntiny]

can you plz do first _ with yuyu for example: first kiss, first hand holding, first ily, first date, first puppy etc ><

CONGRATS BTW YKU WORKED SO HARD AND I AM SO PROUD!!!

Ooh I like this I would have never thought of that! So cute 🥺 can't wait to do this with all the members! & thank you sweetie 🥹🥰

Yunho + Firsts (Gender Neutral Reader)

(This picture gives off such out with your bf vibes 🥺)

First Date: He may have asked you out beneath beautiful blossoms, but your first date is at the zoo. He bounces like a puppy at the adorable way the baby pandas roll, holding out his phone for videos. There’s a photo op that gives you panda ears, so of course Yunho pulls you over to it for a shot! You guys probably also get matching gift shop plushies too.

First Time Holding Hands: On your first date! It’s a little step forward in affection for sure, but it feels right even though it happens by accident. It’s a bit of a run to get to the next round of aviary entrances and Yunho really wants to make it, to get a chance to feed the beautiful birds and maybe even have them land on you! In his excitement he grabs your hand, tugging you into his little jog to the pay booth.

First Kiss: You guys have a few dates before the first kiss. Neither of you mind, enjoying each other’s company and valuing that more than anything physical- Yunho makes that clear from the start! He wants that moment to be very traditional and romantic, so he knows the moment will come to him when it’s right. That moment comes at your doorstep after your first nice dinner together, when he tells you what a wonderful time he had, reminds you how beautiful you are, before cupping your cheek lightly and following your leaning lead to connect your lips.

First ‘I Love You’: It isn’t something you do, some concrete action that sets the gears turning in Yunho’s head. It’s just the joy, the sheer completion he feels in your presence, the way you don’t have to do anything to make him smile. Facts about each other fall naturally from both of your lips. So when he sees you all dressed up for an extra nice night out, smiling up to your eyes not at the gifts in his hand, but at him, it only cements his decision. When you ask him why he’s showering you with all that he is, he smiles widely and the answer comes out as easy as it would be to say his own name. “Because I love you, (y/n), that’s why.”

First Fight: In all honesty, it takes a long time for you guys to fight. Yunho isn’t an aggressive or argumentative person, so he doesn’t get angry easily or enjoy picking fights. The argument you guys have is small, but it feels heavier due to being your first fight. He hadn’t been sure if he could make plans of yours and cancelled last minute. You completely understood, but it was still very upsetting so you snapped a little and he shot back. You guys felt terrible and apologized quickly, though, hearts dropping at the thought of hurting the other.

First Anniversary: The first milestone is your hundred days. Yunho goes very classic, taking you out to lunch in the cutest café he could find and gifting you a set of matching couple rings! And playfully swapping them, of course, to see if each one fits both of you! By the look in his eyes as he slides your ring on your finger, you wonder if he’s thinking about another chance he could have to do that a little further down the line…

First Pet: Your first pet is a puppy! We all think of Yuyu as a dog person, and I think this would fully carry through as he muses on wanting a puppy, prompting you to surprise him for Valentine’s Day with the new fluffy baby! It’s important to adopt, not shop, so to get your golden retriever you research a rescue. You know he’s yours the moment you see him, big and wide-eyed as he jumps into your arms. When he came there, it was with a broken leg, and your heart melts at the pictures of him in his little cast. Yunho names him Hero because your little man is a survivor 💛

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 21st April ✨

Here are the shows which got me through a particularly heavy set of night shifts! 😌

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E78) The music in this episode was so sad 😭. Of COURSE Frank hadn’t considered the emotional nature of the tether in his research. Jesus 🙄. Leo needs to start running this show ASAP.

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (148) I’m absolutely obsessed with Buck’s glow up. Honestly, goals. What an interesting cast of characters we have aboard this ship, I can’t wait to spend more time with them. Dashiell reporting to have never met Valerie snuffs out one of my early theories … unless he’s lying! I’m so scared for Shelby and Clem! The action writing has always been amazing in this show but the TENSION this season. I can’t cope. Also, that body at the end! A reference to the circle of fifths?? I’m gonna get emotionally wrecked by the murderer reveal, I can already tell.

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (18) oh these Augurians are so lovely and mystical but I was hit by a wave of sadness thinking about one old soul whose aviary is down to one single bird companion and then getting the prophecy of when it will die 🥺 But my sad thoughts were soon drowned out by the 🚨HOLDING HANDS ALARM🚨. Good grief, they’re bloody adorable.

🎙️WTNV (246) I’m so glad we actually got to hear this story!! I couldn’t agree more, Abby, it is not incomprehensible that two living people could haunt each other. I’m reminded of a fave Everything Everything lyric ‘if he’s dead, he’s not a deadbeat dad’…. you feel me?

🏛 @the-mistholme-museum (ERASED) oh, boy, I sure hope this episode title is just a fun word which begins with E and not a reference to what’s happened with HoResearch! Anyone down to make a petition for one more season where the guide just talks to itself? It’s so cute!!

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (12) oh god, I bloody hate mascots/clowns and this is not helping at all….

🍎 @notquitedeadpod (XXXVI) I don’t like listening to Alfie cry 😭 forgive me, but I’m mentally not ready to give up on the idea of Cas coming back. I believe that Haley believes in what she’s telling Alfie but I’m also like… babes, you maybe want to ask your consultant about that? I need to relisten with a notepad or something to get this new biology lore down because it’s so interesting!!

I’m thinking about starting Hi Nay or Small Victories this week, I’ve heard such good things about both of them! If you have a particular fave or if there’s a show you think I’d prefer more - let me know!!

[ntls-24722]

The Founding of Serendipolis

The very first tri-species society was founded on a truce to kill this one zebraman who managed to piss off all of the villages in his vicinity in ONE afternoon

As legend goes, there was a Zebraman named "Serendipus" (english translation, his name becomes the homo mousike word for "serendipity" much like how Narcissus became "narcissist") whose story can be summed up as "if the protagonists in an action movie's chase scene got consequences." He made his fatal mistake stealing from a lone zebraelf, and when he was confronted, he kicked the zebraelf and ran.

Of course, with the zebraelves' community, that one zebraelf came for him with reinforcements, and while fleeing, Serendipus wreaked havoc and destruction in his path while he ran through his village - trampling everyone's crops, destroying random booths, and knocking over Cloe aviaries in the hopes of stopping the relentless zebraelves after him.

He found himself at the outskirts of his village and ran for shelter in a Debu cave... in the middle of a funeral. If screaming at the deceased's corpse wasn't disrespectful enough, knocking over a pot of oil and starting a fire when Serendipus was fleeing sure was!

With nowhere else to go, Serendipus tried going home now that he had evaded the Zebraelves, but his fellow zebramen didn't want him back either, for obvious reasons - So the exiled Serendipus had to take to the wilderness on his own. But the zebraelves and debu hadn't gotten payment for their grievances, and neither did any of the zebramen who were in Serendipus's path of destruction.

The 3 neighboring species overcame language barriers, prejudices, and even past grudges all for the sake of finding and KILLING serendipus together, tracking him down like bloodhounds on a scent and turning him into red mist when they found him.

Though, after that experience, the truce never... ended. Interspecies bonds had been made between the new generations and after a few years, the three neighboring societies merged into one, becoming the wealthiest city in all of their times.

At the very center of this city, there is this circular relief carved of Serendipus with his everything broken after they finally found the fucker much that is much the Coyolxauhqui stone. Despite their mutual hatred, they do admit they never would've gotten together if it weren't for his negligence, and quite frankly, they all could admit he was fun to disembowel.

[exceptionimagines]

Lying In Wait

(Not my gif)

(Changing the meeting scenario yet again so enjoy this little post that contains the old one: not the one where you have a boyfriend.)

- Have you ever seen a hawk in person? Not in a zoo or an aviary: somewhere where they're caged and confined to one area, stripped of the necessity to act according to nature. No, I mean seeing one completely out in the wild, being in the woods or even your own backyard when it just suddenly ...appears.

- Because that's what they do. They simply appear. If you live in an area where they're common, where they typically frequent, you learn what to look out for, what the tell-tale signs of their presence are. You don't hear them, but you do hear what comes in preparation of them: the utter silence of everything around you. One minute the sparrows are chittering noisily, and the next they're dead silent; like they can feel them in the wind.

- It creates a tangible feeling. A pin prickling sensation that tells you that, regardless of whether or not you are bigger or stronger than them, there is something out there in the wild, watching, and waiting and hunting. If you look hard enough, you might just find them, but it won't be before they've found you: their piercing eyes immediately pinning you down in place. There's something about their gaze that's chilling: beautiful, and wild, and calculated; almost to a point that's beyond your understanding.

- That's what it feels like when you meet Jerry Dandridge for the first time. Like you're locked in the gaze of something predatory: something foreign and dangerous. Something that is simply lying in wait, lingering in plain sight until the perfect moment to strike.

- It's why you're baffled when all of your neighbors are seemingly charmed by him: having nothing to say but good things whenever he comes up in conversation. You're not denying the fact that he's an attractive man, anyone with eyes will quickly realize that he's closer to a model than a regular person, but you're somewhat unnerved by the fact that no one else seems to notice how ...odd he is.

- Admittedly, when you first began avoiding him, it was entirely because he was so attractive. You're a reserved person, someone who typically keeps to themselves and the thought of approaching the statuesque figure of your newest neighbor; of attempting to endure an entire conversation without making a fool of yourself, is daunting, to say the least. Forget about letting him into your home and entertaining him one on one....

- But it was because of your avoidance that Jerry began to take an interest in you. Everyone else in your quiet suburb had welcomed him with open arms, making it all too easy to gain access to them and their homes, but nothing he did seemed to convince you to trust him; to convince you to let him inside. He isn't used to having to try so hard; especially not with someone who fits his main demographic, so he finds himself determined to wear you down; while also trying to figure you out in the process.

- You'll find yourself being pulled into conversations with him, being interrupted with knocks on your door early in the night or with offers of assistance whenever you seemingly need it. You rarely indulge him by accepting but it doesn't deter him from trying again another day, embarrassing you with all of the attention and the special treatment.

- Anyone who witnesses his actions will smile at you "knowingly", tease you about how Jerry's seemingly taken a liking to you and how lucky you are because of it. They look at you with envy; eyes blazing when he excuses himself from them in favor of approaching you, but their envy makes them oblivious, makes them blind to your discomfort.

- You don't understand why he's so intent on getting to know you, why it seems to matter so much to him that he has your approval and that you consider him a friend. There's something so ...artificial about it. About the way that he smiles and tries to connect with you, like his actions are a means to an end rather than a genuine desire for connection. And the longer his attempts to draw you in continue, the stranger he begins to behave....

- As smart as Jerry is, when it comes to you, he sort of creates a self-fulfilling prophecy. The more you refuse his bids for connection; the longer you treat him like the wolf in sheep's clothing that he is, the more frustrated and certain that he becomes: certain that you're onto him and that you've somehow realized that there is something inherently wrong with him.

- It's the frustration that makes him sloppy. The impatience that he feels when continuously being denied access to you. The carefully constructed facade begins to slip, and the atmosphere begins to change. He grows desperate and that desperation is palpable.

- He sorts through every trick in his book, hopping erratically from one thing to another, hoping that something sticks and makes you finally take to him like everyone else. He's scrambling to get you to trust him, to want him, to reach out to him, but nothing seems to be working, not like it usually does. Which only makes him want you even more.

- There's a thrill in the hunt, in being found out and sensing the fear that fills his prey once they finally realize what they're dealing with. It's a game of cat and mouse, one that he always ends up winning, and the anticipation of it is both infuriating and intoxicating. He deems you a worthy opponent and that's part of what keeps you alive. He needs a chance to stake you out, to try and figure out exactly how much you know, and how dangerous a little thing like you can be; not that he genuinely thinks that you could ever beat him.

- A part of him is intrigued by the fact that you've figured him out so quickly: that you sniffed him out from the get-go; never once faltering in your distrust. Your neighbors assure him that you're just shy, but your eyes hold the truth: the shifting discomfort that he's used to seeing when he starts picking off residents one by one.

- At first he finds your avoidance alluring. You're his perfect victim: someone who isolates themselves; unused to attention and affection. He works best with people who are crying out for something more, people who are different and yearning for someone to understand. People who are vulnerable and easy to forget about.

- But then you just don't break. You continue to keep your walls up and remain unobtainable, and it's so ...different. Frustrating, of course, but different, and different is exciting.

- Admittedly, you find him exciting as well. The attention is initially quite flattering, and though you try not to read too far into it, it feels nice to be noticed; especially by an attractive man like himself. Though, the more he notices you, the more you start feeling like he's actually kind of a creep. You're gearing more towards sex offender than creature of the night, of course; maybe a serial killer Ted Bundy style, but it's his unusual strangeness that gives you pause.

- Boundaries aren't usually in the vocabulary of men like him, so it surprises you when he refuses to enter your home, seemingly itching for you to let him in; straining against the door frame, yet never crossing the threshold himself. ...And that's just the start of it....

- It takes you a little while to realize it, to figure out why the hairs on the backs of your arms start to stand up at random, skin crawling with sudden anxiety. When you finally do, it's because you've realized that the animals of your home have become palpably tense, perfectly still and quiet for no reason, like there's something there that bothers them. But there's nothing, nothing at all and you coo at them in confusion, trying to get them to relax ...until the doorbell suddenly rings...

- Jerry materializes out of nowhere, gone one moment and right next to you the next; stepping just that tad bit too close whenever no ones around to see it. He never appears in the daylight, and it's not the whole "I work nights" thing either. He doesn't leave his house during the day, sure, but he does leave it in the evening, yet only when there's cloud cover; when the sun is low enough in the sky that you can't see it over the houses or feel the warmth of it's presence. It all makes you start to wonder....

- You feel ridiculous claiming that your neighbor is a vampire; even when it's only spoken to yourself. You feel ridiculous doing your research, of being afraid of the dark like a little kid, thinking about all of the monsters that go bump in the night. You resent the fact that you're scared of the setting sun, that you're scared of braving just a few steps outside your door, that you've developed a habit of going over all your belongings twice just to ensure that you haven't forgotten anything before going in for the night.

- Oh god, your phone.

- Your phone that's sitting in the center console of your car, plugged in and charging since you drained the battery at work; not sitting nicely in your bag as per usual. It has your work schedule, it has your alarm, it has a handful of other important things that you need before you go to bed, but it's already dark out: dark and quiet and completely abandoned. You contemplate if you really need it, then you curse yourself for being so stupid. The answer is yes, yes you really need it, so you scope out the area and hype yourself up, walking on two nervous legs as you quickly make your way over to your car.

- Your phone is right where you left it and you quickly grab it, moving to shut your car door before you happen a glance up and immediately still in place, noticing a figure standing in the distance. You think to run back to your front door as quickly as possible but you just can't do it. You're not sure which outcome will be better for you. When you're alone in a dark forest, unsure of what is out there and how hostile it might be, do you call out for help or do you remain silent?

- You stay perfectly still, eyes locked on the dripping red that's stained across Jerry's mouth, being hurriedly wiped from his lips as he begins walking away from the car that he just came from. It only takes him a moment to sense your presence and he doesn't even do you the justice of pretending to look around, of pretending he doesn't immediately know exactly where you are, his eyes locking on your figure as he begins to come to a stop.

- He watches you intently, reading your expression as you simply stand and stare, frozen in place as he tilts his head and starts to smirk. The expression makes your stomach drop, the satisfaction in it, the vagueness of it's cause. He begins walking towards you, and the idea of running crosses your mind yet again. Yet your legs no longer listen to the pleas, completely immobile, weak and quivering as he stops a few feet away from you, studying you as you stand there stupidly, clutching your oh so important phone in hand.

"You're not usually out this late," He comments and it takes you a moment to respond, to will your tongue to move and your lips to purse and press and open. "I would know."

"I forgot...I forgot my phone." You finally answer, swallowing thickly as Jerry merely continues to smile. He knows that he has you right where he wants you; even you know that: that you're cornered and helpless, and that nothing you do will change that.

- He closes the distance and you tense even further, close to trembling as he leans in and nearly brushes against you, gently closing your car door and leaning against it as he inhales deeply. He studies your face up close, taking in every nervous tick and twitch and freckle. And then he finally speaks....

"You better get to bed." He tells you, and it takes you a while to process what he's saying. It only makes him smile wider, watching you buffer in response to his comment.

- You know he's telling you to start walking to your door, and all you can think is that this is it: that you'll turn your back and he'll pounce. But it's all you have left to do, to buckle up and endure it, to knowingly take the walk towards nothingness and face it head on. You swallow hard as you turn away from him, screwing your eyes together tightly and willing yourself to accept it.

- Every second ticks by agonizingly slowly once you begin the trek to your door. You wait to feel him grab you, to sink his teeth into your flesh at any minute and tear you from this Earth in one fell swoop. But when you get to your door without an issue, you happen a glance behind you and find him gone. You go inside safe and sound, collapsing to the ground and panting wildly as you try to calm yourself, clutching your phone so tightly that you're surprised it doesn't break.

- It is now, without a fraction of a doubt, that you realize that Jerry is a vampire: the tragedy of this being that there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. You and Jerry both know that this is the case, that you're powerless to stop him, and that nothing you can do will give you any sort of leverage against him. If you tell anyone, they'll think you're crazy. If you attempt to arm yourself, you risk the chance of endangering yourself even further with faulty stereotypes. You're all alone in this, and you haven't the slightest idea of what to do, if there even is anything for you to do.

- Waiting. That's what you're forced to resort to. Sitting and waiting for the moment to come when Jerry finally decides to deal with you; to resolve the stand still that the two of you have recently come to....

- He seems to find it all very satisfying: watching you try and anticipate his actions; squirming under his gaze with both fear and the urge to act out. He takes pleasure in provoking you, in reminding you of your shared secret and the obliviousness of the people around you: smiling at you mockingly and trying to spur you into doing or saying something in front of your mutual neighbors that will make you seem like the crazy one. A reminder that no matter what you do, no matter what the truth is, you'll never be able to warn or convince anyone, and you'll never be able to save them from him....

- Unluckily for you, or perhaps luckily, Jerry finds your scent intoxicating: it's a big part of what keeps you alive for so long. He wants to play with you, to make the most of your time together and to indulge in the exquisite aroma of your fear. Though it isn't just your fear that attracts him. Soon, everything about you becomes intoxicating, and it leads to a small obsession: one that causes him to grow bolder and more bothersome than ever....

- It's this emboldened behavior that causes you to confront him and subsequently jumpstart your future relationship.

- You've tried keeping your family away from you for as long as possible, not wanting to risk their safety by having them come over to your home and potentially run into your vampiric neighbor. But at some point, your excuses stop working and you find yourself being ambushed with a visit, one you try your hardest to end before the sun begins to set. Unfortunately for you, it doesn't end up happening, and as you gather the last of your mothers things, you hear her begin to converse with someone outside.

- You rush out into your front lawn and feel your anger surge as you catch your mother laughing and talking to the man that you so desperately wanted her to avoid. You usher her to her car as quickly as possible, blood boiling as they continue to call out pleasantries to one another. She teases you about your attractive neighbor as she sits behind the wheel, urging you to shoot your shot before she sends him one last wave and a wink, driving out of your neighborhood as you stand there and seethe.

"What was that?" You growl at him, quickly closing in on the man as he simply smiles at you. You're furious, furious that he spoke to her, that he purposefully left his home to make sure that the two of them met.

"I think that was your mothers attempt at getting us together. I have to admit, I have thought about it myself-" He replies teasingly before you interrupt him.

"What do you want from me?" You growl, pushing at his chest and forcing him backwards. You're so fed up, so caught up in the high wired emotions that have built and built for the past few weeks that you don't even care about the consequences anymore. If you were more relaxed, you probably would have been surprised by how easily he went along with you, how he let you act as you as though you even held a candle to his strength.

"Easy." He breathes at you, chuckling with amusement as he takes in your anger, his teeth glinting in the low light of the evening.

"What do you want from me?" You seethe, hands gripping tightly to his shirt sleeves as you hold him against your garden gate.

"What do you think I want?" He smiles, hands coming up to tease at your flesh, returning your touch as he catches your arms and steadies both of your positions. His eyes twinkle, as if he's enjoying this entire thing.

"I don't care about what your plans for me are. I don't care if you want to sit around like a creep and torment me: ring my doorbell at all hours of the night and stand in my garden like Michael Myers. I mean it, I don't care. Just stay the hell away from my family. They have nothing to do with this." You hiss, disregarding the way he raises his eyebrows at your choices of words and the way that he licks his lips, entertained by your ferocious display.

- You pull away from him, arms jerking angrily from his grasp before you're immediately pulled right back in. It's only then that the severity of your actions begin to dawn on you: the swiftness of his grasp shocking you; the strength of it making it increasingly obvious that he let you move him and not that you managed it on your own.

"You know. I really think we got off on the wrong foot," He says with a smile, almost joking in his delivery of the line. He furrows his brows when he begins speaking again, nodding at you as if to implore you to agree. "I think this has gone on long enough, don't you think?"

- The words send a chill down your spine, and you watch as he breathes in deeply, inhaling the air around you before he shivers, pulling you closer as you struggle against him, trying to squirm away. You tense as he leans in, sniffing along the column of your throat as you remain momentarily paralyzed. He ends it with a flourish, faltering inches from your lips, close enough that you feel as though he's about to kiss you, his breath hitting your face.

- You catch his blackened eyes, catch a glimpse of his growing teeth, and your brain seems to finally catch up with you, realizing what's about to happen just in time for you to do something about it. He opens his mouth in preparation just as you fish the crucifix out of your pocket and shove it against his cheek. He quickly whips his head away, momentarily releasing you as he hisses, the holy metal searing into his skin and giving you enough of a distraction to get away.

- He wants to go after you immediately, but he's quickly drawn to the sound of a neighbor who's leaving their house: one who's just seen what's happened and is standing paralyzed in shock at the sight of "charming" Jerry who's just seemingly assaulted you. He turns to the man as he clutches his cheek, smiling at him as he tries to play it cool.

"Lovers quarrel." He jokes, but he can immediately see that the man doesn't believe him. He quickly heads over to your door, watching as they hurriedly go inside their own home and undoubtedly begin to tell their wife what they've seen. He knows that he can't get away with disposing of Mr. Brenner and his family, that the town will quickly notice and that it will compromise his cover, so the only choice he has left is to use you.

"Y/n, we need to talk," He knocks on your door, speaking quietly through the wood; knowing that you're able to hear him even though you don't respond. "You're a smart girl, y/n, and I'm not just saying that. It isn't easy to get away from me so consider me impressed."

"Since you're a smart girl, I want to make a deal with you. You go over to the Brenner's house, you tell them that we had a little argument and that everything is fine, that it was a misunderstanding between boyfriend and girlfriend, ...and you'll save yours and that entire family's lives. All you have to do is play along. And I think that's better than the alternative, don't you?" Well you don't have much of a choice, now do you?

- You slowly open the door, peering at him warily as you do your best to pull yourself together. He smiles at you, praising you for making the better decision as you step outside and begin walking across the street. You knock on the Brenner's door, forcing a smile onto your face as the older man answers. Once he see's that its you, he asks if you're alright, visibly becoming relieved when you assure him that you are.

- You do your best to act a bit embarrassed as you explain the story that you've been told to give to him: telling him that you and Jerry had a bit of a fight, that you're actually kind of seeing each other, and that things just got a little heated. You apologize for scaring him and the fact that he had to see all of that, sharing a laugh as he insists that it's fine and that he was just worried you were in danger. You both say goodnight and you make your way back to Jerry who's standing on your porch.

"Aren't you gonna invite me in?" He asks, glancing over to Mr. Brenner who's watching you through his window, seemingly still a bit suspicious. You hesitate, not thinking that allowing him access to your safe space would ever be a part of the deal.

"Of course." You insist phonily, smiling at him as though your stomach isn't completely in knots, opening your door and letting him enter your home for the first time since meeting him....

- Now that you're "officially" a couple, you're forced to act along whenever you're in front of your neighbors. You're forced to pretend as though nothing is wrong as Jerry pulls you into him, kissing and cuddling you in order to make this act of yours convincing. You don't think it's as much of a burden to him as it is to you. Frankly, you think he actually enjoys it.

- A lot of the time, he acts as though this arrangement of yours is more than that: that you're genuinely a couple or; at the very least, that he isn't forcing your hand. You find yourself beginning to struggle when trying to differentiate between all of your feelings for Jerry: where your obligation to him ends and your genuine attraction to him begins.

- Jerry is naturally magnetic. His presence is erosive, stripping you down to your weakest state and jumbling your nerves. There's a fine line between hunger and lust, and Jerry's personality embodies this line; creating this palpable desire that burns you up on the inside. You hate that he has an effect on you, but you cannot deny that it is there, and that very fact keeps you up at night.

- One evening, you get a knock on your door and when you open it, you're met with the Brenner's eldest son. He's hushed when he tells you that he knows what's going on with Jerry, that he knows you're not a couple, and that the two of you can work together to stop him. You want so badly to divulge everything, to grasp onto your only current ally and finally admit the truth that you've had to keep secret for so long. But you can't.

- You look at him, look at his baby fat and his nervous eyes, at the promise of a future that's written all over his face. You look at him and you lie. You tell him that you know what things may look like but that it's not really the case. That you believed it for a minute there too, but that Jerry isn't anything and that you're in a happy relationship with him.

- He tries to insist that he knows the truth, to tell you that you don't have to be afraid, but you simply shake your head; giving him a reassuring smile as you tell him to believe you: hoping that you're either convincing him or that your behavior is enough to make him comprehend the danger that's at hand. You see the look in his eyes before you feel Jerry behind you.

"Talking about me?" He asks, voice lighthearted and teasing but you're smart enough to sense the edge.

"Just clearing things up." You tell him, smiling back at him and towards the boy standing on your front step.

"Good, good. ...Have a goodnight Daniel." He tells him before closing the door around you, caging you with his body.

"You've really gotten good at all of this, y/n. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked having me around." He tells you, cupping the back of your neck as you turn towards him, smiling down at you reassuringly, almost affectionately. "Why don't we go watch something, hmm?"

- You're beginning to come to terms with the fact that this is your fate. That in the process of saving your life, you've subsequently surrendered ownership of it, and that this ownership was handed over to him. That there is no getting rid of Jerry Dandridge and that you'll be forced to stay by his side until he decides otherwise.

- The thing is, you're also beginning to find yourself concerningly okay with that....

[mx-metronome]

Meditations on Eden 3

I talk a lot about moths. Eye of Eden spoilers under the cut, naturally

I used to make the pilgrimage much more often. All 63. Once a week. I hammered out the ascended candles I needed to purchase every single wing buff. Then all the Elder Masks when they were first introduced. But now? Now Eden provides no tangible currency that means anything to me. There’s only one reward for me left of any significance:

I go for the moths.

I was a very independent moth, veterans never had the opportunity to guide me. Perhaps it was because they turned their nose up at me, a greenhorn, a nuisance. Perhaps it was simply because I never sat still long enough to let them help me. At this point, it isn’t my business to know.

I remember my first ascension. I remember large swaths of sky kids traveling up the mountain together, not even giving me a passing glance. I tried to follow their footsteps but they were much too fast.

I didn’t struggle with the krill, but I did struggle with the flying rocks. I knew there was a rhythm to them, I didn’t know that there were places you could take cover. Lost plenty of winged light to the rocks.

The final hallway was where I lost the most wings. The rocks would knock me down and while I was on the ground the krill would pour salt on the wound. That was frustration unlike any other kind. The mass of winged light inside the hallway soothed me a little bit, but I was still angry. The only thing that could quench my ire were answers, purpose, anything. I needed to see what was at the end of the road that would make this entire struggle worth it.

Inside the Stormlock, it didn’t take me very long to figure out what I was meant to do. My winged light count was falling, both by flying stones and by self sacrifice. The truth of my inevitable death sank in very quickly, so I rushed to do the best I could before I hit 0 and the darkness took me.

I did all of this alone. And I often wonder how much more efficient about it I would’ve been, how much more or less impactful it would’ve been, had I had a companion with me.

So three years later, long after ascended candles have stopped meaning anything to me, I still go.

I go for the moths.

Eden is dark and scary, it scars and scathes and tries to beat down your hopes and your innocence. But it’s a lot less scary when you have a friend with you.

Every time I ascend now - every time - I meet a newer player on the way up and look after them as we both march to the end. Most quickly learn to cling to me, follow in my footsteps, and I always trek slowly enough that they can keep up. I can keep them safe, for a time.

But I can’t tell them. Without unlocking the chat function on the friendship tree, no combination of emotes on my part could ever convey to them that they are going to die. They simply and blindly trust me that we will be okay in the end, that whatever is happening is for the best, that I’m leading them to someplace nice.

It’s like leading an innocent lamb to slaughter.

After the death, after the heavenly flight back to the Womb, after the rebirth back into the kingdom of Sky, I like to think everything makes sense to those poor moths afterwards. Like they attained this enlightenment by my actions alone and all of this was as intended. If they hadn’t, I like to think that seeing the credits roll, or suddenly seeing seasonal spirits in the familiar realms, or advancing the Aviary quests would clue them in.

On rare occasions I’ll get the opportunity to continue to bond with them, even after I sentenced them to death. After all, they trusted me this much with their life, and I clearly know what I’m doing.

But usually I don’t get that chance.

I go for the moths,

but a lot of the time, the moths don’t come back for me.

I can’t say I blame them too much.

[xamaxenta]

Aaah thinking abt that MAS works at an undisclosed theme park that is not disneyland but effectively is au and Ace n Sabo are actors who play respective princes

But i thought oh man. Its SO fun if Sabos the typical blonde blue eyed white horse prince, but Ace is cast as one of the modern action heroes

And technically theyre not allowed to crossover into each others sections of the park for immersion reasons, theyre still spotted together anyway

Just bc the contrast of a fantasy prince and a super hero hanging out together is really tickling me

Marco’s still the onsite veterinarian, and animal/wildlife specialist who gives tours of the gigantic walk theough aviary and talks about fancy birbs

[that-howling-sky-kid]

Haven't used my alter ego, Howling in a while but here's her in action.

Howling's main task is to escort moths to the Eye of Eden. Sometimes she will appear in front of the gate leading to Eden if you are an acquaintance of Saphelia, the forest traveler. At times, she will allow you to follow close so that you can learn how to navigate on your own.

Because of how dangerous the job is, Howling will occasionally get hit by shards and large rocks to the point of losing winged lights trying to help the moths. Eventually, she ends up returning to Aviary Village to recuperate for a few days.

[timelapse-unclassified]

A bird in a fishcage | Viewpoint 1 - The Aviary

Restored Archive - 28/02/2024 - 12:30

Name : Colibri Biographic Memoirs - File N°194

Author : Cirrus

Archive's Date - 06/2020

“Cirrus, can you hear me? Is the connection working?”

“Yep, everything is working great over here Colibri, are you ready?”

“Of course I’m ready, we’ve been planning this one for months now, it’s going to finally be a big hit!”

“Okay, but be careful, we can’t let you be spotted yet, we need to stay undercover for now.”

“… Don’t worry about that, I’ve got everything under control”

“So the coast is clear?”

“Yes, no one here to see!”

“Then prepare to glide down, I’m ready for some action!”

London was quiet for once, the never-ending chatter that the city was usually filled with was no more since the lockdown, and since the night had fallen, no one was outside anymore, no one except Colibri.

She was perched atop one of the towers from the Tower Bridge, ready to glide down, while Colibri was no stranger to it, she had never done such a big heist before, where she was mostly content with taking back unregistered artifact from private collections, so they could be studied by specialists instead of being exposed in the living rooms of some Billionaire, she didn’t risk much, because you couldn’t say you were stolen something that wasn’t registered.

But today, she wasn’t stealing an unregistered artifact, she had to make an impact to find more allies, to make a name for herself, and what better way to get known across the globe than was stealing one of the Crown’s jewels?

Colibri had a target, she would get one of the central diamonds, a rare jewel stolen from India when it was still a colony, so she could give it back to the Indian Treasury, with just enough evidence for the world to know she existed.

“Are you making your move or not?” impatiently said the voice in her earpiece, “Time’s Ticking down!”

“Oh, I’m making one Cirus,” answered Colibri before jumping off the tower she was perched on, “and this one is going to leave a mark.”

“It’s 22 O’Clock! Enter now!” screamed cirrus as he was mashing buttons on his keyboards, one of his eyes always locked on the surveillance system the other trying a way to divert the power back to the entrance without activating an alarm.

“Go left, and after that it’s left again!” he said, the buzz of an overworked CPU almost covering his voice.

“Got it, still no movement on the cameras?”

“We’re all clear, the guards are still two levels above you.”

“Uh, Cirrus?” Colibri paused for a bit, “You said left right?”

“Yes, What’s the problem?”

“There’s no door to the left.”

“Oh for god sake!” Cirrus exasperatedly shouted after a loud paper sound covered the transmission, he knew the plan he found was obsolete, small renovations had been made two weeks before, but didn’t think it would cause a problem. “You need to find a way to go left!”

“Why? Are the jewels supposed to be th–?” The sounds of footsteps could be heard coming from the left, stopping Colibri in her chat as she muttered in her earpiece “Cirrus! You said no one was at my level!”

“Nobody is supposed to be here! I have no visuals on anyone at your level!” Colibri was looking around as she heard Cirrus’ keyboard before his voice came back, “You need to go above, whoever is here doesn’t want to be seen as well!”

Colibri had little time left, and the hallway she was in had only one way out, and that’s where the footsteps came from, she had to delve deeper into the unlit corridor, but every door she tried to open were either locked or led to closets and empty rooms, until she came across something else, “I have an idea Cirrus, but I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

“Well I don’t really care right now, you need to get to the level above, as quick as you can!”

“Could you open the elevator’s doors then?”

“That’s such a bad idea…” Cirrus audibly sighed, he knew this was probably the only choice, but it would be a risky play, “I could, but we won’t have time to wait for the elevator to come at your level.”

“I have wings, remember?” responded Colibri in a taunting voice.

“But an elevator shaft? You really think that’s a good idea?”

“We don’t have time, someone is on this level and really doesn’t want to be seen!”

Cirrus sighed again, before going back to mashing his keyboard, “I can’t redirect the current without activating an alarm, but I can invert it’s polarity!”

“And what does that mean?”

“It means that as soon as the doors are open you need to hit the fire alarm, on the right of the elevator and enter the shaft immediately, it’s going to stop the alarm but also close the doors!”

In a flicker, the light that where previously off all turned on in some sort of wave toward the elevator, lighting the hallway letting the silhouettes of two persons, way too colorful to be guards, appear before the light turned back off. The fire alarm blared as soon as the power got to it and immediately after the door opened, Colibri shot the red button on the wall with her bracelet-like taser, giving her just enough time to jump in the empty shaft, the elevator being stuck two stories lower.

Without another choice, Colibri sprung two massive wings from her back, covered in pure white and gray feathers, as if they where ones of a dove, before hitting themselves on the sides of the way-too-small-for-flying-straight-up funnel, forcing colibri to partially close her wings, so she could at least break her fall on glide down, the sounds of banging on the metal doors pressing her to find a way out, quickly.

[thejoreeezyway]

Jurassic Park: Novels vs. Movies:

As I sit down to write this blog post, my mind wanders back to my childhood and the memories of my mother reading the "Jurassic Park" novels. She would always say that the books were far better than the movies, and as I grew older, I began to understand why. The novels, penned by Michael Crichton, offer a deeper, more complex narrative that explores the dangers of scientific hubris and the unpredictability of nature. 

 I’ll be breaking down the differences between the movie and the book, showcasing how these two mediums tell different stories of Lost World and Jurassic Park.

"Jurassic Park": Novels vs. Movies Characters:

In the movie, John Hammond is portrayed as a likable, grandfatherly figure. However, the novel presents him as a more ruthless and greedy character.

The fates of characters like Hammond, Ian Malcolm, and Donald Gennaro differ significantly between the book and the film.

Dinosaurs:

The movie's Dilophosaurus features a frilled neck, which is not present in the novel.

The novel showcases more dinosaur species, such as Procompsognathus (Compys).

Timeline:

The movie's events primarily take place within a single day and night, whereas the novel spans several days.

Tone:

The film leans more towards a family-friendly tone and focuses on adventure, while the novel is darker and emphasizes the consequences of scientific hubris and nature's unpredictability.

Scenes:

Iconic movie scenes, like the T. rex chasing a Jeep and the kitchen scene with the velociraptors, are unique to the film.

The novel features additional action sequences, such as an extended river chase and a confrontation with a pack of Velociraptors in the park's aviary.

Order of events:

Some events occur in a different order between the movie and the novel, such as the Triceratops scene preceding the T. rex attack in the movie, while the order is reversed in the novel.

Ellie Sattler:

In the movie, Ellie Sattler plays a significant role in restoring the park's power and is portrayed as a strong, resourceful character. In the novel, her role is somewhat more limited, with a focus on her paleobotanical expertise.

"The Lost World": Novels vs. Movies

Characters:

Dr. Alan Grant and Ellie Sattler are not present in the movie, which instead introduces new characters like Nick Van Owen and Peter Ludlow.

In the book, Dr. Alan Grant and Ellie Sattler have minor roles, while Richard Levine, Jack Thorne, and Eddie Carr are key characters.

Main plot:

The movie revolves around a mission to rescue Sarah Harding, who is already on the island, and InGen's attempt to capture dinosaurs for a new park in San Diego.

The novel's plot focuses on an expedition to study dinosaurs in their natural habitat and a rival company's attempt to steal dinosaur eggs.

San Diego incident:

A Tyrannosaurus rex rampaging through San Diego is a major plot point in the movie, but this incident does not occur in the novel.

Raptors' intelligence:

The movie depicts Raptors as highly intelligent but lacking the level of cooperation and coordination found in the novel.

In the novel, Raptors are portrayed as more cunning, with complex social behaviors and advanced hunting strategies

Carnotaurus and T. rex

Jurassic Park has captivated audiences for decades, with the epic tale of dinosaurs brought back to life capturing our collective imagination. While Steven Spielberg's iconic movie adaptation has undoubtedly left a lasting impact, many fans will attest that Michael Crichton's novel offers a different, more immersive experience.

The movie omits the Carnotaurus and its camouflage ability, while the T. rex nest is central to the film's plot. In the novel, the T. rex nest scene is less prominent and focuses more on observing the dinosaurs' behavior from a distance.

Jurassic Park has captivated audiences for decades, with the epic tale of dinosaurs brought back to life capturing our collective imagination. While Steven Spielberg’s iconic movie adaptation has undoubtedly left a lasting impact, many fans will attest that Michael Crichton’s novel offers a different, more immersive experience.

- JOREEEZY

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[cuckoo-among-beasts]

This is an rp blog for Nie Huaisang from Mo Dao Zu Shi aka Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. || Lan Qiren Sideblog || MuMu Sideblog

Mun has watched the donghua and read the novels. Currently trying to watch the live action/web series adaption, The Untamed/CQL (on ep 26).

I'm Ezra (he/they), 30+, with 20 years of rp experience.

I'm not Chinese. I have done (and will continue to) extensive research and do my best to write anything related to Chinese culture and history as accurate as possible, however, if I write something offensive, please let me know.

Please read rules (under the cut) and bio.

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General rp etiquette applies. Including not reblogging rps you're not a part of.

I'm mutuals only (and can be slow to check out new followers, sorry).

I don't rp smut and I'm not here just for shipping.

Due to personal preferences, I will absolutely not do any romantic shipping with Nie Mingjue, Lan Xichen, Jin Guangyao or any minors.

The Muse does some questionable things, but that doesn't mean the Mun agrees with those actions.

I welcome AUs and crossovers.

Your muse should preferably have an about section (for ocs this is a must) and I also prefer if you have rules that I can read.

I have the right to decline an rp, but that is not something I do often.

Any headcanons I write that includes another canon character are based on my view of that character (or Huaisang's view) and if you rp that muse it's up to you if you agree with I wrote and want to integrate that into our rp/history. I'll never force my hc about another muse onto someone else.

These rules might change or get added to. I will make a post about it if that happens.

Verse Tags

This is just to explain where in canon/what age Huaisang is in my different threads. This is just for the main verses, not my alt. verses.

v: childhood - self explanatory, it's up to when he's 15 and we first meet him in Gusus.

v: youth - from 15 until he becomes sect leader.

v: headshaker - from he becomes sect leader until Guanyin Temple

v: sect leader - post Guanyin Temple/novels.

[lecanardjoyeux]

Unpopular Opinion

Act 4-A is the best ending to Aviary Attorney.

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ALL GAME ENDINGS BELOW

4-B (Égalité) is obviously meant to be the “best” or “good” ending, with 4-C (Fraternité) as the “okay” ending and 4-A (Liberté) as the “worst” or “bad” ending.

While the outcome for 4-B is definitely the most preferable for everyone involved (it’s the only one where Cocorico lives), it’s kind of, well... boring. I mean, the premise of the trial is novel and fun (in that you don’t actually have a hope of winning it and are not really trying to win it at all). I also like that Falcon and Sparrowson have a successful and thriving defense attorney business on their hands. But Falcon doesn’t really seem to have learned anything by the end of 4-B. He comes across as a largely static character. Whatever personal arc he undergoes really isn’t that prominent and is almost undermined by Falcon wanting to take a vacation rather than jump into all of the new work coming his way. It’s definitely the happy ending, and I’m glad it exists, but it also leaves me wanting more. As for 4-C, I really appreciate getting to see the approaching revolution from the perspective of the rebels. I enjoy all of the interactions between Falcon and Beaumort as she forces him to reevaluate his beliefs about justice and the justice system. However, depending on your choices and how you read Falcon’s actions (are Beaumort’s words really getting to him, or is he just playing along to save his own skin?), it’s not always clear whether Falcon ultimately turns rebel himself or if he’s just gained sympathy for the Second Republic and their cause. The “open” ending, with Falcon legally declared dead but clearly having survived the destruction of the barricade, is an interesting choice for sure. It leaves me with more questions than answers, though, and in this particular case, it’s a much more frustrating situation than a satisfying one. In my opinion, then, 4-A is the most interesting and therefore “best” ending to Aviary Attorney.

As a huge Sparrowson stan (Sparrowstan?), I absolutely love getting to play as Sparrowson for the majority of the act. Finally, my boy gets the respect he deserves and is granted his own license to practice law (temporary as it may be). And you get to play as the prosecutor! It’s utterly fascinating to be tasked with approaching a court case from the other side for once.

While I appreciate the way the Viridian Killer storyline is woven into the action of 4-C, the absolute drama of how it plays out in 4-A can’t be matched. Yes, the vigilante violence that Falcon commits is terrible. But the way he just breaks in the catacombs, his belief in justice and the world obliterated in an instant... it’s the tragic stuff that the best character arcs are made of. And the duel on top of Notre Dame! The ominous, gothic music and the escalating tension (you, as Volerti, have to choose to fire or not fire your gun after each count!)... it’s one of the most genuinely thrilling story climaxes I’ve witnessed in ages. 4-A is dark and tragic, yes, but so is all of the best French literature.

I do think the choices you make as Sparrowson during the conversation with Falcon at the end, however, play a huge part in determining your personal enjoyment of 4-A. For me, “I’m going to be a defense attorney.” and “No.” are the only acceptable answers. At the end of the day, one of my favorite aspects of Aviary Attorney is the relationship between Falcon and Sparrowson, so of course my version of Sparrowson is going to follow in Falcon’s footsteps (at least in terms of career); as Falcon himself points out, Sparrowson is good at “playing the hero.” Also, beyond not wanting to send Falcon to his death (whether or not he deserves it), I think it makes a lot of sense for “No Siding with Any Ideologies” Sparrowson to still be uncertain about what constitutes “justice” in this difficult and personal situation. (I’m also admittedly a sucker for a morally-gray man who’s spent time in a mental asylum, but that’s beside the point.)

Still, I can absolutely understand why other players would pick “I’m going to be a prosecutor.” and “Yes.” instead. Those choices do make for a particularly satisfying and internally logical conclusion, given all of the events and other choices presented throughout 4-A. Regardless of what fates you ultimately choose for Falcon and Sparrowson, I personally find 4-A to be the most dramatic, intriguing, and satisfying ending to Aviary Attorney. Even if it’s the “bad” ending, it’s still the “best” of the three.

[darkwood-sleddog]

I'm late getting back to this but invasive species anon who was sad about pigeons - I mean if they're causing problems for native species fair enough, I just think it's sad we abandoned them and it's come to this. I hope we can be as humane as we can with them - same as cats in Aus/NZ - roaming cats are pretty unequivocally hugely harmful to an ecological system that evolved completely separately, so much as poisoning etc is unpalatable, sometimes it comes down to minimizing damage.

I mean I personally don't know much about the impacts of pigeons on native fauna and the environment, but I do enjoy them as a critter, they're fun to interact with and I'd hope that we could keep responsibly kept domesticated (non feral) aviaries going.

I would personally be cautious about poisons though for invasives as poisons also impact native fauna, some of which cannot take the hit/risk etc, as well as responsibly kept domestic animals who may come across it or pick up a poisoned animal by accident.

I think people overall really struggle to deal with the conflicting morality that comes with how we need to deal with invasives. They are told to be compassionate to animals which yes, we should be, but we also need to think and act very decisively for the planet at this time because the "buffer" time we had where we knew these things were causing problems, has been largely wasted with incredibly slow action or straight up inaction. Being able to capture and home cats that can be is a great sentiment, but that one method used alone is not the action that is needed right now.

[lovegabe1999]

Wally Warbles ,, Aviary Action! ''

Cuphead and Mugman fighting Wally Warbles for his contract.