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vintagepaperairplanes asked:

Makorra pirate au?

“Where is that stupid bird?” Captain Mako grumbled to himself. He had spent all morning looking for his parrot and feared that his lifelong companion was going to betray him in a few short minutes.

“Korra, Korra~”

“Oh, hello there, Pabu.”

Mako froze at the two familiar voices from above him. Whipping around to the crow’s nest, Mako finally found his traitor bird, perched gracefully on the shoulder of the woman of his dreams. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled in joy as the (dumb, dead, treacherous) bird rubbed its head against her cheek.

“Korra, Korra~” Pabu chirped, “you drive me crazy.”

Mako cursed, and ran for the mast, gripping the rungs of the rope ladder. His eyes widened in terror as Pabu repeated lines from Mako’s most recent dream. He began to climb, intent on strangling the bird before another squawk escaped its untrustworthy beak.

“You drive me crazy,” Pabu repeated again, prompting Korra to burst into laughter. She stroke Pabu’s head gently, “You’re starting to sound like the captain.”

“Korra, you drive me crazy,” Pabu flapped its wings, not noticing the mortal danger it was in the closer Mako inched towards them. His heart pounded in his chest, whether from nervousness or exhaustion, he did not know, but he did know that he had to hurry up before–

“Korra, you’re amazing. You drive me crazy. You’re amazing. Korra, Korra, Korra~~”

–oh.

Pabu flew away just as Mako made it into the crow’s nest, his cheeks burning brightly. That bird was going to be fed to the sharks tonight, Mako thought angrily. He froze again when Korra turned towards him, her lips quirked upwards in an amused grin.

She crossed the small space and peered up at Mako, the smug smile still present on her face.

“So I’m amazing, am I, Captain?”

“And crazy.”

“But still amazing.” Korra wasn’t helping.

Mako scowled and turned away from the girl, hoping that he could turn to his quarters in one piece where he could die of embarrassment alone. As he descended to the deck below, he nearly lost his footing when Korra leaned over the nest, calling his name below.

“I think you’re pretty incredible too, cap'n!”

When Mako regained his posture, he looked up at the girl. Her blue eyes twinkled mischievously in the afternoon sun. Mako shook his head in amusement and continued to descend the mast, replying when he reached the bottom.

“Report to my quarters tonight for dinner, Korra.”

He couldn’t quite hide his chuckle when Korra shouted “Aye aye, cap'n,” without missing a beat, a bright smile still stretched across her face.

Patreon request for Bryan!

 To my memory, I have not, before this, drawn a griffin or really any beaked thing in good detail. The beak was fun to figure out.

I really want to thank you for the challenge and for your support over the past year!

“(i think they spotted me, how far is their range of vision)

Daddy caught us in a tort to tort conversation, good thing turk gave him the look to scare him(not really still cute) so we could continue talking,

Hi waffles, its turk and jd in higher res now, we are wondering if we can join in your conquest to take over the earth in the tortocalypse?”

Turk and JD will be fine additions to the Tortpocalypse! We need torts who stand by each other through thick and thin. Turk may need a bit of a beak trim for optimum performance but that’s not too hard. Message me and I will tell your dad how to do it. Then Turk can bite him ;)

anonymous asked:

*SpringTrap was walking around, almost beaking things on the ground when he suddenly encountered the rabbit* No-Now... Who the hell are you? (Trxped-inside)

      “ͤ́W͒̾̈́̒ͦ̊̇hͮo ͮt̶͛h̓é̵̆̑̓ ̶̂̄ͪh͑̌e̡l̶l̇́͐̍̐̅̌ a̵̋̓͗̏͂̓m ̑͒͢Iͣ̔̿̋̊͐̎͡?̴ͧͭͧ”̸͆  The armless rabbit looked at the other.

            “̓ͪ҉Tͧ̀ͯ̈́͗͐h͛ͭ͒҉ẽ͌̂̈ ̔r̈́ͮ̃̔eͫͫͩa̵͗ͯ͗l͗͋ͣ͆̃͗̇ ͥ̀̇̄͐ͥ͘q̑̒̓̿ͫ̂u͛̒ͣe͗ͨ͛ͭ͡st̶̽͛̆̄ͫ̚i̕oͮͥ̾̍͗͗̔n͋̅ͤ̄̍͡ ̡̒̇͋̓͛̔̅i̐ͮ͛̾s̶ͨ̇͆̅̿,ͭ ͛ͫͯͦ̽w̄̐h̉ͦͤ͂͞o ̵͗̿a̓͑̍́̿̊ͧrͫ͒ͣ͛̇e ́ͥ̂͋͆y̐͊͊̈̍́̔ơ̂̽̐̌̈́͒u͆̾ͫ̓̿͂̚?̵̀̏ͭ̇ ͐́W̵̆ͩ̒̈̿ͪ̇hâ̅̏̎̓̔ͫ͢ťͧ̎̏̅̂̏ ̛̈́̔aͭͦͬ͋̔̕ř͆ͧͧ̀̚ĕͥ̀͑ͦ̉̎ ͛͑ỹ̏ͫ̎o̵u̅͌̀ͨ̃ͪ͌ ̽̂̅d̅̒o͗i̧͊̍ͭ͋́n̢͛̀g̾̋ͫ̒ͤͥ ̄ͣh̏͑ͥͦe̶r̅͏e̵?̷̿ͦ̈”̾̋ͨ͝

    “͛N̋ͨ̃̃o̸b̢oď̇y͆͒͝ ͆̏̅̅ͯ̓̅͘sͣ̈́̅̽̽ͩ̂h̐ͭ̌́̕o̅ͨ͆̃͛͘u̡ͨ̿͑͒l͛̿ͪ͋͢d̵ ̃̑ͮͬͯ͐b̊ͧͨ͐̿̚̚̕e̔ͭ͗̔̚͞ h̛ͧ͌ẻ͂̋̒ͯ̂ͥr͒ͯ́̅͋̑̽e̔ͮ͛͑͒̅̔.̸̂͌͊͗͊”̴͆͆́̓̄͆̊

(Possible) Spoilers

OH MY GOD I AM LOOSING MY MIND!!!!   The new aliens that have been communicating with Tom?  They’re pre-harness skitters!!!!!

Look at this screenshot from Shoot the Moon:

It’s very blurry but it has the elongated head of the Skitters, as well as multiple legs (it’s hard to see exactly how many legs but I believe they wanted this to be as vague as possible)

Then, in Hunger Pains when Zombie Hal appears, he briefly flashes into the weird alien that first appeared at the end of season 4:

That alien has three fingers, just like Skitters!!

Plus, as this episode proved a fully skitterized human has the same fangs that normal Skitters have:

So take this picture, add some weird green skin and a beak/fang combo and what do you get?  A Skitter?  

What do you guys think??

Smoke and Mirrors; and a Little Paint Too

The general stood before an intricate, spray- paint laden tag, taking up nearly the entire side of one of the smaller bridges in Noxus. A raven perched upon his shoulder, silent in comparison to how loud she usually was. He leaned on his walking stick as he reached out to brush the dried paint, only one thought crossing his mind- beautiful. The piece, though it was technically a vagrancy, a defiliation of Noxian pride… The purple, shimmering drapes falling around the edges, the stone that seemed to glow, and gilded chains rising from the floor, he recognized them.
“We are here too long.” The raven breathed, ducking her beak against the general’s head. He tapped his cane, as he stopped admiring the piece; dropping his hand to his side. “Have you found her yet?” The raven continued, fluttering her wings as she moved to the general, chest.
“Of course. Who do you think I am?” The raven giggled, tucking her head against his throat as the world fell away around them, only to reappear a moment later, darkness still thick around them. There was no warning for the thin, tiny artist with her back to the pair, as the high general Swain of Noxus stood not even two steps behind her; though was that who it was, really?

justabigsilly asked:

Does Spencer ever bite you? He just seems so calm and collected. Like the total opposite of my green cheek conures who like to run around and bite a lot. Maybe it's because mine are babies... How old is Spencer? Was he tame when you got him?

Yes, Spencer does bite!  He’s about two now, and MUCH better than he used to be (green cheeks are notorious for going through a bitey phase as babies), but I’m afraid the photos on the blog might give a false impression of how calm he is–usually when he’s running around being hyper and bitey, I can’t get a good photo, so most of the photos tend to be of him once he’s calmed down and gotten sleepy and snuggly.  (One of his favorite things to do is to say, “KISS”, and then when I go to kiss his beak, latch onto my lip as hard as he can.  -_-  He of course thinks this is hilarious.)  He was semi-tame when we got him, in that he’d been hand-fed and so wasn’t really scared of people, but hadn’t been worked with much beyond that.

One of the ways we trained him out of biting when he was younger is to use the command “gentle beak”: once he trusted us enough to start letting us pet his beak, we’d pet his beak while saying, “Gentle beak, good boy,” and things like that, so he came to associate the phrase “gentle beak” with appropriate beak pressure and positive interaction.  Then when he’d bite, we’d disengage and say, “Gentle beak,” very calmly.  He got three “gentle beak” warnings, and if he persisted in biting after that, he’d go into his cage for a five-to-ten minute time-out, during which we wouldn’t look at him, talk to him, or interact with him at all, to let him know that we don’t want to play with a bitey bird.  It took him awhile to come to understand what “gentle beak” meant, but once he picked it up, we could say “gentle beak” and he’d stop biting (most of the time–I’m sure you’ve experienced the "cranky conure” phenomenon where they get in the “I DO WHAT I WANT” mood and the only thing you can really do is put them on time-out).

I hope this helps!  Green cheeks are sweet, funny little birds, and I love Spencer very much precisely for his weird, feisty little personality, biting and all (although he still does get time-outs for biting!)–the biting is just a less-favorable aspect of his bossiness and playfulness, so we deal with it as it happens and just try not to do anything that would accidentally encourage it.  Let me know if you have other questions!

anonymous asked:

The Brig having to pet-sit Ramsey & Margaret.

The ridiculous flappy things had neatly dodged his bullets by seemingly shifting just one second ahead through time, had gotten the entire town of Bledoe screaming about striped purple demons from beyond the fiery depths of Hell, and had generally caused the worst mess he’d seen in months before suddenly enveloping him in their wings and, gently as could be, settling their beaked and monstrous heads on his shoulders. From his transport vehicle, a crackling sound from his comms system broke into a “hold on, how do— wait, wait, I’ve got this, I just— hello, Alistair!” And as that voice, overly excited and damnably familiar, began to launch into a spiel about how these “Vorti-saurs” were drawn to the lingering time-stamps of friendship throughout the multiverse, Lethbridge-Stewart began to realise that this might just turn into a very long and terrible night. 

Here’s Ilene and her small redesign. Her nose is longer. It’s supposed to resemble a beak.

She leads a flock on planet Aviary. They go around robbing and stealing others’ things. She’s a Velvy, harpy/bird aliens. They’re native to planet Aviary, but some are found living on planet Joragite.