#magpie sketches

[turquoisemagpie]

Artemis.

(My Artemis in a post-modernist sense.)

[myfavouritefields]

Magpies, study

[ranaraeuchle]

A poem for my favorite bird.

[pothosrays]

forgot to post these magpies i doodled yesterday .

[godbirdart]

「 DREAMS OF AFFIRMATIONS 」

[alula-arts]

one big happy family

[icantdothistodaybruh]

thank you everyone who booped me today I love you and wish you a great day💋💋💋

if you saw @hpeaverrr boop you today that was me btw!!!!

[ndostairlyrium]

well, at least they're not building yet another war machine <<'

blame me for the wonky lines lmao

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Hey Brother

Inspired by Loli-kolinaki by larunde

Dick and Danny Greyson were close. The nine and seven-year-old seemed almost more like twins. That was until tragedy struck the Flying Greysons, both parents dying and the youngest disappearing without a trace, leaving Dick to his own devices until Bruce Wayne came to the rescue. He would come to be known as Robin, then later Nightwing, never stopping his search for his missing brother. Over time, as no new evidence came forward, Dick became convinced his brother was dead. He would be half right.

Danny Fenton didn't have many memories from before he found himself in the Amnity foster system, but what he did know he treasured, holding soft memories of kind smiles and high-flying acts. He did his best to stay connected to his roots, maintaining his acrobatic training and Romani. Then came his accident, and all that took a back seat. The accident had an odd effect, bringing back memories of falling through the broad green he now knew to be the Ghost Zone. As his relationship with other ghosts improved, he began spending time with Desiree, both bonding over their shared heritage, separated by centuries as they were. She came to care for the boy (he would not call her good, never good, but she was sweet, and that was enough)

A twenty-one-year-old Dick was having what could be called a mental breakdown. Jason, his brother was dead, and the last time they’d talked had been a screaming match two weeks before his death. His adopted dad was midway through his own shitstorm and was generally being a bitch intent on getting himself killed as well, there was a literal child following them everywhere and the damn insult of a clown was still standing. He was high when he said it, with no idea anyone was listening, let alone the consequences it would have.

“I just... I wish I had my brother.”

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“So you have wished it, so it shall be.”

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Desiree at least had the decency to give Danny a heads-up before sending him to a separate universe to help mend his long-lost brother’s fractured life. The rules were simple; Danny could not do anything to reveal his identity, and could not return to Amnity until they knew who he was. He could use his powers, but quickly realized that if he was going to get through to his brother’s family he’d be best off at least pretending to be human. There was no Phantom without Amnity, instead, Gotham got Magpie, a man more on vacation than a mission with a spirit box on his hip and a penchant for areal silk.

Things maintained like that for a while. The Bat colony was making progress; Tim had been successfully put through therapy and had more or less stopped incessantly stalking Danny. That was until one day a chill ran down his spine. Danny did not know Jason Todd, so when he found the kid wandering around with no memories and a soul barely hanging on to a broken body, he had no idea that this was more or less his brother. Still, he took care of him, helping nurse him back to health. Eventually, Jason decided to start working with Magpie under the name Cardinal, keeping his distance from the Colony until such time as he can look at them without wanting to punch someone (luckily being Cardinal means he can do that without questions)

[magpiefrankie]

he's so <333

[turquoisemagpie]

Little ‘un

[myfavouritefields]

Magpie study

[astarcis]

Traditional sketch portraits I did for Patreon supporters in 2021

[namu-the-orca]

Early 2018 I made daily drawings for a little while. Photo studies scribbled in the edge of my notebook, with a short something about the day. I wasn't in the best of places back then. A few days ago I came across that notebook again. I still love those drawings so I wanted to share some with you. Perhaps they can mean something to you too.

[wild-raven-and-crow]

Black-Billed Magpie (I saw one!!!)

I have never seen a magpie before! I was so surprised to see it chilling on a fence. It looked like a crow dressed up for a ball. I was driving, and pulled off to get a better look so I could identify it. The blue sheen of its feathers and long slender tail were stunning in the light of the sunset. (I saw it west of its normal range. These corvids seem as brilliant as crows in behavior and intelligence.)

Media: felt-tip pen and colored pencil on bristol (Faber-Castell oil-base pencils)

[azulmagpie]

GIANT SKETCH DUMP FROM MY NOTES DOC?? 😨😸���️🔥🔥🔥🔥 featuring aot (of course, help me), Chainsawman, and birds??