#beakface

[siryl]

While looking for a cicada clipping I found this 8½×11" sheet of plastic sandwiched between old school projects. It looks like it would go with an overhead projector. Someone on Facebook identified it as John Cayea's cover art for Stephen King's The Stand. That still doesn't explain why it's printed on transparent plastic, or why we have it.

[irradiatedsnakes]

OH MY GOD?????? THESE ARE PRECIOUS

we are so back

[maleuswolf]

I did art of the rest of the party for the Warhammer fantasy game I'm in. Look at them. It's been way too long since I put together a proper height chart. It feels so nice lining up blorbos for their mugshots. From left to right, Frida, Freya, Aldonza, Amber, and Gaston.

Also, here's the individual pieces for a better look.

Frida, the mysterious norscan maid who joined with her sister Freya. Prim and proper as they come, her real job is being a grey wizard for the Empire protecting her sister and her new home from the shadows.

Freya, a norscan human warrior priest of Sigmar and sister to Frida . She styles herself as a shieldmaiden and brings the wrath of the empire's god on any who would threaten her sister or her new home.

Aldonza, former Wrecker turned Bailiff, she's got a stare that could make a stormvermin piss themself and a swing that can knock a Mutant silly. (Actual in game events)

Amber, the newly rediscovered heir to her noble house. She cleans up so well that it's worth 5 points in attractive, but don't let that fool you. She's got street smarts to spare and an axe to grind with a certain beakfaced chaos god.

Gaston is the protagonist, the main character in his rise to fame and fortune. Or so goes the Ballad of Babyface. Back in the east end he's something of a kingpin with the criminal element, but who cares where his money comes from so long as he he's using it to bash heretic face in.

[detective-inspector-her]

So re-reading phase two knowing who Sebastian is, it's so fucking funny.

Like he just wants Valkyrie to think his cool, but she calls him Mr Beakface and dumb and he's just staring at her like a kicked puppy, because that's basically what his half the time.

Valkyrie at least pretend to be impressed

[jikothemartian-z]

Crane + Cross

For @vickymcsworld​

Last July 30th this year I had a VERY weird dream 

The In N Out beside Boise Towne Square Mall JUST opened. I went in to eat and talk with new friends.

Until...

*Wolf Bandits Crash in. Everyone except Cross screams*

Wolf 1: HEY EVERYONE FREEZE! GIVE US YOUR FOOD!

Wolf 2: PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!

*??? Flies in*

???: You’ll have to go through ME if you wanna steal from them!

*??? Fights the 5 Wolves. Everyone runs for cover, hiding, screaming, etc.*

Then....

Eventually the kung fu bird was knocked over, groaning in defeat.

Wolf 4: We have you now, beakface!

Wolf 5: Hahahahaha! GET HIM!

*All wolves charge to ???*

Cross: HEY EVERYBODY, FOOD FIGHT!!! LETS GET THEM!

*Everyone grabs food & jumps/throws food at the bandits. ??? Joins in*

Later...

Police: You 5 are under arrest!

*Wolves get thrown into the police car*

*Girls surround ???*

Girls: OMG! You saved us! Etc.

I tried leaving the restaurant in relief, facing towards the mall. But...

*??? Finally looks up at Cross, runs to her & stops her by grabbing & carrying her.*

???: You... You saved me! *kiss on cheek & girls get sad & crying*

I finally saw who that bird person was

Cross: C-C-Cr-CRANE!? WHAT THE-

Right before Crane kissed me on the lips, I woke up. It was time to eat breakfast. It was time for my dentist appointment.

End

[whumpster-fire]

Someone in the notes said:

and he makes sure that his (also grumpy) daughter feels safe loved and self assured

Okay, like... I think he gets marginally better in the 11th and 12th movies (which I'm not rewatching to confirm because "The series actually finally addresses the fact that Cera's mom is dead and that his dad rekindling a relationship with someone she doesn't even know is hard" is pretty much the only thing those two films did well and is very much a B-plot that doesn't actually get enough screen time to justify sitting through the rest of those movies) but Topps doesn't do a very good job of this for at least the entire first half of the series.

Original Film: taught his daughter to be racist. Which to be clear was not working nearly as well as he hoped and the whole reason Cera got separated from her herd is because she snuck off to play with Littlefoot in the middle of the night. She got worse after the whole Sharptooth Attack / giant earthquake separating her from her family thing but, like, Cera started imitating her father's racism more after ending up in a very traumatic situation as a result of disobeying her dad's order to not play with Littlefoot.

Second Movie: Cera makes an incredibly stupid and reckless decision that nearly gets the entire gang killed. Cera, later: "I suppose you all got the same lecture I did? Don't hang around with longnecks, beakfaces and spiketails." (everyone else is shocked because their safety lectures did not involve racism). Just to be clear, the gang tried to cross a lake of quicksand over some stepping stones. This was entirely 100% Cera's idea, nobody else wanted to try it, and her friends putting themselves in danger trying to help her literally saved her life. She would have died before any adult could even get to her. Topps proceeded to try to blame this on her friends being bad influences and is racist about it. Anyway Cera then proposes the group run away from home to prove to the adults that they can take care of themselves, which is also a horrible idea but like. Reading between the lines here Cera is acting out because her idiot father is trying to isolate her from her support system.

Third Movie: this is the one where Topps sings a cool song that some people in the notes mentioned. This moment is somewhat undercut by the fact that this happens while he's trying to bully the rest of the Great Valley into accepting an incredibly stupid water rationing plan and attempting to justify it with the "I'm a parent too and I'm just doing what's best for my child and all our children" card. His plan seems to have been to give every species a set time of day when they were allowed to drink. Nobody else expected him to be stupid enough to include the children who are probably like <1% of the adults' body weight in this, but then it turned out he was that stupid. He then tried to isolate Cera from her friends again, and capped it all off by almost getting himself and Cera killed because he started a pissing contest over not wanting to follow a wildfire evacuation plan because Littlefoot's grandparents came up with it.

Fifth Movie: okay so the Great Valley got hit with a massive locust plague and the entire interspecies herd was forced out of it to look for food. The herd discovers a skeleton of a dinosaur of Ducky's species out in the desert. Topps proceeds to say they can't make any deductions about there being no food in the direction the corpse was traveling from because this species are infamously stupid and the dead one probably got lost. In front of several members of said species. He then instigated such a massive fight that the herds decided to re-split up by species although it's not totally clear if everyone was doing this individually or if it was just the Threehorns. In any case the gang actually runs away this time to avoid being split up with the idea that if they all obviously ran off in the same direction their parents will be forced to search for them in the same direction.

Sixth Movie: Cera is stuck babysitting her much younger niece and nephew (she presumably has an adult sibling that we've never seen) and is sick of it. I do not know what any of the adults involved in this was thinking making the kid who is consistently some random location with her friends instead of hanging out anywhere near her herd and also has run away from home like four times by this point responsible for supervising two gremlin toddlers.

Seventh Movie: Topps is finally right about something: not trusting Petrie's sketchy con artist uncle. Nobody in the friend group except Cera trusts his opinion at all because usually when Topps doesn't trust someone it's because he's racist.

He's not, like, abusive and Cera loves him and is trying to have a good relationship with him, but also his daughter is the one kid in the friend group with a kind of messed up home life, and Topps's role in the adult community of the Great Valley is basically "The worst guy on the HOA board."

Cera's dad in the Land Before Time movies is called Daddy Topps

i need to make sure you all know that

[beepandflail]

#beak #beakface #conure #greencheekconure #greencheekcinnamon #sadie #art #digitalart #digitalillustration #digitaldrawing #graphicdesign #petportrait https://www.instagram.com/p/CR-IlEipG-p/?utm_medium=tumblr

[reggiemess]

Monster tit time.

[siryl]

A crashed creature by Kiginobiru.

[maximumflyer]

they meet...beakface to holeface?

[stevestormzone]

I’ve never seen this type of bird before so under Bird Law I’m legally allowed to name it. I call you “Beakface”. #beakface #bird (at Northern Ireland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSNIauEIhIm/?utm_medium=tumblr

[zukkatrash]

yesterday i had a dream where zuko was a crab person? like he didnt really look like a crab or anything i just knew he was part crab? and he was also like 8 or smth. i think he did have crab pincers but im not sure, also his mouth nd nose weren’t human but he looked so god damn adorable, it looked kinda like a softer and flat beak but instead of a lower and upper beakpart there were three parts? listen it was a weird dream i just remember he was v cute and had a rosy tint on his face

anyway so i had to show him around the village im gonna move to in 2 weeks irl and he was like so worried abt meeting the kids there so he chickened out but i told him it was fine and then i think we built little stick houses by a creek in the woods and it was all very adorable and wholesome

[realismreading]

So I’m re reading Skulduggery Pleasant: Ressurection(yes, for the 3rd time) and I’ve just got to the bit where Sebastian/Plague Doctor/Mr Beakface shows up and it’s brought about a theory.

So Mr Beakface tells Valkyrie not to tell anyone that she’s seen him, not “Skulduggery. Or anyone else. It would be best if they didn’t know about me. Not yet. Please, keep this conversation between us.” So he mentions Skulduggery by name before he mentions anyone else, before he mentions China(the Supreme Mage, who is in charge of Roarhaven, it’s mages and the safety and security of the city, may I remind you). Skul is mentioned before Fletcher, Tanith, the Monster Hunters, Dexter or Saracen or any of her friends that have influence. That could just be because Skulduggery is her best friend, but think about what this book is about aside from Valkyrie getting back involved with the Sanctuary and the magic world as a whole.

It’s about Abyssinia. It’s about her resurrection. And from SPX and the first two snippets of Midnight, we know she has a son who she’s looking for, who she’s willing to trust Doctor Nye to find.

Think about Sebastian. His face is never uncovered from his plague mask, he doesn’t want anyone knowing his real name. He specifically doesn’t want Skulduggery to know about him, and he wants to bring back Darquesse from the Faceless Ones’ last dimension, the one that Val goes to to save Skulduggery in Dark Days. According to the wiki and my memory of the last time I read Resurrection, Sebastian’s actual physical appearance is never described apart from his costume.

So what if Sebastian is Abyssina’s son?

[innocence-wont-save-you]

>As much as we all marvel at your athletic superiority, I highly doubt you’d be able to take beakface out there on in a fair fight. We’ve still got those flashbangs, maybe one of those will stun it long enough for you to clip its wings?

If you weren't in active danger, you would have snapped at the overseer. Regrettably, it is right, and has a good suggestion. Carefully tucking your lance under one arm, you reach into your pockets for one of your flashbangs, turning it over in your hands. It's been a while since you harvested this, but it still glows faintly when you shake the seed pod. Hopefully this will be enough to produce a bright enough flash for your purposes.

You peer around the tuber again. The vulture is closer to you now, dragging itself slowly through the swathes of worm grass with its massive wings, slender head sweeping from side to side for any sight of you. You... don't remember how good their vision is. Good enough to have noticed you, at least, but you don't know more beyond that. If you could ask Wind—

Maybe you breathed wrong, or maybe the tuber creaked, but the vulture's gaze suddenly snaps to where you are. And then it _gallops_ towards you, at a speed you weren't aware was even possible for something of its size, let alone through worm grass. In the fraction of a heartbeat it's already closed half the distance between the two of you, grunting and groaning at you as it approaches. You stand, stepping to the side to be clear of the tuber, and you fling the flarebomb at its face. (-1 Flashbang)

Fortunately for you, the flarebomb connects, exploding on impact with the vulture's strange mask; you hear it whistle in pain. Unfortunately for you, however, you're close enough to the flarebomb that the flash partially blinds you as well, the sudden influx of light searing through your visual faculties in a dazzling, dizzying burst of white and blue. Swearing to yourself, you reconfigure your visual settings as fast as you can just so you can see something. Your vision will recover, but it'll take time.

The vulture is faring no better, and it staggers across the ground—as much as you can tell anyway, while it's currently just a dark blur moving across your vision. You run towards it, trying to spot where its wings are in its flailing. You can feel the gusts of air buffeting you as it flaps its wings, and though its wings are currently just dashes of black, you take the chance and swing as widely and wildly as you can.

It works out in your favor, and you feel flesh tearing as your lance continues through your arced swing. The vulture groans in pain, twitching away from you. You backpedal, holding your lance out in front of you as you reconfigure your vision again, shaking your head. You got its wing, you think? You can't properly tell, but you only see one thin, flapping thing attached to the vulture now.

Scene 12

There's a low hum of activity in the settlement (it should be called as such, really) when you come to again. You see conversations happening with slow, calm signing and hear the low burble of scavengers chattering at each other. A few glance your way as you get to your feet, hefting your lance up, but then go back to ignoring you and resume their business. It's more than a bit odd to have their trust, but you're grateful for it. You'd rather not overstay your welcome though.

Prior to that... you glance around the settlement, trying to spot any semblance of a medic's area. You don't see any, but you do notice a scavenger scampering past with a bundle of leaves tucked firmly under its arm, clearly on a direct path to something. Carefully picking your way through the scavengers around you, you follow it to its destination.

You're led to a small nest on the edge of the settlement, one that's currently occupied by a heavily bandaged scavenger. It glances up at you wearily as you approach, but doesn't move away as you crouch down next to it, being careful to stay out of the way of the other scavenger as it busies itself with changing the dressings. You're glad to see that the injured scavenger from the previous cycle survived the lizard's attack, though you wince as the medic scavenger peels back the old bandages, revealing the deep, jagged gash underneath. It'll heal, but... not easily. But there's not much you can do but hope for a better outcome.

The injured scavenger blinks at you a few times, then gains a hint of recognition to its gaze. It lifts a dark grey arm and points at you with a drowsy chatter, an action that draws a few quick, sharp signs from the other scavenger. It lowers its arm, huffing, but scratches at the ground listlessly. You creep a little closer, and it scrabbles for you, patting the ground aggressively for any part of you that it can reach, then grabbing onto your wrist as its hand lands on yours. The action draws a sharp bark out of the medic scavenger, and the dark grey scavenger stills, opting to stare at you instead.

You meet its gaze uncertainly. You don't know enough of their language to inquire about its condition. It seems to have a general understanding of why you're here, though, and it clenches its hand around yours as the medic scavenger ties fresh bandages—the leaves you saw earlier, you note—around its wound. Not once does it stop staring at you.

With a few more firm signs directed at the dark grey scavenger, the medic scavenger scampers away, leaving the two of you alone. The dark grey scavenger—it has a reddish tint to its fur, actually. Some sort of erythrism?—lets go of your hand and starts signing at you. Or rather, repeating a sign over and over again. "Thank you," you can only guess it's saying, but it repeats the word. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

You can't respond. You don't have the vocabulary for it, nor do you know what you actually want to say regardless. But you gently grasp the scavenger's hands and lower them, in a silent plea to get it to stop moving and aggravating its wounds. It blinks at you questioningly, and all you can muster is a gentle squeeze of its hands.

You decide to try saying something anyways, with what little you know. "No... thank you," you say clumsily. "Yes friend." You gesture at its wounds. "Dangerous?"

It blinks a few times, evidently processing your response to it. "Yes," it eventually responds. Then it signs a few more words, ones you can't decipher. Could be... "But don't worry"? "It is fine?" Or maybe it's not even a positive sentence. You really don't know.

With a quiet puff of air, it grabs your hand again, carefully stroking at the sleeves of your cloak. Some attempt at... grooming you, you presume? You don't attempt to stop it, and it brushes at you for a few moments before pulling back and simply saying again, "Thank you."

You should really get going now. You carefully extract yourself from conversation with the dark grey scavenger, and head towards the exit of the settlement. To your surprise, there's a party of scavengers waiting there for you; the scavenger kit is perched on its parent's back, and it waves at you as you approach. The brown scavenger from last cycle is here as well, and it chirps in greeting as you approach.

They seem to be here to... escort you out? As far as you can tell anyways. The leader scavenger has its gaze fixed on you, its eyes betraying neither fondness nor distrust. Its child is far more eager to have you here, though.

[gasha40k]

Many things are happening! Much work has been done! The wheels of change are ever turning. Not in a Tzeentch way, though. Let’s start off with my Astartes stuff before we get super chaotic.

Let’s welcome some new buddies to the Thunderbearers. I’ve got around 20 Intercessors now, so I decided that it’d be wise, both competitively and fluff-ily-y, to grab some Infiltrators. I’ve yet to really convert these dudes (plaster them with purity seals) because, frankly, I like a lot of the sculpts as they are. The Phobos Killteam kit is one of the best Astartes kits I’ve had the pleasure of building. I did, however, go a little ham on the Sergeants.

As the Killteam kit comes with 10 models but only one helix gauntlet, I decided to split them into two squads with different specialties. This first guy is unnamed as of now, but Sergeant Beakface here leads the Infiltrator squad that’s equipped with a comms array, as he specializes in reconnaissance and espionage. His look is remarkably similar to that of my kitbashed Phobos Captain because those Thunderbearers more inclined to stealth and precision tend to get cozy with the Chaplaincy through the Priest of the Divine Kill, or the Chapter’s 10th Captain.

The Sergeant of the helix gauntlet squad and the leader of the Calthradia Crusade’s Infiltrator unit, Sergeant Gaius, specializes in ruthless, brutal ambushes and hyper-aggressive stealth assaults. He’s incredibly tight with the Chaplains, considered by many in the Chapter as part of the Chaplaincy’s unofficial military arm.

Gaius’ gamer skirt was maybe my second or third time working with greenstuff, and while it sure ain’t fancy, I managed to produce the exact sort of side-half skirt effect that I wanted. I’m incredibly pleased with this model and I’m excited to get him painted up and on the board.

Speaking of the board, I don’t really have time to do battle reports anymore, but I wanted to chat about a fun game I played recently in the Calthradia Crusade. 500pts of Thunderbearers and 500pts of Cobalt Lancers faced head-to-head against 1000pts of the dreaded Zysian Dynasty.

This was the first time the Thunderbearers of the Calthradia Crusade had faced the Zysians and their Dread Lord. The Cobalt Lancers, however, had been warring with them for weeks over scraps of territory. The Zysian Dynasty is an expansionist dynasty built upon insanity and death, as their leader long ago forsook his court for the Destroyer Cult. The Astartes were definitely not equipped to fight a melee battle, but they bravely strode into battle nonetheless.

The Cobalt Lancers and their heavy armaments held down the backfield, saturating the air with lascannon fire and bolter rounds. The Thunderbearers, lead by the freshly christened Brother-Chaplain Taranis (no longer a Devastator Sergeant), took the front of the field and pushed into the horde of Necrons.

Squad Cambarn lead the spearhead, the squad leader sharing his glory with Sergeant Sachiel of the Cobalt Lancers. The decision to split squad command was forced upon Cambarn by the commanding Lieutenants Sadrian and Vigilus, in an attempt to encourage Cambarn to work better with his team. And work better he did.

Spurred on by the brotherly rivalry, Cambarn and Sachiel cleaved through the Necrons, felling leagues of Skorpekh and a Canoptek Doomstalker before the day was won.

But as they cleared the field, the Zysian Lord made his presence known. Did the warriors survive? Did an epic battle conclude this battlefield rivalry? No, I had to go home so the game ended. Whoops.

I’ve used up the photo limit for Tumblr, so I’ll continue on with progress in the next post. There’s a bit of painting and a lot of Chaos.

[lolyanon]

Loly's Super Accurate Nicknames List!

Macho Man, Worstie 》 Quilge (biskael)

Birdbrain, Beakface, Clawbrains, Fuck-Canary 》 Celeste (fenixias)

Swine-Slut, Dildo, Pig Pen 》 Tesla (cinghialefedele)

Fido 》 Nnoitra (guadanya)