macaws-in-love

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Well, with the pokemon Sun and Moon right in the corner and tons of fans asking for evolutions of old pokemons… I decided to make a “fakelution” of something I’d really like to see. Chatot deserves that evolution so as many others, I chose him because I love macaws. He would turn into a psychic and flying to add more in his stats and ability. I’m really proud of how it’d came out, I hope you guys like it as well. 

Feel free to send me headcanons on status, habilities and moves this lil’ guy would get. :D

who would wanna rp with my trollsona? they legit just me but a troll, so ya

My troll name is Catlin Ebertt. I got cerulean blood. I have long messy hair, lil devil horns, I’m kinda short but really average in my opinion (>:c), I wear sweats and a black hoodie with a symbol that looks like a Ç but the little dangly thing is turned te other way and shaped more like a cursive E, maybe like this:

I like roleplaying, reading, drawing, I can be a pretty big fangirl, I’m a history nut so I study ancestors a lot and try to find out about my own, I love animals but I hate spiders and some bugs, I really Love birds and my lusus is a giant hyacinth macaw-type bird and I love them Very Much, I’m usually pretty chill but sometimes I’m a bitch and I may or may not apologize, I might be murdery as a troll (could be interesting), I use mind control a loooot because I get tired of people’s crap quickly, height jokes offend me greatly, I’m Aggressive as Hell, I’ll fight your ass, I’m loving and caring to the people I know and love, and I’m kinda chaotic neutral.

Thįs įs my typįng stylę, âll ôf thę vôwęls ând Çs ârę âÇÇęntęd, plûs Ç is Çâpįtôlįzęd

So there you go, if you want to interact feel free to stop by and say hello.

One more work story because I’m procrastinating on this genetics paper

One time I skyped with my boss’s macaw.

My old boss has this fantastic macaw named Simon. (Dude loves birds. Sometime I’ll tell the story of how I got hired because I was wearing a t-shirt with a crow on it at my interview.) Old boss and old boss’s wife are both archaeologists and work in the same area. This one time we were working on a project- him in his office, me in the lab, and his wife at their home. And what I was doing was setting up some of her samples for carbon dating, so we set up a skype call so that she could see what I was doing and tell me which samples to use and just sort of monitor things. She had to run off for a bit, so I just left the call up and did my own thing for a while, until the computer starts squawking at me. “Hello? Hello? Hello?” I look over at it and there’s this HUGE BIRD staring at me. So I say “Hello Simon!” because I knew who it was and I thought it would be rude to ignore him. (Note: at this time I knew that my boss had two daughters and that one of them was called Lyra, but I only knew this in context of a story about the bird. In contrast, I found out about Simon on day two of the job. I knew what Simon looked like and what his favorite foods were before I realized that my boss and his wife weren’t just colleagues but were also spouses. It’s clear who the favorite child was, is what I am getting at. And I really liked that job, so I figured it would not do to be rude at all to Simon.) Well, that sets him off. He starts hopping up and down going “Hello Simon! Hello Simon!” Then he starts making phone ringing noises- he could do my boss’s phone ringtone super well (apparently his favorite trick is to make it so that my boss would come into the room to pay attention to him)- and repeating “Hello Simon!” for a while. Then he started showing me his toys. He’d flutter off, get a toy, bring it up, and then bang it against the camera until I acknowledged him. This went on for ten or fifteen minutes until boss’s wife came back. I was gchatting with my boss while this was happening, too, and his instructions were to say hello and tell the bird that he missed him.