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ok so
ive been goin for walks a lot, & when i see birds nearby, i toss lil pinches of birdseed vaguely in their direction? (not at them)
usually they just fly away immediately?
TODAY A MAGPIE JUST STROLLED AROUND A LIL BIT STARING AT ME AS I TOSSED BIRDSEED TOWARD THEM OVER & over again?!?!?!
is this bird gonna be my witch's familiar?????????
HAVE i tamed a WILD BIRD??????
(the birdseed i toss was my moms choice, it's pine nuts & shelled pumpkin seeds)
i have to emphasize, the bird was like 9 feet away from me. they were so close!!!!
#birding#birds#bird#magpie#walking#walking in nature#nature walks#suburban wildlife#city wildlife#city birds#birdseed#taming birds#bird taming#bird feeder#crows#ravens#corvids
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Topsy and Bucket.
Topsy is still not comfortable being around my hands so I have to stand pretty far away. Bucket is comfortable enough now to land on my hands if treats are involved, I've even been able to pet her a few times.
Slow but steady progress!
#got Topsy like a month ago?#and Bucket in like April#conure#green cheek conure#birdblr#pet bird#bird taming
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yesterday we took a bit of a slow day, no training of any sorts and we just sat in the same room with the cage door open. it went really well, and i can tell from her behavior this morning it built some trust between us! so from here on out we're gonna take it a bit slower so that she can be fully ready for each step and more willing to take treats from me.
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meeee? using alucard for allegories that contain religion and cannibalism because he's the perfect example of a carnivore deemed the worst sinner in the eyes of the lord? ahaaha.. never..
#hellsing#alucard#alucard hellsing#my art#tw blood#took “eating my wings to make me tame” a little too seriously#honestly i think the whole phrase is really vital to his character because i read before that like#the bird of hermes is this oh so mystical bird with like stages of evolution/rebirth#and thenhe has different forms and restraint levels to resemble the bird of hermes#something something i dont know#anyways the second picture is a little drawing of alucard in which he uses the forms of the innocent/the pure but keeps his attitude#because the idea struck me at first when i remembered his girlycard form#a complete contrasting form to his brutal and savage nature as a monster#a girl clothed in white and long black hair looks extremely elegant and pure#but him retaining his voice serves as a reminder of his rotten soul#that no matter what form he takes he is to carry the burden of being a monster. a horrible person. a sadistic being#he is enslaved to man just as he enslaved man with his murderous hands#him being dressed as a nun is also a mockery#because nuns are (usually) virgins#portrayed as pure and servants of the lord that care for the children#yada yada you get the point im making#the drawing of him smiling at the viewer whilst hes taken on that form is like a “come hither” thing#just like how the serpent wrapped around the branch of a tree#and whispered to eden to eat the fruit#just like how alucard tried to get seras to drink the blood#but he didnt force her to because he cant#i read somewhere that no one can move the will of man other than god and man himself#all that demons can do is to persuade#so yeah. i dont know what im rambling about im such a cornball eugh
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Hey all! So I've finally got this updated ready and I'm so excited to share it. I've been spending a lot of time with this story recently and I'm in love with period pieces lately so I'm really excited to be writing a story rich with inspirational history and drama.
I did make some very very slight changes to the original version of the Zine pieces this is jumping off of. However, they're so slight that it is not necessary to reread it, but if you feel the need to refresh your memory feel free.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this ride because I'm in love with writing it.
#damirae#teen titans#damian wayne#damian al ghul#raven teen titans#dcamu#damian x raven#demon birds#robrae#raven dc#raven roth#rachel roth#taming the shrew#shakespeare
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me and my bf rescued this budgie from outside and she was the sweetest thing EVER
#picture journal#we got her to a bird foster home :)#but yeah she was suuuuuper tame and affectionate#flew right onto my bf’s head from outside#and we got to have a little birdie in our house for awhile :)))))
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It wasn't exactly wet, and it wasn't exactly cold. It wasn't even particularly windy, at least, not by the standards of the wild West Highlands. But it was grey, grey, grey… Just grey, grey, grey… And that was enough to dampen the spirits of anyone, even a daft fluffy bird.
Uncertain how to occupy himself on such a dreich day, Algy decided to profit from the dismal weather by catching up with his reading. He had been asleep for such a very long time that he was sure he had forgotten much of what he once remembered. Recalling some famous lines from The Taming of the Shrew:
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
he selected a volume from his own personal set of poetry books, and settled down to study it.
The grass was still uncomfortably moist, and the garden was hushed and still. The bees had not bothered to come out today, to buzz about the hydrangea flowers which they normally loved, and the robin only trilled a few desultory notes from time to time and then stopped. But Algy was undeterred. Taking great care to keep his book away from the damp foliage, he opened it in the middle and read:
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He passed by the town, and out of the street, A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he set him down in a lonely place, And chanted a melody loud and sweet, That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud, And the lark drop down at his feet. The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee, The snake slipt under a spray, The hawk stood with the down on his beak And stared, with his foot on the prey And the nightingale thought, "I have sung many songs, But never a one so gay, For he sings of what the world will be When the years have died away."
[Algy is reading the poem The Poet's Song by the 19th century English poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]
#Algy#photographers on tumblr#writers on tumblr#Scotland#alfred lord tennyson#hydrangeas#Scottish Highlands#The Poet's Song#Shakespeare#The Taming of the Shrew#no profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en#Scottish weather#dreich#reading#poem#poetry#dull day#grey day#fluffy bird#adventures of algy#original content#jenny chapman
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✟ Hellsing ✟
#hellsing#hellsing ultimate#alucard#sir integra#hellsing fanart#hellsing alucard#seras victoria#fanart#my art <3#my art#mangaart#anime art#hellsing oc#hellsing fandom#integra hellsing#hellsing walter#alucard hellsing#screenshot redraw#vampire#dracula#I'm the Bird of Hermes and I'm eating my own wings to make me tame.#alexander anderson#digital drawing#digital art#digital illustration#vlad tepes#alucard art#hellsing art#vlad alucard#oc artwork
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at first I was like "huh it sucks that horses dont exist in the atla universe cus ostrich-horses seem kind of nerfed" but then I remembered the Australian Emu War existed and its like... actually no maybe the aggressive flightless bird and horse crossbreed is the opposite of nerfed. maybe it is in fact OP.
#reading about ostriches will have you like huh. birds are scary.#atla#the more I think about it the more im like... how the fuck did they ever tame ostrich horses... I guess they must take after#horses' temperament more... either way
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Hey Who Wants Art of Damian's Dodos for This Story?
It's you, you do if you're here obviously lol. And I'm sure you can tell, he was not the one to name all of them.
The last two are unnamed descendants of after they've managed to get back to their own world.
#stuck in ark au#ark crossover#dc crossover#batman au#my art#dodo birds#dodo#Damian & Carrie are the ones to coax the dodos over to be tamed initially#Also if anyone wants to talk about this AU or has ideas I am OPEN
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#poem#poetry#romanticism#academia#dark academia#light academia#artwork#love#art#feelings#birds#freedom#women#beauty#beautiful#song#music#world#gold#happiness#liar#life#womanhood#humanity#relationship#evil#shakespeare#taming of the shrew#poet#literature
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School is about to start! I need to commission someone to draw the Usual Suspects in a college AU with each of them suffering in front of laptops and flashcards
#or i could do it myself#actually imagine if Paracelsus just has her plague doctor mask in college#not the weirdest Ive seen irl actually#tbf i once wore a blue unicorn onesie to the cafeteria at Uni. and i consider that tame#this bird speaks#actually what would each of them study#paracelsus is clearly toxicology/chem#Reynauld is....European history....?#Junia is a nursing student#Dismas.....is a college drop out LMAO IDK
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Baked Goods (slow burn romance)
Alastor × reader Warnings: None Chapter 2: The Bakery
Previous - Next
It had been a few weeks since you met Alastor, and he seems to have taken a liking to you. Or at least you're baking. The radio demon would stop by your shop daily and get something new each time. Sometimes, he would get his food to go, and sometimes he would eat inside, but regardless of how busy he might be, he always had time to talk to you.
The little bell above your door dinged. You were in the kitchen. “One moment,” you shouted as soft jazz slowly began to play. You smiled to yourself as you pulled a fresh tray of muffins out of the oven. Whenever Alastor visited, the radio on display would kick on, and soft jazz would fill the store until he left. You quickly set the muffins on the cooling rack, stopping to check your face in the mirror before walking into the front.
“Y/n!” Alastor smiled wide as he saw you enter the room. “What is that marvelous smell?” His natural smile seemed warmer to you.
“I just took some muffins out of the oven. Would you like one?” Alastor quickly accepts your offer. You snap a finger, and a small cookie golem in the kitchen springs to life. The golem grabs a muffin and brings it out on a tray. Alastor's eyes light up as he takes the muffin.
“I must say, these little food creatures of yours fascinate me. How do they work?” He inspects his muffin as he speaks. Before you're able to answer, a brick gets thrown through your front window. You just sigh and casually move to clean up the mess. Alastor watches you for a moment, confused. “Is that common?” You nod as you pick up the brick and lightly toss it to him.
Alastor catches the brick easily, and upon seeing it up close, he realizes there's a note attached to the brick. “How crude,” he mumbles to himself as he reads the note out loud: “surrender or else.” He inspects the brick and the back of the note for more information, but finds nothing.
You finished getting the glass cleaned up and put a covering over the hole in the window. “Apparently, my shop is in the middle of two territories, and both leaders have been trying to get me to submit.”
“It's really starting to become a problem.” You sigh, suddenly feeling emotionally drained. You take a moment to compose yourself before turning around to face Alastor with a smile. “Anyway, how's your muffin?”
Alastor's smile grows as he walks over and places a hand on your shoulder. “If I may offer a suggestion?” He leans closer. “I could take care of this for you, and in exchange,” he pauses for dramatic effect, making a show of looking over his muffin. “Let's say you become my personal baker.” You looked up at him, studying his face closely. You were no dummy, this sounded suspicious, but you're not strong enough to handle it yourself, or you would have already. Minutes tick by as you weigh this out in your mind. Alastor patiently waits, seeming to enjoy your struggle to make this choice. “I get to keep my shop, right?” Your question causes Alastor to chuckle softly. “Of course, my dear! I would never dream of taking it away from you. I simply want to keep my favorite bakery safe.” His voice was light, almost as if he were singing. His casual attitude makes you feel more conflicted.
Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you answer, “Okay.” The room fills with static; the hairs on the back of your neck stand as Alastor extends a hand. “A deal then?” His smile oozed confidence. “A deal.” You shake his hand, sealing your fate. For better or worse, Alastor now holds your fate in his hands.
#alastor x reader#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanfiction#bird scribbles#This chapter is pretty tame but don't worry#its about to get good
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wilkie collins writing 100+ pages of Ms. Marian Halcombe (all due and warranted respect to her name—I completely understand why the victorian lads were inquiring after her in spades) establishing detective fiction precedent with her expert sleuthing, putting dracula to shame with her gothic rooftop spying and scraping, and so very nearly outwitting the serpents encircling her and laura, only to conclude her narration episode with THIS:
#I CAN PICTURE HIS FACE WRITING THIS I KNOW HE WAS SO PLEASED WITH HIMSELF AND HONESTLY HE SHOULD BE#and yes i am reading#the woman in white#the past 40ish pages gagged me fr and i did in fact scream at this bit#if i were a victorian girlie reading this in a serialized column i would have thrown up and died#post script by a sincere friend. fosco you're such a bastard and i am putting you in a hamster wheel. delightful wretch#he tames mice and birds he sings he concocts inheritance murder schemes#AND he still has the energy to write out his envisioned villain x heroine ending to the tale. respect honestly 🥂#📘.txt
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(2012)
• Tame Impala - Lonerism
• Purity Ring - Shrines
• Beach House - Bloom
• Julia Holter - Tragedy, and Ekstasis
• Oneohtrix Point Never - Rifts
• Grizzly Bear - Shields
• David Byrne + St. Vincent - Love This Giant
• Iamamiwhoami - Kin
• First Aid Kit - The Lion’s Roar
• Sharon Van Etten - Tramp
• Daniel Rossen - Silent Hour/Golden Mile
• Andy Stott - Luxury Problems
• Tim Hecker + Daniel Lopatin - Instrumental Tourist
• Four Tet - Pink
• Andrew Bird - Hands Of Glory
• Melodys Echo Chamber - Self Titled
• Björk - Biophilia Remixes (Death Grips)
• Foreign Body (Liz Harris) - Mirroring
• Demdike Stare - Elemental
#digipak#cd#music#hologram parade#album art#physical media#compact disc#2012#tame impala#purity ring#beach house#julia holter#opn#oneohtrix point never#grizzly bear#david byrne#st vincent#iamamiwhoami#first aid kit#sharon van etten#daniel rossen#andy stott#daniel lopatin#tim hecker#four tet#andrew bird#melodys echo chamber#björk#liz harris#demdike stare
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Who decided the drow should have so much fucking lore anyway.
('I should've been a drow.' You can't fucking stand Cazador or your 'siblings' you would not fucking want to be a drow. Although I guess Astarion would make a fair Vhaeraunite.)
#babbling#I'm still working on it and the many many fucking novels I don't really want to read#but at the same time my dwarves are calling me away from the elfyness#there was a giant red cardinal loose in the mines until it ran into the tavern in a panic and the human merc staying there killed it#I wanted to catch and tame it to make a dwarven aerial cavalry of giant blood-red passerines#now there's dead bird everywhere and nobody actually wanted to do cleaning work and everybody's being sick#possibly because half the work force is severely disabled#because they ran off to beat a giant snapping turtle to death and got limbs torn off#I told them not to fucking go fishing but nnOOooo#that's slowing things down a bit#We spent weeks huddled in a hole in the ground eating raw horseflesh and staring at nothing due to trauma#bleeding through amateurish stiches done by a dying one-handed dwarf with no medical training#while one of the dwarves sat in the other corner carving bone into jewellery while seething with homicidal rage#We have no textiles industry; some of the dwarves are wandering around swathed in bone jewellery and crowns like morbid monarchs#But their clothes are tattered rags clinging to their heavily scarred flesh by threads#the mining team has to double as the militia because they've grown to crave violence for some reason - especially the medical staff#Can't wait for the elven diplomat to turn up and start bitching about the logging industry#Like look you cannibalistic fuck; these dwarves are a hairsbreadth away from descending into berserker-rage and slaughtering us all#I am not making them sleep in the dirt because you oppose me turning the odd tree into a bedframe or a barrel because we are ALWAYS#ALWAYS on the verge of running out of alcohol#...#Either this sounds insane or you know exactly what I'm talking about#I'm going to make a DnD session out of this methinks
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